Fraya
Anwir looks between me and his son and then settle his eyes on Donahue. Donahue bows at the waist while greeting his father, showing him respect and I can't help but hate him for it. Instead of following his lead, I straighten to my fullest hight, lifting my chin in defiance. I know why he is here, word has probably reached him about the fact that my burned handprints sit on the throne and he is clearly upset about the fact that he doesn't have as much hold on my magic as he hoped for.
"Take her." Anwir says and his guards step forward all with their hands on their weapons. My body starts to turn, ready to run before I can even think of why. My body seems to know that whatever is about to come will be far worse than anything I have ever experienced in my life and if I allow them to
