Oriana sat on the couch beside Arlan, a sense of uncertainty lingering in her expression.
"How are you feeling now, Oriana?" Evanthe asked with a warm smile. "Or shall I start addressing you as my queen now?"
Oriana gazed at the elegant woman before her, the Queen of witches, and couldn't help but contemplate the immense power she must possess.
"Please call me by my name only, Lady Evanthe," Oriana responded gently. "I am not ready to embrace the title of Queen of witches just yet."
Evanthe nodded understandingly, her smile unwavering. "As you wish. So, how are you feeling?"
"Much better. There is no need for further treatment," Oriana replied, subtly indicating her desire for solitude. She didn't wish to involve others in her affairs and had no interest in delving deeper into the world of supernaturals.
