The two sisters sat next to each other, their hands rough from being repeatedly submerged in water over the last 30 years. Theirs was a hard trade, but more disheartening was the fact that it was fading in importance to the public. Less need for their sort of expertise meant for hands that didn't crack and bleed, but left the girls with much too much time to idle away.
It was this freedom from duty that lead them to watching the King. Albeit from afar, they were more knowledgeable about the man and his motives than his best courtiers and most trusted friends. Placing their heads together, they watched him through the small bubbling circle in their cauldron.
"This is the moment, Sabrina," came the gruff voice of the younger sister.
Sabrina answered, "It will all begin to unravel when she takes her last breath, Sarah."
"We'll watch the child then, Sabrina." The two, being inseparable since their birth continued with their shared prediction.
"She will rise as a Princess unlike any before her, Sarah."
"And with her rise will come a new age of mankind, Sabrina."
Together, the sisters made one last observation before grasping hands and mourning the passing of the queen and the times. "Our time unravels with the King."
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