The queen of Soluna sat in her tower. She very much liked towers. They were distinctive, ominous, and always gave the right impression to any passing noble who thought he might like to kill a witch that day. The original castle had one turret, and she'd quickly fixed that.
Nedra did very little queening these days, since most of the population had died off by now, and exploring the castle proper had been fine in the early days. Now she preferred the spaces she'd created for herself. There wasn't much for a witch-turned-queen to do. Kyanos and Cucurbita had long since decided it was easier to wait for her to die off than to try and conquer the land, and her books had lost interest. A hundred years ago she was constantly striving to grow her power, but these days she was tired. She still looked as young as she had back then, but she'd allowed herself to grow matronly. she kept her high collar and dark makeup, but there were no more plunging necklines or spike-heeled boots for her. She'd