The shaman spoke this time, her voice carried across the room like the echo of distant thunder.
"Voren has informed me about this arrangement." Her gaze swept the faces before him, calm and unwavering. "Yes, it's risky. But even I am looking for them."
Murmurs rippled through the room, but no one dared interrupt. "At least one of them was responsible for our queen's memory loss." Her voice hardened, the edges sharpening like flint against steel. "So yes, we shall take the risk to nab them in the act. Everyone who hurt our queen has to pay. She has suffered too long and deserves all the happiness in the world."
Seraphine's eyes glistened. Joyful tears welled up, catching the light like scattered diamonds. She blinked rapidly, refusing to let them fall, but the warmth spreading through her chest was impossible to contain.
