She was a veil of nightfall, consuming everything in her wake.
She was a calm blue sky, you never knew what was going to happen.
A story of the Queen and the Witch.
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"It seems as if you are taking longer than the allotted time dragon borne."
He froze going still before he lunged at her, leaping with his hand drawing a sword. Desemona stepped aside she flicked her wrist and the sword was plunged into the wall. "Well, well." She walked close to him and slammed him against the wall her had once again resting on his throat. "It seems you have made your choice."
He squirmed. "My sister will never forgive you- for this. You righteous hag."
Desemona tilted her head with a soft coo. "Oh dear. She's the one that ordered your execution." His eyes only had time to go wide in shock.
Her long talons ripped into his stomach as promised. His innards painting the floor red. Blood dribbled from his mouth as he gapped and gasped for air. Desemona dropped his neck and he crumpled like a card house. She wiped her hand on the black linen of her dress and fled the room.
