At his mercy

The Pendragon majestic palace stood tall amidst the white snow background as snowflakes fell from the night sky. Winter was in full bloom in the capital, unlike in Nazia and most of the other kingdoms located in the east of the Empire. Many guards were stationed in every nook of the premises, most of them being dark witches who had been brought by the Empress to guard the palace from the invasion of the second prince were he ever to decide to attack unexpectedly.

Now that she had gotten the most important person she needed, she couldn't risk letting her guard down before what she planned to do was completed. The Rosa witch was everything she wanted to solve many of her problems and make things easier for her. She might have put her son on the throne, but his position wasn't completely secure for as long as his half-brothers were still alive. Not if the brothers willingly agreed for Caelan to be on the throne; they could kill him to take it back.