"Why would you do this Isolde?" Seraphina questioned softly, her voice laced with concern. "This is what you wanted me to go through. You despise me so much that you wanted to cast a spell on me but unfortunately for you, you're not that lucky."
"Please, Seraphina! I know I have done something wrong to you. Forgive me and talk to the Alpha. I can't die a brutal death, please." Isolde replied as she writhed in pain.
It was obvious that the spell had taken its toll on her as she spoke. The candles were still lit and the smell of the herbs filled the air as they all stood in silence.
Seraphina turned to Lorien, her hands holding his. "Your majesty. I know Isolde wanted to harm me, the spell was for me but we can't let her die like this. She has a great impact on Duskbane, we can't leave her like this."
