*Astrid’s POV*
The last thing I remember is falling asleep I was cuddled up with my babies and Lucy when I heard the crashing noises; I was already too late a rag was held over my face, and when I woke up, I was strapped to this pole I go to move my arms from behind me, and I feel a sharp burning pain I look all-round, and I see other members from different royal families, and then I see my children I see the twins in a basket on a dock I see a scruffy man came out who smells of wolf and a woman comes out who was supposed to be our nanny she walks up and slices my feet I feel the cold blade slice thought, and I hold back the scream, and she smirks
“We will take the queens wings. They will make a nice trophy.”
I look at her, mortified they can’t take my wings; I focus on hiding them. R
