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The witch sipped at her tea, it was bitter no milk, no sugar.Tension, dark unnerveing tension cloaked the room a dark muderus intent made the air heavy, it was enough to make a grown man fall to his knees. For you, see dear Maud was bored and with nothing to appease this growing boredom her distaste for everything grew with it until it swallowed the room. The cup shook a little as she tightened her grip teeth biting her bottom lip, A small bead of blood formed she took no notice. Her hand was pale against the cup, against her dark clothes; everything about Maud was pale, except for her hair a striking black. This of course made her seem more vicious although to be anymore was already impossible.

She was a witch she had become one to get rid of the haunting boredom, the same reason she now stood with the queen, to feed her growing hunger for the interesting for … children, maybe although that hobby was already losing it's spark. An addiction is what she had and nothing could ever satisfy it, at least not yet. Who knows maybe this war is what she needed. She cocked her heard footsteps echoed outside her room down the hall …A visitor maybe or someone passing by, although the queen was the only whoever dared go near her quarters.

She turned her attention to her bitter tea. No matter who ever they were as long as they were interesting she didn’t care. If they weren’t however…. A small chuckle made it’s was up her throat a twisted hungry grin appeared For a mere moment only to be replaced by her ever present frown as the footsteps drew closer.