Blackfeather Woods Shadows fall

Whatever she had said had angered him - had broken him and now his soul lay exposed. Astrid had never imagined the Forest King as a child. She hardly knew him at all and had judged him for things that may or may not have been out of his control. Mother held the strings now, but Astrid had cut herself free a long time ago. It became apparent that Damien, too, was no longer held by her sickening spell. They could erase her together... how scandalous!

She remained calm, even as he snapped and turned to her - threatening the traitor's daughter that obviously had nothing to do with all of this. She had missed him - might've been the only one who had and now he was accusing her of standing with HER? She shook her head with a serious look - the board had been flipped, and now all the pieces were back on it, it seemed the tables had turnes drastically for the one claiming to be the queen of their woods. 

Absolutely not. She answered with a hint of satisfaction. Something bothered her though, and she felt like adressing it. Please refrain from calling me "child" - a child needs their mommy.