Elys knew what a corrupted person looked it. The woman that taught her magic had been one for a very long time – well, at least for as long as she had lived.
Her name had been unknown to the Northern Princess back in the day, for she only allowed the little princess to call her as Teacher and told her not a letter to her real name.
Teacher lived in a small hut just south west of the Northern Kingdom. The King Alaric had been trying to convince the woman for quite a while to learn her tricks, but she wouldn't even let him near her even just a meter from her doors.
As Elys had learned from her father's explanation, Teacher had been adamant that she doesn't like kings at all. One day, the Northern King came upon Teacher humming a little children's rhyme, caressing what looked like a blanket she had wrapped around her shoulders.
It looked like that of a baby's, and King Alaric suddenly had an epiphany.