The Royal Witch

*Selena*

Harper remained steadfast and fiercely loyal to her king. I understood that extracting information from her would prove to be a daunting task. Yet, I refused to concede defeat; determination fueled my persistence.

"But why?" I furrowed my brow, attempting to coax her into cooperation. "Harper, you need not fear anyone. As your future queen, I assure you of your safety," I reassured, reaching out to touch her shoulder. However, she evaded my touch and busied herself with her tasks.

"I possess no knowledge of the king's personal affairs. His private life is closely guarded, and he divulges little to none of it," she explained impassively, finally turning to face me. "If you seek answers, why not confront the king directly?" she challenged.

Ah, a clever response indeed.

"I thought about it," I shrugged, feigning innocence. "But he didn't tell me. Perhaps he thought I'd be jealous if he discussed his former lover with me." I smiled coyly. "But I'm not jealous. I'm curious and eag