QUEEN OF DARKNESS | HENRY MILLS [3]

XVI. she still loves him

Chapter Status: Edited.

[Dedicated to Booklover170104 and Blue-Eyed_RedRaven for being amazing and not complaining that I took 5 months to update <3 Also, the song of the day is Sea by BTS, I know, another kpop song, another mention of BTS, but it's so beautiful, and I am absolutely in love with it! Now enjoy!]

The morning sun shines through the windows, and Anna stirs awake, the sound of pots and plates clashing disturbing her slumber. Her eyes squint as she sits up, rubbing her eyes to rid the pain of the bright sun. Around her, a few sleep, however, Peter, Izzy, Sandy, and Chloe sit at the table, Sandy and Chloe talking happily, whilst Izzy and Peter eat bread and drink tea in a comfortable silence.

"Good morning, Anna, how was my daughter's Medela? Do you feel better?" Coralline questions without turning to look at her.

"Yeah, I feel great, other than the fact that light is blinding," Anna responds, her voice groggy, as she blinks her eyes roughly.

"Your daughter created it perfectly, it is even managing to keep me cool, heat like this can be quite deadly to those who are raised in cold lands," Izzy smiles.

"Narnia?" Coralline asks, placing some now clean plates into the cupboard.

Izzy frowns, "how did you-?"

A knock on the door is heard, Coralline, beautiful, with the same dirty blonde hair and blue eyes as her daughter, turns. She wipes her hands on a cloth, pushing her black glasses further up the bridge of her nose, just as Annabeth does. She confidently struts towards the door, opening it to reveal a man in a brown suit, thin-framed glasses, and a brown, slightly grey, moustache.

"Sir Bradman, what brings you here?" Coralline questions politely.

The man, Sir Bradman, looks past her, straight to the guests surrounding the lounge room and kitchen. He moves uncomfortably, leaning closer to Coralline, yet when he speaks his shaking voice still echoes throughout the room.

"So, these are the heroes of which your husband prophesised?"

"Mayor Mason can prophecies?" Izzy questions curiously.

"Please come in, Sir Bradman, we must discuss these matters out of sunlight, the barriers only work at night, who knows who could be listening."

Sir Bradman nods, stepping inside, and he walks towards the table, hands shaking slightly. For a man with, what seems like, a high status in their town, he does not seem to handle crowds well. That, or whatever Mayor Mason had told him about them had frightened him. Anna stands and sits beside Sandy, Sir Bradman sitting in the seat across from her.

"How are you feeling?" Anna questions Sandy.

Sandy smiles, "better, thankfully Chloe knew exactly what to do, Peter really chose the right people for this quest."

"I'm always right," Peter boasts.

"Not all the time," Coralline interrupts, thinking exactly what Anna had thought. "I don't know much about your realms, but my husband has not made you out to be the best of people."

"However, I can sense you have good intentions," Sir Bradman states.

"Does everyone here have magic abilities?" Sandy questions.

"Almost, we have a pretty strict citizen rule, most people have magic genes, not everyone possess it," Annabeth appears in the doorway. "Father has dreams and visions about people, I can create potions and have pretty basic powers, and mother is a healer, she's taught us a thing or two about it all."