Marcelina

I sweep through the corridors of my castle, each step a silent command echoing off the stone walls. The air is thick with anticipation, laced with a hint of iron as I pass the armory where swords are being sharpened and arrows fletched.

"Secure all entry points," I instruct Penny without breaking stride. "Double the guards and ensure the wards are at full strength."

"Right away, Your Majesty." Her voice is steady, betraying none of the concern that must be clawing ...