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Tatiana flicks her wrist again. A loud callous cackle leaves her throat as another king bloodied stripe appears on my skin as it spilts apart.
"How many is that?"
"47...your highness." She's officially turned insane. There's a crown on her head that she crafted herself, melted down metal fused together with her own magic.
Her plan is still unclear. I don't even think she knows what she's going to do.
I glance to my left at the small wooden cradle that holds my daughter. It rocks gently, subdued with magic to ensure she doesn't cry. When she does cry, she bleeds out magic. Tatiana was almost killed by one of the strikes.
My daughter is powerful and she can't control it, but I know the absence of her mother is fuelling it too.
Tatiana hums a tune whils
