Queen

The magical discharge still pulsed through the kingdom's air as morning broke, its aftereffects visible in the tired faces of those who had witnessed last night's events.

Traces of the supernatural energy danced like aurora in the early morning light, a reminder of the momentous changes that had swept through their realm.

In Srides's chamber, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the ornate windows, illuminating an unexpected scene—several maids stood quietly arranged around her bed, their presence causing her to stir from her troubled sleep.

"What are you all doing here?" Srides asked, her voice still heavy with sleep as she took in the unusual sight before her. The maids, dressed in their pristine uniforms, exchanged knowing glances before one stepped forward, hands clasped formally in front of her carefully pressed apron.