Learning Black magic
Rosalie held her head and sat down.
"What are you worrying about, my queen?" Sierra asked as she handed Rosalie a glass of water. Rosalie looked up. The woman in front of her was like a chameleon, changing colors every now and then.
"I didn't mix anything in that." Sierra said when she saw Rosalie looking suspiciously at the glass of water she offered her.
Rosalie took the glass and drank the whole glass.
"Don't worry about your ministers, they won't be able to do anything to you." Sierra reassured her. She put her hand on Rosalie's shoulder. The woman she had met the first day was back. She was again behaving like a good subject who respects Their queen the most.
"How can I not. You said I'm nothing more than just a queen in name." Rosalie looked up and said with a sarcastic tone. It was hard to decide who she was ridiculing herself or others.
"Well anything can be obtained if you have enough willpower." Sierra said.