Queen Tereza rose from her seat unhesitantly.
"Everyone, leave us at once!" she commanded, her voice firm and brooking no argument. The attendants and guards quickly vacated the hall, their footsteps echoing in the vast space.
Once the room was empty, the queen extended her hands and murmured an incantation.
A shimmering barrier of golden light surrounded them, glowing faintly with intricate runic patterns.
Ahcehera's eyes widened in surprise. "Mother, you... you can use magic?"
Queen Tereza turned to face her daughter, her expression now filled with determination and worry.
"There are many things you do not know about me, my dear," she said, her tone serious. "But this is not about me. Tell me everything. Who is this werewolf? How did this happen?"
Ahcehera swallowed hard, her mind racing. She hadn't expected such a reaction, nor had she ever seen her mother wield magic before, it was also not mentioned in the novel.
