The king as he stood facing the window with his hands behind his back frowned deeply, his eyes showed he was furious about something but didn’t show his fury to many people. But when he did, it terrified those enough to the point that they would never be able to tell the tale.

“Do not give me that look!” Anberine snapped shrilly, not caring that some people in the courtyard were now watching from a distance, nor did she care that this would end badly for her. Anberine truly had had enough of him and his treatment towards her, there was so much she could take before she would fully snap and now at this moment.

Skye slowly looked up at the staircase, although it was almost hard to see thanks to the darkness. If anything it hid his most pained expressions, allowing him some comfort when he could not show any feelings or pain to others, lest it came back to haunt him.

“You’ll do what boy?” the king challenged in a very low baritone, just hearing the tone caused Skye to finally realise who he was lashing out at. His eyes now reverted back to grey, revealing complete fear from knowing he had crossed the line.

Anberine silently watched her friends as they eventually gathered around the small cauldron on Merlia's study table, located in the center of her dorm room. Morgana who had elected to have the spell’s effect to swap the effects on to her, now placing the last of the ingredients into the cauldron under the careful supervision of her friends.