Looking into the large silver mirror on the wall, the princess smiled sadly.
"I need to keep in mind that first and foremost I am not the King's daughter, not a bride, not a wife, but a diplomat. And diplomacy has always been my forte" she decided and left her chambers. But Sylvia did not hurry back to her fiancé, but knocked on the closed door of her mother's chambers, who immediately responded with a harsh scolding.
– Mother, it's me, Sylvia," she said, and the door immediately opened.
– Come in, my love. I'm sorry, I thought it was one of the humans," Varma told her hastily.
Sylvia stepped into her mother's chambers. The door slammed shut behind her.
– Look what that bastard has done to me! – Varma moaned, clutching her head.
– Oh, Mother, I'm so sorry…" Sylvia could only whisper, for the decrepit old woman standing before her did not resemble her beautiful, always young mother in the slightest. She had seen only a glimpse of Varma in her chambers when Derek Merkswerd had ordered her to be his wife, and now the change that had come over the demon queen surprised her unpleasantly.
"So this is what my mother hides beneath her magical sheath! Her old age! No, I will not be like her… I will meet my old age with dignity and will not hide from it" – involuntarily went through the girl's mind, but she did not want to upset her mother with the truth, so she said:
– Mother, no one will ever take away your beauty....
But Varma immediately interrupted her:
– It's already happened! That damned little man… Damn him! But how? Does he possess some magic even stronger than ours? Impossible! Humans have never had even a hint of magical ability! – The queen walked briskly to her huge half-wall mirror and dug her fingers into her long gray hair. – Oh, my beauty! My youth! I hate this reflection, it's not me!
While Varma felt sorry for herself and cursed Derek, Sylvia waited silently for her mother to come to her senses.
– And you.... So young, so beautiful… What I was years ago! – with envy of her own daughter, Varma suddenly said quietly, glancing at the latter's reflection.
– 'The people have gathered in the throne room,' Sylvia hastened to say: at this moment her mother was pushing her away with her behavior and her vain wailing. – Derek Merkswerd has ordered me to come there to celebrate my engagement to him… Mother, please come with me! I need you! – she pleaded softly.
– No, no… In such a state… And what is there to celebrate? Our shame? – Varma cut her off.
The girl smiled bitterly, but did not ask twice, for she knew that her mother, as if disturbed by the loss of her beautiful false shell, would never leave her chambers.
– Tell me, mother, is it true that Uncle Dariel killed and raped the women of Kaldwind and was executed by King Derek for it? – She asked the question that had been tormenting her.
The demon queen smirked, went to the dressing table, sat down on a beautiful thin chair and began to open boxes with cosmetics and jewelry: she wanted to somehow cure old age in her own eyes.
– And who told you that, my daughter? – she said in an indifferent tone to Sylvia.
She walked over to the queen and stood behind her.
– Derek told me.
– And you believed him?
– No, not at all. But I need to know. – Sylvia swallowed. – 'I beg you, tell me the truth.
– The truth? – Varma took off her earrings. – Yes, he'd had a lot of fun before he died. But that despicable man still had no right to…
