Morticia tied a dark, woven thread securely around Gideon's wrist. "This charm will shield you from further attacks, Your Highness."
"How could she have placed a curse on him without us realizing?" Adeline demanded, her voice laced with confusion and distress. "Why is all of this striking us out of nowhere? High Priestess, can you not uncover the witch's true motive?"
"I am unable to see into her mind," Morticia replied softly.
"Are you not the High Priestess?" Adeline challenged, stepping forward. "Your power should surpass hers—you ought to see through her dark magic!"
Gideon reached out, his fingers wrapping around hers to quiet her rising anxiety. "Do not panic, Adeline. I am fine now."
Adeline fell silent, lowering her eyes as a heavy sigh escaped her lips. "I... I simply cannot fathom what shifted to bring all this chaos upon us, upon you."
