Whatever he thought of her casting a resurrection spell, it was outweighed by far by his pleasure that her magic was now a sliver of what it had been. He was, once again, without rival. His throne, once again, was wholly his own. That Albert was capable of pride and petty jealousy didn’t exactly come as a surprise to her, but it still hurt. She’d been his apprentice for five years. Didn’t he care about her at all?
