After the commotion of the news, the room turns silent, and the servants leave after a wave of Ignis's hand. He leans back on the sofa, observing the ceiling as if it was the source of all our trouble.
Everyone listened to their King when he ordered them to leave, except for Aida. She's my bodyguard and my companion; she listens to my mother, the Queen, and then to me.
«Aida, you knew it...» I whisper, frowning again. «Why wasn't I informed?»
«Your Highness, the situation...» she sighs.
Ignis clears his throat, throwing a burning glance in Aida's direction.
«She's your Queen, now,» he says.
«Your Majesty,» Aida repeats, rolling her eyes.
Oh, right. I haven't told Ignis yet. Our child will be his successor, but also mine. A single person, being the ruler of Alba and of Mages! Oh, only if they have enough magical power to handle the role of King of Mages.