WITCH - The Queen

Chapter 95

Annemarie

Quietly, she crept into her brother's bedroom, which he would now share with Queen Agathe, her queen. But the luggage of the proud and equally insane queen was still in her guest room. The royal couple was currently attending a council meeting. That's why Annemarie took her chance.

It was rumored that Marlon and Agathe were about to leave for the kingdom of witches. During their absence, his possessions were to be taken to the bedroom of the deceased rulers. Along with new furniture and new wallpaper. Just to Marlon's taste. The nobility celebrated the new relationship and all that it promised. But they were also nervous. One couple, two castles. Where would the rulers live? Would they commute between the castles? Or did everyone stay mostly in their own country? And what about possible heirs to the throne? With a Queen that was immortal? And possible future children were only half-vampires and barren. But all this was dismissed as a question of the future.

Knowing her brother, Annemarie did not intend to become intimate with the queen. No. Her brother didn't like half-vampires. Annemarie wanted to put Queen Agathe in a sack and send her back to her homeland. And Marlon? Well. She suspected that he might have something to do with the murders. But she needed proof. Rock-solid evidence.

One of the soldiers, whom Annemarie had escorted back to the castle, stood at the bedroom door, while the other three officially took over the guarding of the corridor. They had made sure of that. Like this, it didn't seem as if something was wrong. The soldiers believed the princess, had sworn allegiance to her, and therefore helped Annemarie in her plan.

Marlon was not a genius. If there was evidence, he would hide it in his room. Under his pillow, in the closet... If there were any. She looked quietly under his pillow, under the duvet, the sheet... There was nothing here. She hurried on, looking into his chest of drawers and his wardrobe. Again, nothing. But then she noticed that one of the drawers of his bedside table was left a bit open. Curious, she looked inside.

She saw a notebook, a pen, a filled inkwell, and cloth handkerchiefs with black spots. The ink had leaked. Carefully, she looked under it. The ink had already dried, but she was careful not to get her fingers dirty in the inkwell. So she lifted it up with one of the dirty cloth handkerchiefs. Smiling, she found a letter lying under the handkerchiefs. An ink stain adorned the envelope. Carefully, she lifted out the letter and then put everything back in. Just as she had found it.

The letter was addressed to her brother. The sender was the castle of the witch queen. She may have found what she needed. She let the letter disappear into her cleavage and crept out of the room again. The soldier quietly followed her to her own room.

It was only behind the closed door of her room that Annemarie opened the letter. The content was harrowing.

"And?", the soldier asked softly. Theresa Nebel had not served as a soldier for long. She had her long blonde hair tied in two braids, which made her look very youthful. But she was already one hundred years old.

"Torsten and I were right. Queen Agathe and my brother are behind the murder of our parents."

The soldier nodded grimly. "And thus presumably also behind the death of Princess Coletta and her daughter. Right? You have to get out of here, Princess!"

"What?" Annemarie pressed the letter to herself. "Leave? Now that I have proof?" She sat down on her bed.

The soldier hesitantly sat down next to her. "Princess? Your brother has just been crowned. The nobility stands behind this new marriage. Possible concerns or not, he is supported. They are all united behind this alliance. No one will believe you or risk supporting you."