Standing near the window, Adela's anxious olive-green eyes swept over the garden, anticipating the arrival of her family members soon. "Are we prepared, Ludwig?" She exhaled heavily, her heart beating fast as she awaited the reunion with her son after their prolonged separation.
"Yes, My Queen, we are nearly there."
Given the King of Emoria's lack of disapproval for his daughter to afford Andreas von Conradie a chance in the future, preparations for the spell to permanently alter Andreas's face were underway in the celebration hall. This space was chosen for its perfect size, deemed fitting for a spell of such magnitude.
"They have arrived!" Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she caught sight of her husband leading her son and her sister through the garden and into the manor. "Quickly, Ludwig, wrap up the final preparations!"