Hands…burning…11th chapter…I own no one…
"Marriage?" Daine asked, aghast. "Whaddya mean? I already love someone!" she exclaimed.
"yes, I know." The man said. "but you'll have to forget your lanky mage companion if you ever want to see all your gifted friends again…alive…" he said menacingly.
"WHAT?" Daine asked, now panicking. Then realizing that that wouldn't help, she asked, "who?"
"Ah, I see you're interested. My son, heir of the Scanaran throne. A Wildmage would make a fine queen, a jewel in my court… what say you?" he asked.
"I would like to see him please."
"Ah yes, you shall see him soon enough. Meanwhile, I would like to have you down for dinner in an hour and a half. You have been supplied with as many gowns as you need." It wasn't a request…
As soon as the old man left, Daine fell to the carpeted ground and wept. She didn't know what to do, but knew it would be best to not anger anyone. She had to find a way to escape. Without a second though, she tried to transform into a bird, but all she got was a jolt. He's banned my magic… she thought. She was doomed…
Well? I know, I'm plain evil… REVIEW!