If not for the birth of her son, Sienna may have allowed Grey to pierce her chest with the dagger as she would not wish to spend her last moments in grovel as she believed this would always be her end; even if not by Grey’s hand, but expected nonetheless. Rather quickly, she would look into his gaze, finding him distanced from her as the sight of that damned curved dagger now rose. She would capture his hand immediately to counter him, her Luna strength counteracting his own magical brawn before she would lift her second hand to his cheek.
“Grey Barrone! I am aware you remain...I beg of you to come to me! You do not wish to kill me!”
“Kill...kill...ki-” Her soft touch would act as a beacon of hope lost within the magic imprisoning him within his own physique. “Sienna?” He would finally
