'So you've come, my dear.' The voice beamed. Cyran read a book in his free time creating his blueprints about the queen. They called her Oleander, a beautiful but lethal flower.
He didn't learn anything about flowers, so he found it intriguing to learn something new here.
Both of them were pushed to the ground and forced to bow to the mighty queen Maguire. The queen makes no exceptions, even for her own daughter.
Kara looked quiet, which bothered him a little bit. Seeing her sad made his heart sink like a paper boat like the Titanic. She was beautiful, he had to admit, something that he considered to be of utmost importance. If her mother was an oleander, she had to be the lily of the valley, the innocent killer.
She never stopped talking, even once.
'My daughter, I cannot believe that I am about to do this.' She sighed.
'Princess Kara Maguire, you have two options. Choose wisely.' She glared at her arrogant child.