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She stared at the woe wood doors of the hall Coht blue cloak, she was the tallest female Annwyl had ever come across

"Not sure what business that is of yours, lady" Annondered whether she would kill her slowly or just outright

The wo around her bare feet "I’ve traveled far to meet with you, Lady Annwyl, but I don’t like to waste my time or bandy words about"

"And neither do I So perhaps you should get to your point before I lose rip her shoulder and looked up to see Morfyd beside her "Annwyl, I’d like to present Queen Rhiannon of the House of Gwalchly fa like that "Myto bury one’s head in a ditch can be an overwhelht it all the same The queen stood in front of her As human She snatched back the hood of her cloak Snohite hair tumbled down around her shoulders and an expression of intense dissatisfaction rippled across her face She didn’t even seeasp that went up fro, a black dragon brand that went from her jan her neck and disappeared under her cloak

But noyl understood why all Rhiannon’s children were beautiful As hu

Annwyl looked at those who accompanied Rhiannon A beautiful red-headed feirl And three males ere clearly brothers All quite beautiful in their oay The one with silver hair looked as if he appeared before her under protest The golden-haired one openly leered at her And the blue-haired one grinned so happily she could do nothing but give him a quick smile back

"My point, lady, is that it is tihtful place beside my son"

Annwyl took a deep, shaky breath The bitch had just ordered her back to Fearghus Ordered her Her hands clenched into fists as the rage welled up She could control the emotion now, but that only made it more deadly Gwenvael nation

"And perhaps, lady, you shoulddeep into her shoulder as warning A warning she ignored "What goes on between Fearghus and myself is our concern Not yours And you need to remember that"

She noticed Rhiannon’s children desperately trying to get her attention while Morfyd ca her ar And pray tell me, lady, how is your mate’s tail?"

At that point, Morfyd threw up her hands and walked back to Brastias’s side while Rhiannon’s sons cringed and the beautiful redhead dropped her head in her hands

Rhiannon sht to say the least Unlike her children, her hu else "You know, Lady Annwyl, any wohty as Bercelak the Great, should be strong enough to go clai turn from the queen Annwyl expected her to rip her head off instead At least she expected her to try "I appreciate your concern, lady But I am at a loss as to why your son did not come himself"