Conquest of Magic

Part 34

"I am still worried about them," I muttered to Queen Irna.

"Don't worry, dear, they will be safe. I promise," she assured me, her chin held high. I let out a weary sigh, acknowledging her words with a nod.

"Kristen," Stanley's deep voice resonated softly, his eyes reflecting a tinge of sadness as his hand tenderly brushed against my cheek. A rush of warmth enveloped me at his touch, and I found myself relaxing in his reassuring smile.

"Don't be sad. This is for the best, to ensure their safety," he whispered gently, his eyes searching for a way to comfort me. I smiled and nodded.

"I will take you to meet them and your family soon, okay?" He asked, his voice filled with affection and concern, to ease my worries. He asked gently as his eyes tried to look reassuring.

"Thanks," I said. The longer I thought about them, the sadder it made me. Now that I am sure they are okay, I have to focus on other things. I thought.

"The ministers must be waiting; we have to go meet them," Stanley said, and we followed the Queen to the meeting room.

As we got closer to the chamber where the ministers were waiting for us, my heart began to beat quickly. My hands trembled slightly, displaying the anxiety I felt deep within. My eyes darted around the corridor, searching for a source of comfort.

"Stanley," I whispered, my voice quivering with unease. His gaze met mine, and I guess he could see the fear and uncertainty etched in my expression. "What if they don't like me? What if I say something wrong?"

He took my trembling hands in his, offering a reassuring squeeze. "You'll be fine," he replied, his voice laced with determination. "They will see the incredible person you are, and they will be honoured to meet you."

The weight of my worries pressed upon my shoulders, evident in the slight hunch in my posture while walking. For some reason, I wanted to hide and run away.

As we neared the door, my breathing quickened, and my steps became hesitant. My grip on his hand tightened, seeking an anchor in the midst of my apprehension. My eyes flickered with a mix of fear and hope, mirroring the inner battle I was fighting. I never felt this anxious before, even with the vampires.

"Remember," he whispered softly, leaning closer to me as we stood outside the doors. "You are strong. Just be yourself, and everything will fall into place." Stanley said this with a smile

With a final deep breath, I nodded, summoning the courage to face the ministers.

The guards bowed their heads before opening the doors for us.

The queen glided into the room with regal grace, her presence commanding attention. My steps faltered as I sensed a powerful aura of magic emanating from the witches seated across the long table. Each one exuded an air of importance, intensifying my nervousness. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized Linda and Peter among them, providing a small comfort amidst my anxiety.

As the room fell into a hushed murmur of conversation, both men and women were engrossed in their discussions, their expressions serious and focused. When their gazes landed on the queen, their faces transformed, displaying reverence and admiration. With synchronized movements, they rose from their seats, bowing respectfully to honour her presence. The queen gracefully took her designated place, gesturing for me to sit beside her. I eagerly complied, seeking solace in her unwavering support. To my right, Stanley settled himself.

Linda and Peter, seated across from me, beamed with warmth and reassurance, their smiles lifting my mood. Their presence offered a glimmer of happiness, easing the tension that had gripped my heart.