A/N: A hefty chapter. I spent a few days drumming up the outline in my head, but didn't set to write until yesterday morning. Spent the rest of the time after work and well into the early hours of the morning to revise it. Hopefully this clears up some confusion, as I did do a weird time-warp the last couple of chapters. This also sets the main plot into motion, though it doesn't encompass all I have planned. We'll see more elements pop up down the road, but for now enjoy!


A full hour passed.

Yet with all four women gathered, none dared address the metaphorical silverwing raptor in the room.

Fiora reclined in her seat at her desk, her face propped up with one hand while the other fiddled with a loose thread on the armrest. Nera brought with her a tray of fresh tea, the strong aromas meant to induce calming effects. Presently, she tended to the small cut on Lux's arm while said woman idly combed her fingers through raven locks. Eyrin arrived at the small office space awake and alert, but the silence lulled her into a light doze with her head planted firmly in the blonde's lap.

It was a perfect picture of tranquility, but only at a glance. The duelist couldn't find it within her heart to snap at anyone with the weight of the potential accident settled on their minds.

"Milady..."

Fiora raised her hand and effectively silenced her most loyal servant. The rattle of teeth unnerved her at how roughly the snowy-haired woman snapped her jaw shut. Tensions ran high and she knew Nera wanted to try and make amends. However if Fiora didn't handle the situation herself, things could unravel rapidly and with undesirable results. Subtlety was never her forte but she needed to exert a touch of caution rarely employed.

She was still the matron of House Laurent – this was her home.

"Ten years," she began calmly. To say she put forth an immense effort in restraining her normal modicum of operation was a complete understatement. It brought forth the reaction she desired as Nera bowed her head low. "One day will not change that." The other woman leveled her gaze with Fiora's, and she knew she had already forgiven Nera before she finished. Unwavering devotion filled her eyes with fire.

Time to sober the mood a little... "Do not make a habit of it. Am I understood?"

Nera nodded once, swallowing thickly. She shouldered her own guilt – Fiora wouldn't add shame to that burden.

The duelist took a deep breath before releasing it through her nose. She rose to her feet and leaned against her desk, hands gripping the edges and keeping her propped up. "Now, to discuss what the hell jut happened." When both pairs of eyes fell on her, she jabbed her finger into the desk, punctuating her words with every tap.

"We. Were. Lucky." No one argued against that. "And Lady Luck will not bless us a second time."

It was nothing short of a miracle the room hadn't been blasted to smithereens. Questions burned in Lux's mind more than she had answers for, and apparently her mouth had a motor of its own when Fiora interjected her thoughts.

"Many homes in Demacia are constructed with marble and petricite, the main Laurent estate included." She swept an arm around the room. "Not here. Only two room are inlaid with such – the training hall, and the gardens."

"This isn't the main house?" The blonde found this revelation surprising, and to a greater extent odd. When she first asked for directions to the Laurent estate, many pointed her in this direction.

"Non, this is another property my family owns."

"Why here and away from everyone?"

Fiora rolled her eyes. "Because I have four older brothers who are better equipped to handle the trivial businesses while suitors pander me with messages for as long as I am unmarried. If there are duties I must fulfill, I return but otherwise stay away from that wretched place. Did you not notice the lack of servants?"

Lux opened her mouth to buffer the underlying offense, but realized the duelist had a point. In all of her time visiting the small manor, she never considered the lack of... well, anyone.

"Some do pass through," Nera began, glancing wearily at Fiora. She appeared unwilling to stop her from speaking and took the sign as a 'go-ahead'. "But usually only in the early mornings for routine maintenance and supply delivery. It's why I wake before milady does, since they are matters I am capable of handling without her input."

"This home is as much yours as it is mine, Nera." Fiora raised an eyebrow. "Do not forget you are still a Laurent."

"Aye, but point being this home functions more of a think-space. The winters are always slowest and when milady is not preoccupied with the main dealings of the family. We tend to retreat here in preparation for the next year."

Lux couldn't stop the smile creeping up on her. "So like a vacation,or a getaway then?"

The simplified conclusion earned a furious scowl from Fiora and a light chuckle from Nera. "Yes, Lady Crownguard. After all, every woman needs their beauty rest."

"I do not need beauty rest." Pink tinted the duelist's cheeks. "Not with how much work still needs to be done."

Nera flat out refused to hide her own grin. "What else does milady have to do aside from routine paperwork then? This winter was certainly a change for us both. And an excitable one."

"Wait," Lux started as it clicked for her. "You're saying... she got bored and had us come here to keep her entertained?"

"I did not-"

"Fiora, admit it." It was the first time Lux heard Nera address the duelist by her first name and the fondness laced in her voiced warmed her heart. "You had fun, didn't you?"

"What do you take me for? A child?" The bark lost all bite as the rest of her face turned the same shade of her cheeks.

Lux laughed at the display. "Quite a spoiled one, to be throwing such a tantrum."

"You wouldn't believe the amount of scoldings I've had to give milady," Nera continued, joining in on the jest.

"I am right here, you imbeciles!" Despite her insistence, it was clear the back and forth left them in much lighter moods. At one point Lux thought Eyrin stirred in her lap, but a quick glance down confirmed she was still clutched in the vices of sleep. It'd been a long time since she felt welcomed and relaxed, so when she settled back in the cushions reality rushed back to her in a sobering crash.

"So.. why did you call us?" The question tanked the mood but she had to ask. "If not for company, then what other reason?"

Fiora waved towards Nera, clearly still affected by the teasing. She'd come back to her senses at some point, but trusted the snowy-haired woman to answer. Nera took a deep breath, settling her nerves. "You are correct – we had another motive. Given our shaky histories, we couldn't fathom why Crownguard would reignite interests with Laurent. We believed you were the key to it when you first arrived, or so we initially thought."

Incredibly perceptive, Lux mused. Nera was on her tail from day one despite not knowing what it was she sought. "To be fair, you aren't wrong. I am sort of the key, as you put it."

"Would I be correct then, in assuming you share different goals than what was asked of you?"

"I-"

"And while I'm at it, your mother is involved somehow. And for a much darker reasoning than yours?"

Lux sat there, dumbfounded. "How?" With the few pieces Nera held, she managed to construct a severely fragmented picture yet fill the gaps precisely.

"I didn't have everything when we crossed paths in front of the tavern," she answered, lips pursed in a thin line. "It wasn't until Eyrin spoke to me today in her haze did I recognize a second voice underlying hers. Augatha Crownguard has a rather distinctive tone – I'd be hard pressed to forget it."

"You've met my mother?"

"Very briefly when I first arrived in Demacia." Nera frowned as the memory resurfaced. "She expressed a strong interest in me because of my origins. This was after I met milady, so her words held no sway over me. I still remember the threat of ruin she left when I mentioned my allegiance. 'Mark my words you will regret working for that wench.' Something along those lines."

Ugh... She would be the type to say something like that honestly. It did explain why her mother took heavy interest when Lux mentioned a well-traveled woman. She probably wanted to see if Nera was still around.

"I doubt they would send you, in full faith, bearing good tidings. Given your expression, it's clear multiple motives exist and yours is less invasive and more founded on curiosity."

Nera peeled her facade away, layer by layer and undid all of her careful work. She managed to work around the barriers she set up and there remained one last piece of her story. She stared down at Eyrin, slumbering peacefully despite their ongoing conversation. It reminded her of all her work she put in protecting people like her, like them. "The Illuminators are a charitable organization, helping anyone they can and offering aid without needing prompt from those who seek it. We also have a lesser-known agenda, primarily dealing with absorbing mages into our ranks and relocating them as counter-measures against the Mageseekers."

Fiora found her voice after coming out of her stupor. "You hide mages?"

A direct question garnered a direct answer. "We do. We believe Demacia should not shun its own people for the sheer fact magic exists. We've had to operate under tight-lipped secrecy, one that you are now fully aware of because... well, magic."

Secrets unfurled themselves in front of her eyes and more pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Lux came to them not out of vindication, but offering assistance and aid through an organization Fiora saw nothing more than a charitable religious faction.

How wrong she was.

Lux risked her own hide – not her name, nor her pride – but her own life to protect the moral pillars and core values Fiora, too, honored and followed. And Lux stood on her own for the longest time with only one person at her side, who hadn't even realized her own potential.

"Nera," the duelist began quietly. "You know what to do."

They discussed it prior to the others' arrival today, but never in a million years did she entertain the thought of it happening at this very moment. Nera regarded her for a full minute before finally rising from her seat at the couch. The blonde watched as she pulled out various books from the shelves and files from cabinets, gathered up in a neat pile and set on the table in front of her.

Whatever secrets lie here, whatever happened now, there would be no turning back.

Lux picked up the first folder, light in her hands and sparse in information when she cracked it open. It wasn't so much the lack of details that threw her off, but whom it belonged to and her heart skipped a beat. Wait, this is the same florist Mother spoke of-

Upon further inspection, a few notes were made on the side in neat cursive – undoubtedly Fiora's – of magic.

She picked up the next file.

Magic.

And another.

More magic.

Lux didn't touch the rest of the pile, already formulating her own conclusions behind all of the gathered information. She glimpsed at Fiora, who left her desk to pace the room.

"You've been hiding mages as well."

Of the pair, only Nera responded. "Yes. I have been slowly collecting information on as many mages as I can outside of the capital as well as within. Many are in safer places but a grand majority are still at risk. I am only one person, as is milady. Trying to maneuver around everyone's scrutiny makes it nigh impossible to aid more people without drawing suspicion to ourselves. It leaves us with little choice but to abandon the ones that could expose our secrets."

"Our hands are tied behind our backs in this matter," Fiora added.

Lux surmised as much. "What prompted this?"

Nera sighed, sitting on the armrest of the cozy she occupied moments earlier. She folded her arms across her chest, her form screaming unease and frustration. "At first, we simply wanted to acquire support and garner a favorable reputation among a voiceless mass. When the Unshackled Mage Sylas broke free and went rogue, everything went south very quickly. We received concerned messages sent in secret by couriers and have had to play 'catch-up' of sorts to figure everything out."

The snowy-haired woman rubbed her temple. "With every day we delay in sending aid, we risk losing more and more mages to join the insanity that is his rebellion. If not that, then we doom them to a sealed fate with the Mageseekers."

Lux nearly forgot about Sylas and the mere mention of him made her sullen. Knowing him, she knew he used the mages for the threat potential and cared less about their well-being as long as they met his goals. She'd been spared his destruction because of her instrumental role in his escape, but at the cost of her forever living with the guilt of causing widespread death and destruction that day. Those that joined his retaliation against Demacia fought for complete anarchy. And those that didn't join were written off as no better than their oppressors.

"It is foolish, for an entire nation to subjugate an entire populace to extreme laws for ancient fears." Fiora's pacing gave way to voicing her simmering thoughts and the heated words struck a chord within the blonde. "Magic is power. Deadly when put in the wrong hands, but capable of greater good when wielded by the right persons. It is as natural as breathing, yet why does Demacia condemn it so? How can Demacia pride itself on discipline and order when it seeks to purge itself with chaos?"

At some point, Lux felt a small tug on her sleeve. Eyrin was wide awake now and listening intently to the monologue. The blonde held up a finger to her lips and the raven-haired woman nodded, closing her eyes once more and resting her hands on her stomach.

"Does it not bring Demacia shame when it held its head high watching enemies scar a once-peaceful nation? Why must magic be taboo when nations like Freljord venerate it like the gods and Shurima covet its mysteries? Why would Demacia call for honor against its wickedness, when there is no honor in depriving people of a force so fundamental, it drives the rest of the world in progress?" People like Fiora breathed new life into Lux, her words stinging Demacian pride but instilling a strong desire to see things righted. It renewed her reverence for the duelist, and she witnessed a side to her not often seen.

Passionate, with a hint of pride. Fiery, but just so with meaning and not all hot air. Seeing her get all sorts of worked up made Lux giggle quietly. "And to think this entire time, you were nothing more than a woman with a vengeance against my family."

"Do not think for a second I don't despise your family, Lux." The sharp jab cut her laughter but failed to remove the pleased smile from her face. "As I've said before, you are the exception. I would sooner spit on those who would use others against their own free will."

Nera rolled her eyes at the affronted woman. "In other words, she trusts you. Our ideologies align though associated a little differently."

Despite still rebuilding her name and restoring honor in a manner of action rather than words, Fiora risked everything she represented and had for the sake of their people. She fought against all odds and withstood the deplorable laws Demacia enforced, hiding her cards and playing them carefully against oppression. Lux just did it in a manner that was far less direct and much more reputable, at least with an organization both sides respected.

It was a grand game of chess, and it would only be a matter of time before something, or someone, snapped.

"I may be able to pull some strings with the Illuminators," she offered, piquing interest. "You said there are a few stragglers you couldn't help. With the right planning, we can reach out and cover them."

Nera glanced at Fiora, hope glimmering in her eyes. "There are many who've been affected by the fights stretching the kingdom. Too many for us to keep track of but if we had another hand..."

"How do we know you'll be able to do this?" Fiora had every right to be skeptical. This was no light matter and too many lives were at stake.

"We address each other simply by 'Illuminator', however only those within the highest, well-respected ranks know of each other's full titles. As an Illuminator Mage, I'll do anything I can to assist you." A lopsided grin appeared on the blonde's lips when Fiora and Nera raised their eyebrows simultaneously. "I may be able to enlist the aid of Sona as well."

"We were contemplating reaching out to Miss Buvelle at one point..."

Something dawned on Lux. "...wait, the day we were at the healing house-"

"She told me she possessed magic." Fiora's pursed her lips. "She witnessed you messing with the lights at the entrance, and I had been none-the-wiser to assume more than my imagination. When I elected not to address it, she trusted my ability to keep my word. She warned me of spies placed within her own home but thankfully none were present at the time. The Crownguards have much deeper roots than many suspect."

Enlightenment steeled the blonde's resolve. "On a personal level, I'm offended she chose to tell you over me. On the the other hand, I'm just glad she told someone. If she trusts you that quickly, then I'm certain she would be more than willing to help." Lux slouched in her seat, feeling so much weight leave her shoulders. "It's a relief I don't have to hide anymore, at least with you."

Nera canted her head. "Hide? Is your family unaware of your magics?"

"Oh they know, they simply consider it my flaws." Lux's smile faded. "In a way, I was spared. I can't say the same for Eyrin. Speaking of-"

"I've been awake this entire time." All eyes went to the raven-haired woman pushing herself up off Lux's lap. "While much of the conversation didn't pertain to me, I know there are questions that need answers."

They had many, but Eyrin would answer them all.

"Fortunately, we have time on our side." Nera stood up and stretched her arms over her head. "Before we dive into more headaches, let's refresh ourselves a bit."


"Thank you..." Eyrin sipped at the glass of water offered by the snowy-haired woman. A few minutes later of rearranging their seating and stepping out of the stuffy office brought them back in much better moods. She knew it wouldn't last long, and when everyone found their seats she cleared her throat. "I supposed the biggest question we all have is, 'what exactly is my magic?'"

Everyone shifted uneasily. Eyrin sighed. "Unfortunately I don't know myself. I just know I possess magic, and I don't recollect much of anything that happened since we arrived this morning up until now."

"Amnesia, perhaps," Lux offered thoughtfully.

"Couldn't be." It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, though Nera suspected it didn't fall in that category. "What can you tell me, of how you feel when it brims?"

"Dread, like vines crawling through my body. Starts in my stomach before branching to my fingertips."

"Hmm..." Nera's gaze trained on the ceiling but Fiora knew the wheels inside her mind started and her brain left no stone unturned. "Originates in your stomach, indicative of a reaction than a surge. Magic flows naturally and unobstructed unless something interrupts it."

"Petricite elixirs," the blonde reminded. Eyrin nodded, having nearly forgotten about them. "In order to keep me sedated, Augatha forced me to imbibe them regularly. I didn't dwell much on their importance, but I now know it's wrong."

"A heinous thing to do to any human being, if you ask me."

"What about your tea? Isn't it the same thing?" Eyrin shot back, but Nera raised her hand to placate the raven-haired woman.

"Petricite tea is a litle different from elixirs. The crude concoctions the Mageseekers utilize to pacify their inmates are little better than consuming the raw material directly. They create those with powders ground from petricite, which has been known to harm the body over time. Extracts such as tea only infuse the water with its effects – inhibiting magic without causing normal bodily functions to fail. There are very few strains within the Petricite Forest that are compatible with a brewing method, and those require very specific conditions to thrive. Thus far I am the only one who has successfully domesticated a line."

Nera did her research, but there was one fact Lux had knowledge of and corrected the snowy-haired wman on. "Except petricite doesn't inhibit magic. It absorbs it." She peeked at the manuscripts she pilfered for Sylas those many years ago, and Durand's work was nothing short of miracles.

"That..." If the new piece of information alarmed Nera, she did well to hide her surprise.

Fiora frowned. "Physical ingestion would theoretically be worse than an extract in that case."

"Indeed," Nera agreed. "Those blessed with magic carry it to the end of our lives. To have something like that sitting in your stomach-"

"-turns you into a ticking time bomb," Eyrin finished, color draining from her face.

"How long did you drink the elixirs for?"

Eyrin lost track of time, possessing only a rough estimate. "I'd deign to say my entire life."

Silence ensued.

"Given the fact petricite absorbs magic, rather than inhibits it, we should have been nothing more than a speck on the landscape and this home nothing more than ruins." Nera flexed her fingers subconsciously. "My main specialty is blood magic. I can see what ails someone by being near their bodies, and act as a 'filter' of sorts. Earlier when you collapsed, I was trying to figure out what caused the outburst. Your blood, it's completely infused with petricite."

The revelation awed and horrified Eyrin. "But why did it come out now? Why not before?"

"It all leads back to my mother," Lux commented quietly. Nera gritted her teeth and for the first time in Fiora's time of knowing her, she saw blood lust rage in her eyes. "Abuse and manipulation through fear and control. I've seen it before. Ghosts that haunt traumatized soldiers and civilians alike..." Lux had been to the sites bearing the aftermath of someone on a warpath. The empty look in their eyes when they realized they lost everything precious to them, or watched a fire burn down a home they've lived in all their lives.

The snowy-haired woman buried her face in her hands, taking long deep breaths to control her emotions. "Will of body, and mind... A phrase, mantra if you will, I heard all my life. You saw my memories when you brushed my arm, yet I could only see distorted images when you punched me square in my jaw."

Lux scoffed. "I think anyone wouldn't be seeing clearly if they were hit like that."

"Point being," Nera continued without addressing the side commentary from the blonde. "Your mind is powerful enough to match your magic. What I saw wasn't a broken memory, but one tainted by an outside force. I didn't see her there, but I could feel her influence. You may have seen something different than what happened, and your magic reacted in self defense."

Eyrin gripped her hair, her mind spiking with pain as she tried her hardest to remember what happened. "Something of Fiora and Lux arguing, then memories. I think I saw them clash, and suddenly I was on top of Fiora with a-"

"-scythe." Nera finished. "It makes sense now. Your mind and body split briefly. You saw something created with Augatha's darkest desires but your body sensed the imbalance and tried to expunge the excess magic in order to exhaust and shut you." She raised her hand, a thin red line running down the center of her palm.

"When I intercepted you, your mind projected Fiora's image onto me. It was easy for you to swing that scythe down onto her, wasn't it?"

Eyrin didn't want to admit it. "I suppose. But I would never do something like that of my own will."

"No, but Augatha would. And that's where your magic exceeds her control."

"I'm not following..."

"Human minds are incredibly resilient even in the weakest willed person. But sowing the seeds of doubt can easily break a strong spirit. She planted the idea that milady was the enemy, and any time you encountered her it would only continue to feed the darkness until-"

"-it becomes so powerful, it warps your reality. A hallucination, and a nightmarish one." Lux saw through her mother's intention now. It was an underhanded method to rid Fiora from the equation altogether.

Eyrin felt like her entire world collapsed on her, and yet relieved it hadn't been of her own doing.

"You controlled yourself even if you didn't realize it. The walls reached their limits, but you stopped before they broke."

The raven-haired woman had one person to thank for that and she met Nera's eyes with determination. "You were there. You told me, I believe in you."

Perfect Noxian leaving Eyrin's lips startled Lux, but didn't faze the other two women. Nera smiled fondly. "You have far more potential than what Augatha made of you. She planned on using you as a scapegoat, but you are my xuéshēng."

Eyrin flushed at the possessiveness in her voice. "The miracle here is how you managed to break through years of torture."

Nera shrugged. "It's as simple as finding someone who can understand you."

Fiora and Lux stole glances at each other. That would be something they'd have to address at another time. The duelist leaned against her desk, arms folded with a finger to her temple. Those thoughts could wait another day. "Why do you think I permitted you to continue training her? While I've yet to forgive you for the smaller infraction of hiding your intentions from me, I trust your judgment. I always have and always will."

Nera fell into a contemplative silence. "I was wrong then in assuming I made a blind decision to train Eyrin."

"Blind and foolish," Fiora corrected. "Let me rephrase myself – I trust your instinct. Your judgment may require fine tuning but your instinct has yet to fail us."

Lux nudged the raven-haired woman. "You also said something when you were locked with Nera."

The snowy-haired woman nodded. "'If you didn't exist, if you didn't give us this much trouble, then she wouldn't have to suffer.' Which begs another question – who?"

"Ambiguous, but applicable to all of us." Fiora rubbed her eyes. "I believe we're all a thorn in her side. Speaking of which, what kind of name is Augatha?"

"Fiora, have you never known my mother's name?"

The duelist glared at Lux. "Do you really think I'd waste my energy remembering something as trivial as that?"

Fair point. "Well, it's a terrible name for an equally terrible person."

Fiora grimaced. "It is about as refined as sharpening your blade on a whetting stone."

Terrifyingly accurate. "I'm still curious about a couple of things. How did you know Eyrin's Noxian?"

Fiora picked up a folder on her desk and threw it in Lux's direction, who managed to catch it without fumbling. "Nera took the liberty of infiltrating Demacia's Hall of Records and extracted this from the vaults. This is an original document they managed to procure from Noxus, and is now in our hands." The blonde sifted through the pages and sure enough, the photo attached resembled a younger Eyrin.

Eyrin didn't need to look at her own records to know what was in her heart. "I didn't want to admit or acknowledge it, but deep down for years I knew I wasn't Demacian."

"Noxian or Demacian, Ionian or not, it matters not to me." Nera sat beside Eyrin and ruffled short, raven locks. "We are not bound to the nation we are born in, nor the blood that runs through our veins. We are connected as a whole and thus share a common bond. Your birthplace does not determine the person you become. Your shepherd doesn't change your soul, only the image you perceive of the world. And that can always change."

Fiora turned her attention to Lux. "The second thing you were curious about?"

"Our first question that didn't really get answered – what is your magic?"

Unsurprisingly enough, Nera replied. "Telepathy, at least one part of it." She gestured between the blonde and Eyrin. "All lights require a shadow."

Nera pointed to Lux. "The light-"

Then to Eyrin. "-and the shadow. Two sides of the same coin."

The snowy-haired woman smiled when they ducked their heads sheepishly. It was a cliché comparison, but it made the most sense. "Only one shadow can be Lux's, and you've been there the entire time. Nothing will change that, nor take it away from you."


"This situation is getting out of hand."

"There are many things to consider here." Three people gathered around what appeared to be a map of Demacia with scattered markers across the table. An older woman with blonde hair woven into an intricate braid set her jaw straight. "What are you speaking of Garen? Speak plainly, we do not have time."

The large, roguish man scratched his chin. "Sylas' presence on the fringes of the kingdom grows larger by the day. The Mageseekers have also begun to move in full force and even non-afflicted civilians have been caught in their crossfire. The Illuminators are doing what they can to clean up the aftermath, but this also means Lux is constantly risking her life out there. What if she gets hurt? What if they discover her-"

"They will not. Still your tongue Garen." Garen fell silent when the third occupant of the room spoke up. "You are my son, where are the manners I taught you?"

"Forgive me, mother."

Augatha sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Your Aunt Tianna and I have been considering an option that would be the best of interest to our family and offer Lux unquestionable exemption from scrutiny. Are you aware your friend, the Prince, has been looking to wed?"

Shock crossed his features. "I – how? I was not told this."

Tianna nodded. "Indeed, his father is nearing the end of his prime and will need a successor soon. This is the perfect opportunity. The Crown is untouchable by anyone, even the Mageseekers will not go as far as to defy it."

Garen frowned. "And if she marries Jarvan-"

"-she would be untouchable, beyond anyone's reach."

Garen nodded firmly and bowed to both women. "I will set for the palace at daybreak. He and I have an arranged training session."

Augatha dismissed Garen with a wave of her hand. When he was out of earshot, she turned towards Tianna, who looked at her expectantly. "And what of Laurent? The progress?"

"They've grown close. It will only be a matter of time before we finally have vengeance for your son."

The answer satisfied the older blond woman. "Good. The sooner we can rid this kingdom of her abnormality, the better."


A/T: Wow, okay, so I just noticed how many views this behemoth has gotten. I'm at a loss for words. Thank you all for taking the time to read this fanfic and for sticking with me. I know I keep saying this but I genuinely am blown away by all the attention it's received. You guys are the absolute best!

Hopefully I get the next chapters out a bit quicker. This one took a lot of my brainpower to write and organize. You should have seen the first mess it was.