Page 49 - Demo

As the years passed, the queen’s magical prowess grew vastly. She discovered new abilities every day. The king didn’t question his wife’s interest in the arcane until the day she disappeared.
The kingdom was upturned until the queen walked through the gates at sunset with more cheer than the sun could show.
The queen counselled her husband, she had found a new world! A land that lay beyond the fabrics of Fairy. She spoke of the land endlessly and each tale was filled with more marvel than the last. One day the king decided he must see the land she spoke of.
The queen led him and a small group of knights to a clearing in the wood outside the limits of the walls. There she committed a ritual and upon blinking each found themself in a similar clearing of an entirely different forest.
This land lacked tameable magic. The world breathed and lived independently of incantations and mystique, and perhaps that made it all the more miraculous.
The group traveled on, learning of the world, even meeting the people of the lands. They found that they were woefully uninformed, even considered backwards to these people. The king took insult to this, but his wife pushed into her discomfort, seeming to thrive in the unusual. The woman’s husband became irritable and melancholy. He understood that the only way through the fabrics of the world was his wife’s will and she showed no desire to leave soon.
She pushed and pushed until one day the threads frayed to snapping.
In a fit of fury the woman let out a curse tying the men and women traveling with her to this land, including her husband. Instantly she was filled with regret and despaired at her action. She understood what she must do.
Upon solitary arrival to her kingdom the queen took swift action to clean the mess her absence had created. Where was the king? People were getting upset.
An unrest broke out in the kingdom as the king had not returned with her. Rumors spread of horrible things. When the queen gave birth many months later the lies and hearsay only increased in frequency and grotesqueness.
They called her the witch queen.
The queen knew there was only so much time before she was dethroned. That she could not keep the child in the castle, fearing what might happen to her. The baby could be sent away until old enough to more safely return to claim the throne.
See the woman run, shameless, her hair loose and wind-torn. The forests where she once explored now rejected her. The fateless woman was in earnest search of sanctuary for her child.