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Chapter Sixteen-2
"Her, the queen wants alive," the man stated, then removed the sword tip from Rhiannon's breast, "You, however, I need only to bring in your head." He quickly jerked his sword up high and then brought it down in a curving arc to swiftly remove his opponent's head. As if sitting somewhere in a safe, dark corner of the tent, Rhiannon watched the scene unfolding in the slowest of motions. She felt a scream ripped from the depths of her soul. It escaped her mouth like a flock of birds bouncing across the roof of the tent frantically escaping the tent only to slam against unyielding trees. She leapt from the floor, throwing herself against the unsuspecting man causing his sword to miss its intended mark. Missing his neck, the cold steel blade cut deep into Flath's side as if he was nothing mo
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