"Circe, Princess of Westeria. Daughter of King Valik and Queen Thalora. Second in line to the Westerian throne." The voice was deep and resonant as it spoke directly into her mind. It seemed to bloom inside her thoughts, vibrating against the walls of her skull. The tone carried a strange balance to it, neither fully male nor female, but something in between.
"H—how?" The word slipped out before she could stop it. Circe found herself at a complete loss for anything more intelligent to say.
"I know everyone that comes here," the voice replied. "I keep track of all those who pass through my wards over the years, and I never forget such details. It is how I know that your vampire husband is currently rampaging through the tunnels in search of you. Though it is quite difficult to even call him a vampire when his mother comes from such a strong demon lineage."
Circe's eyes widened at that revelation.
