“Who is this lady?” Brenton jumped out of his chair, leaning over the desk.
“She… She is the witch, Millenia, Your Highness.” The dressmaker sat back in her chair, looking petrified.
“Why have you only come forward with this information now? LOCK HER UP! You have known all this time that I have been looking for my wife!”
“Your Highness, Libelle is an honourable girl.” The guard tried to defend her.
“I… I was scared.” Libelle cried.
Brenton saw her cringe beneath his huge frame, stepped back taking a deep breath.
“I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m… Go! Send word to the warriors to get ready. We are marching on the fairy king’s new castle.” He instructed the guard.
“She will be safe. I promise I won’t hurt Libelle, is it?” He asked and she nodded.
“Libelle,” He watched th
