Chapter Nineteen
The one mishap they did not think about.
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Third Person’s Point of View
“The human is dying, Mistress.”
Glancing through a portal is what looked like a small feeble human. Alas, that is only through a normal view. Sitting before the array of fae folk is the Mistress of the Enchanted Forest—protector of the fae folk, and a powerful Mage. Her hair dyed in the color of earth, small branches were sipping through her skull, as small protective incantation were pressed on her skin.
It served as a mark, and it is what ties her to the throne.
“She is,” her soft voice replied, eyes focused on the human who is battered and beaten. This was part of the future. While this is not for certain, there is a possibility that it could happen. With the involvement of the Royal Beta,
