You sit on your throne as Faye is brought before you. The guards throw her down roughly, earning a pained yelp from the sorceress. There are fresh cuts and scrapes along her body, as well as a bruise blossoming on her cheek. She lifts her head, looking up at you. Your majesty? There is a fearful waver in her voice, her brows drawn in confusion.
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