Everything moved fast after the spell had been used on Celeste. It worked. Lazarre had watched as the princess, her face red with fury had tried to take a swing at the king but with a kick, he had shoved her to the floor. The expression of shock on her face is one he will not be forgetting for a long time. When she had screamed and tried to rush at the king again, guards had streamed in from her sides and restrained her, easily. She had still not gone down without a fight, calling them all sorts of names and biting at the guards until his father had walked closer to her and with a huge swing of his jewelled hand, knocked her out. Right before she had passed out, her eyes had met his, their brilliant blue-green colour clouded by pain and betrayal. Once again, he had transformed himself into
