Marcus looked at the king and realized that something was wrong. The man didn't act like himself, he looked possessed.
Tears of despondency slowly cascaded down his visage leaving him so weak. Morpheus had stabbed the queen after the woman had just come back from death.
He got up from the bed. His eyes glowed as he bellowed words from his mouth. "Zim zim zafarda," he screamed out loud.
"Arggh," Reina and Morpheus screamed as they held their ears to block out the spells. The King let go of the queen and went down on his knees.
Reina was raised up from the ground with magic. Her wounds healed and the dagger reduced to ashes. Marcus dropped his hand and shot his gaze to the door, Dara stood by the door chanting her own spells.
The werewolf was chanting spells that he was yet to learn. But to be fair, he had only just realized that he had magical powers.