“Morgana. I need the body. Now.” Arthur demanded, his voice hard, but controlled.
“No. The heart only needs energy, and you don’t have enough. Even if you bleed Lyra dry, you’ll never control it.” Morgana said, voice like a whip.
“I will find a way.” Arthur hissed, eyes flashing.
“I’m sure you will. But not on my watch. You won’t get the heart. You won’t control my realm. I will not answer to you!” Morgana shouted, every word shaking the air.
“Once I bleed Lyra, it still needs two contenders… and she’ll be dead. So it will be you and me.” Arthur said, drawing a knife. But he was still far from me, too far to strike… yet.
The air thrummed with danger. Every heartbeat felt like a countdown. One wrong move, and someone would die.
The knife didn’t scare me. I stood there watching them bi
