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Transforming a Queen
Ragnar filled the doorway with his mighty size, making the apartment so much smaller as Lazareth and the twins greeted him. He was so worried he failed to notice their strange looks at each other, instead turning directly to Demelza.
"I'm sorry I've disturbed your home, but I've done something rash, and our healer isn't sure she has the strength to help Charlotte transition."
"Wait, what?" Matilda spluttered, "Oh no, please tell me I'm misunderstanding right now?"
Demelza looked to Lazareth, who in turn glanced at his King before confirming, "Ragnar has claimed Charlotte and marked her with our royal crest. She belongs with him now."
Both twins glared at the mammoth-sized man, who had the grace to flush under their accusing gazes, "Did she consent, Mr. Delgaard?"
The silence told Demelza and Matilda all they needed to know.
"We will have words, you and I," Matilda warned, waving a finger at the King before the witches grabbed what they neede
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