In the dark alley of the capital where the day started after the setting sun, a group of men and women were sitting around the fire that was blazing in spite of the chilly winds that were cutting the bones.
They all had cloaks on their head while waiting for their master to come.
"She is still alive! Damn, not only is she alive but she is going to take the throne as expected. Shall we change our strategy to survive now?" asked one of them when an old man came and took the seat of the head.
Instead of feeling better, they were looking anxious as if they were worried about their safety, their future.
"But she knew that witches were not on her side. Even if Luhan went to convince her, Lilian messed it up and once Celina did not support us, we are going to lose our position even if he is a marquis now?" said another with a disheartened voice creating desperation on the face of others.
