My little Dragon Queen
Alcina’s hand finally, finally descends to fit against Mary’s lifeless, colorless cheek.
For a moment, a brief spot of color returns to that cheek, as Alcina’s hand warms with her Gift. But for all that Alcina is desperately willing to pour all the warmth she possesses as a Dragonheart into this young, precious girl, it will only ever be a temporary spark, for Mary will never open her eyes again.
And for the first time, Alcina feels her heart - with all of its fire and warmth, all of that preternatural blaze afforded to her by the dragons - trickle with cold.
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