From the Blood Queen's perspective, everything was going according to plan. She had successfully infiltrated the group, turning them against Marco. Now, she just had to maintain her deception.
"Your name, you never told us," Lyra asked, her voice filled with curiosity. The Blood Queen smiled, a perfect picture of innocence. "My name is Seraphina," she lied, her voice as sweet as honey.
Benjo, Rico, and Lyra accepted her answer without question. They had no reason to doubt her. She was Seraphina, a lost fairy, a friend. Or so they believed.
The Blood Queen reveled in her successful deception. She had them exactly where she wanted them. Unaware of her true identity, they were vulnerable, easy to manipulate.
But she was not naive. She knew Marco was a threat. He had seen through her disguise, and she knew he would not rest until he had exposed her. But she was ready for him. She was the Blood Queen, and she would not be defeated.