The Conqueror’s Witch – 2: The Queen of Wands

THREE YEARS BEFORE THE DEATH OF THE LEADER

“You are a witch,” Wilhelm said, smiling. “At least, that is what the soldiers say.”

Jazmynde, leaning against her drinks cabinet, smiled slightly. The room was large, yet intimate. Wood and copper lined the walls in diagonal slats and geometric patterns, and the light was soft amber. “A witch?” She asked.

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