Audrey POV
"That's a bit of a dirty title, my Queen," the cloaked, bloodied woman cackled as she rose to her feet, seemingly unharmed. "Unfortunately for my babe, I had only gotten pregnant for 1 thing. To use the blood of a royal to enact my curse."
The King stood up from his throne hastily. "Curse!?"
"The royals have always been the same. Heir after heir nothing changes except for the year," the witch ranted. "And the city is no better, always just going along with what you say willingly. So, why not just make everyone suffer?"
"She's insane, my King," Mary turned back to her husband, a hint of worry in her brows.
Though the witch didn't offer them any more chances, she began to utter words they couldn't understand; another language?
