I woke up in my bedroom, disoriented, with fragmented memories of the previous night.

My last recollection was Olivia leading me to the living room.

As I struggled to clear my mind, Olivia entered the room, her radiant presence commanding attention. "Good morning, Luna. Hope you had a restful night," she said, her voice warm and authoritative.

I stared at her, bewildered. The Olivia I knew as my cook possessed supernatural powers?

My mind reeled as I saw her in a new light. Queen, majestic and powerful.

"Good morning, Olivia," I replied attempting a calm tone despite my inner turmoil.

"Is Nicholas back yet?" I asked, concerned about etching my...