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King Nikolaus.

She charged towards Raisel livid with anger….

“It hurts to feel unworthy”, Dragomir interjected turning her attention away from Raisel, “The need to run away. Every witch has a coven, I don’t see yours so I am guessing you left it…”

“I left of my own accord!”, she barked, “I am a solo witch”

“Oh cut the crap witchy lady, everyone needs to have a sense of belonging, somewhere they can call home, somewhere where they are loved and accepted except of course you were not…”

“Arrghhh!”, she screamed and moved her hand towards Raisel and a power surge hit her with a full force, strong enough to shatter the chains. Raisel hit her head against the wall and hit the floor with a thud.

“Raisel!, Raisel!”, Dragomir called out to her frantically, tears clouding his vision.

“You can not project your fears unto me dragon! Those are your feelings, not mine, you know it deep within you”, she said aloud in a voice that was a male’s, “You think you are unfit to be king, you think you are unfit to be
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