|Flashback|
Seraphina walked through the halls of her palace, dressed from head to toe and escorted by four royal guards. She had her hands clasped in front of her and her thoughts were only focused on the circlet around her head which was making every breath of hers, painful.
Krogon had recently resorted to placing the silver circlet around her head, saying that he did not wish for her to perform magic when not required to do so.
Seraphina had never felt more trapped.
The circlet burned the skin of her head while Matilda's healing magic kept the scars from ever marking her flesh. She was in pain at every second of the day and the saddest part was that no one could actually see it.
Tonight was a formal dinner with some of the dukes and lords of the land, and Krogon was about to annou
