~Katrina~
The great Queen Fortuna who was always so quick with words became silent. Since I asked the question, she hadn't said a thing. She just sat there, lost in thought, clearly shaken. I didn't mean to smile, but I couldn't help it. I had backed her into a corner, and she didn't like it.
Something felt off. None of this made sense. I kept thinking about where she could've gone, and the more I thought, the more uneasy I got. The clothes she had on weren't just strange—they were wrong, like she'd been somewhere she shouldn't have been.
Did she go out to hire an assassin? Honestly, with Fortuna, I wouldn't put it past her. She was the kind of woman who'd burn the world to keep her crown. She'd already killed her own sister to bury her secrets. What else was she capable of?
