Painting Me
Arishem came into the drawing room and witches playing guest stood as they chorused,
“My king”, that alone had blown their cover as they didn’t even know that the person before them was the prince and not King but no worries, the devil’s son already knew who they were ever before they thought of stepping into the castle of Dorne.
“Rise”, said Arishem to the three disguised witches as he was still playing the role of king.
“What is the pressing in issue ladies?”, asked Arishem to the witches.
“My king one of our friends seems to have gotten missing as we all attended a soiree together but when the soiree was over, we couldn’t find her but her carriage was present I think one of those creatures took her…” trailed the hypocritical voice of Diana which was beginning to get on the nerves of Arishem.
On the rooftop of the mansion, the male witcher who was leading the other thirty four witches with him, had finally been able to communicate with Terse telepathically.