Witches VS Fae

The meeting room was buzzing that early morning, conversations carrying about. The general was absent, a fact that hadn't gone unnoticed by the figures gathered there. Prince Aldric stood among them, his arms folded tightly across his chest as he scanned the room, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the witches present. Tension simmered beneath the surface, and Aldric's distaste for the general and his company of witches was palpable.

Aldric had never liked the general. Not now, not in the past. The fae general, while respected and revered by many, had always regarded Aldric with thinly veiled contempt. It was no secret to Aldric that if the general had the means, he would have disposed of him long ago.

But Aldric had always been untouchable. In the past, the general could do nothing against him. With his strength, his influence, no one could touch him. Now, however, things were different. Aldric had something to protect. Islinda.