That night, as usual, dinner was being had with the king.And as was won't, the hall was quiet and every witch's mannerism was impeccable to a fault.Over the days Ochen had stopped staring at and puzzling over the king, but she still did once in a while. The witches behaviours presently were so perfect it was almost absurd, cutleries didn't clink against plates; no atom or crumb of food could be found on the table, the witches even appeared to eat in unison. They spent precisely three seconds cutting into their food and a second putting it into their mouths.Even as Dea ate equally impeccably her attention was not in the hall or the people around her, It was within a dark, enclosed and segmented place; which was her magic case.The figure in the rune weave was a mystery she didn't know she even wanted to solve, there was an aura of obscurity surrounding it that was just begging for an investigation.She pictured the figure in her mind'

The next day, the witches stood complete in their 'special clothes' on the snow,Dea's teeth chattered rapidly and she breathed out puffs of snow. Where they were was vast and covered heavily in snow, beside them were the woods, as more witches joined up; Dea didn't fail to note that Faina had adjusted her breeches so that it hugged her calves tightly.They all waited in silence for the warlocks to arrive, after they had eaten breakfast Sybil informed them their first class would be elemental training.All the witches were positively vibrating with excitement. Dea was not.Earlier, she had met the prince, and their meeting was disastrous. . . *"Good morning, your highness," she greeted after she was admitted into the office.His hair which always sleek and secured pr