"Come in, Cyprus" the Queen's voice called, smooth and deliberate.
As I heard those words, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she had been waiting for me, that somehow, she had known I would come to her chambers at this late hour. There was no surprise in her tone, no hint of hesitation—just a cold, calculating calm, as if she had been expecting this moment all along.
I hesitated for a fleeting moment, my hand resting on the door, before I stepped inside. The soft flicker of candlelight cast long, dancing shadows across the walls. There she was, sitting in her favorite elegant chair, waiting—poised and regal as always. Her gaze locked onto mine, sharp and unwavering, studying me with an unsettling intensity. A faint, knowing smile tugged at her lips, almost mocking, as though she could se
