Don’t go to a fortune-teller—everything is clear: things are not right in Albion. The coven puffs up like a terrible toad, intrigues, reaches for power. The people worry: will the new king stand up against the best mages? The bad part is that he still has no heir… But the young queen has no time for children—for she has discovered her first wrinkle and panicked. That’s what matters. Besides, new youth can be obtained in a neighboring world. Doesn’t matter that afterward some peasant woman will die—the main thing is the “loot” you get.
But the victim won’t give up. Especially after finding out she’s been “thrown”: no one was going to heal her daughter, even though they signed a magical Contract. Still, our mothers are special—and in rage they are terrifying. Sooner or later, they will make the offenders understand that you can choke on a stolen piece.