The Greed of the Black Haired Witch
Ester sat within the wide throne room of the northern castle. She truly found herself wondering why they did not use this castle as the main castle. The opulence was a bit staggering, even for her.
The room was white marble with glistening gold and silver inlay along the floor and walls. There was a central design in the center of the floor made of this same marble and various gems of different shapes, sizes and colors.
She had been told that Grace designed all of it herself, right down to the beautiful sheers surrounding the dais where she and Gabriel now sat.
She sneered. One more reason to dislike the broodmare of the kingdom.
The thought made her smile. From her peripheral she saw Gabriel roll his eyes. She frowned. He had just returned, this morning, from his hunting trip and he was even colder to her than before.
She knew she would need to tread very carefully.
