Camelot, Tower of the End.
In the dim corridor, Mordred and Bavangshi paced back and forth before the tightly shut door, their anxiety and frustration impossible to contain.
Creak...
As the door was gently pushed open from within, the two immediately crowded forward, blocking Habetrotrot and Freya's path.
"How is she?!"
The impatient Mordred grabbed Habetrotrot and spoke first.
"She's awake, but..."
As one of Morgan's few friends, the weaving faerie fell silent for a moment. Her lips pressed tightly together, the light in her eyes dimmed, and she lowered her head, shaking it in despondence.
Mordred and Bavangshi shuddered at once, understanding the unspoken meaning. They bit down hard on their lips.
Then, dark expressions spread across their faces. Without another word, they lowered their heads and walked into the bedroom.
In the spacious hall, the former Queen had already removed her heavy armor. Leaning against the headboard, her hands folded lightly before her knees, she turned her head and quietly gazed out the window.
Unfortunately, with winter drawing near, the weather had grown increasingly terrible. Dark clouds had long filled the sky, leaving little worth looking at.
"You're here?"
"Mother..."
Bavangshi looked at that pale face, devoid of even a trace of color. Her lips trembled, and regardless of the restraint she usually maintained as the Queen, glittering tears filled her gray eyes.
A slightly cool hand rose gently and rested against that crumpled little face. The distance Morgan had deliberately maintained after ascending the throne was replaced by helplessness and tenderness.
"Bavangshi... Sigh, why do you look like this? At the very least, you should get rid of that habit of destroying things and crying at the drop of a hat..."
Caught red-handed, the Cat Witch immediately flushed crimson. In her panic, she buried her head in