3rd Person POV
“Show yourself, fake Luna.”
The other Lycans whimpered and knelt, baring their necks. The two Lycans holding the two princesses forced their wards down, but could not, so they pulled their hair, which sent the girls gasping in pain. Elle started muttering expletives.
“Oh boy,” Morrighan’’s voice tutted. “You too, Count Shipman. You’re really begging for a death sentence by doing that. Making everyone kneel for you so Their Highnesses will be forced to bow down to you? Ha! That’s Lèse-majesté, you know.”
“Show. Your. Self.” the Count growled even louder.
“Go ahead and make your mutts kneel,” Morrighan’s voice echoed all throughout.
“Free hit! Woohoo!” Came a female voice.
“Geronimo!” Came another male voice.
Dreadful silence seemed to fill the whole area
