Claire looked from face to face.
"I told you I make them myself." Lara blurted out.
"What kind of charm oils, if I may ask, Lara?" Claire asked, folding her arms across her chest.
"Very special charm oils, my lady."
Claire ran a hand through her hair.
"What made you think I need charm oils?"
"To woo the King, of course." The quiet one said.
Claire took a step back.
"And why would I need to woo the King?"
They all looked at her with huge eyes as if she'd just asked the most stupid question in the world.
"To become the queen, milady." Freckles answered.
Become the queen? They wanted her to become the queen? Did she even want to be the queen?
A dry laugh escaped her.
"Do you find this funny?" The one with the pale face asked, her brows furrowing.
Claire gulped, forcing herself to stop laughing.
