Chapter60

#Chapter60

Madonna was pacing in her chamber like an anxious bird fraught to reach its nest by sunset. Although she was the one who laid the trap, she was stricken with panic every moment of its consequence.

She knew whom she was associating with and they had worked for far too many years to let them see the face of disappointment.

Aiken’s death would be marked as a huge objective that would lead them purpose eventually. It just depends on Alder Emor now to see whether he choose his desperation or his sense because for one, Alder was never an easy man to fool.

/"Alder proposed his son to wed me./" Madonna said as she stopped pacing and took a gulp of her ale. Madonna knew it, knew that Alder was no fool to just arbitrarily propose his dear son’s matrimony to a Witch like her.

There must be something. There was certainly something going about in the older Emor’s mind.