C67 The measure of power

Cinnia hummed a tune from one of her favorite songs as she knocked her head against the chair she was tethered to. With her magic cut off and her inability to free herself from the heavy chains, there wasn't anything else that she could do to escape from captivity.

While she murmured the lyrics of the song, she recalled the prophecies from the fae and Sophie. 'Many would lust after her blood'