Mina watched, unflinching. Actually, she was a bit disappointed. There was something terribly mundane about it all, accelerated though it seemed. And while she was blessed with an exceptional mind, she didn't have exceptional eyes. Not in the way that Jacqueline did, able to see everything.

Well, she as Mina didn't.

But the Queen felt something. Something old. Not quite as ancient as herself. But powerful.

Dangerous.

A low sparkle ran along Mina's skin as she observed. It was unconscious, the Fae part of her nature unwillingly escaping for a moment. "That's your Grace, then?"