To Win A Battle

Venus was thinking of where the witch's vessel was. It can't be Mathilda; she smirked when she remembered their conversation with her. Mathilda was his childhood sweetheart, and he adored her. The woman was the epitome of royalty and a perfect wife. She was trained to become a good wife.

She was sure that Mathilda was not the vessel because she was Aryella's vessel. The only ones she needed to find were Prince Bueng's vessel and, of course, the witch's vessel, which they came to eradicate. She was in her chamber contemplating while she looked through her window into the darkness of the night.

Royce entered the room quietly; the only sounds were the quiet shush of the door closing and the crackle of the fire. She watched him pace forward, his face in shadow. Slowly, he shrugged out of his coat, his big shoulders bunching.