Chapter 155 - Switching Sides

During the Moonveiled Claws sisters' journey toward the royal palace, the moon was high in the night sky, illuminating Valtheon's imposing walls in a silvery luminescence. Their goal was obvious, even though their faces were hidden and their hoods were drawn low. They had found something that could make all the difference, Aryana's aunt might actually be Sylara, the Queen of Valtheon. They couldn't deny the revelation. Royal guards lined the way to the palace, their armor gleaming in the faint moonlight. Lycoria, the oldest of the sisters, moved forward as they got closer to the gates, her eyes fixed on them. “Good evening, we seek an audience with Queen Sylara” she said in a stern yet courteous tone. A scowl formed on one of the guards' lips as he regarded them with contempt, “The Queen doesn’t deal with peasants” he said with contempt, the other guards looked at each other with amusement and laughed quietly to themselves. “We are not peasants” Nythara growled, “We're witches.