He came out of no where, but Sandry could just tell that he was a sinister stranger.
"I'm looking for the Sandrilene fa Toren."
"And what is your intentions?"
He grinned cruelly.
"Well I am her!" she hissed. She hadn't tried this different, more efficient spell, but on this creep, anything efficient will do. So, she ordered his own clothes to bind him. Roger, expecting this reaction of this mage, sent a counterspell, not knowing her change in spell.
A second later, Sandry felt squashed against this tall, and strangely handsome man. He look so striking in a dark, subtle way.
He smiled. "Oh, Duchess," he whispered, pressing against her, his hands a little too free. "Do you like this spell now?"
Sandry squirmed, feeling the thread of both their clothes strongly bound against each other, orange electrified.
And, of course, snowflakes started to fall, making Sandry shiver.
Tris! Briar! Daja! Sandry mentally screamed knowing that this man would use her coldness to his own seductive advantage.