"*They* did it."
Metis felt a shudder pass through her body as the Masked King spat out words that she herself had whispered in triumph not three hours earlier. The image on the television was flickering, so she closed her eyes and turned her farsight to his throne roo(more)m instead. The three would-be assassins stood in chains, their pale skin even paler now with terror. They each wore a heavy neck shackle with the magic-suppressing Ouroboros Curse carved into them.
"Until now, I have trusted these beings to exist separately and in secret without causing problems. Though they are strong, though they possess abilities beyond the natural, they have kept them quiet and not used them for evil. Until now. Now these assassins, these *witches* have attacked me in my own domicile. I can no longer place faith in the innocence of their secrecy. I have no choice but to reveal them so that their dark deeds are dark no longer. Oh, they are not all evil, I will vouch for that; but from now on, they must be watched."
Metis was shaking, but she didn't notice until someone placed a soft hand on her shoulder. It was Olivia.
"You needn't watch it, Madam. I'll watch the rest and tell you what happens."
Olivia's farsight was nearly as good and her memory was better than Metis's was. Metis nodded gratefully, stood from the couch, and retreated to the silence of her own room. (less)