Elder Yasoria's eyes widened slightly, her brows knitting together in quiet disbelief. She hadn't expected Seraphina to know that much about her. For a brief moment, her calm composure cracked a flash of genuine shock flickered across her usually stoic features.
Seraphina noticed it immediately, and a sly, delighted smile spread across her pale lips. The faint torchlight cast her expression in a strange, eerie glow as she leaned forward, the chains around her wrists clinking faintly.
"Oh, little girl, are you astonished by how I know?" she asked in a singsong tone, her eyes gleaming with amusement. Then, suddenly, she let out a soft, girlish giggle — the kind that sent a shiver down one's spine.
It was so light, so playful, yet utterly wrong in the cold stillness of that dungeon. She looked for all the world like a carefree maiden rather than the most feared witch ever to be caged by the empire.
