Serenade gnashed her teeth, ignoring the blood dripping due it. She wanted nothing more than to rip these two tramps into pieces.
Never had anyone spoken so…so vulgar to her. Then again she had never been amidst such worms of the society.
Born and raised amidst the most elite members of the northern kingdoms, she met only the finest, most sophisticated people.
Even her sisters of different backgrounds treated her like the princess she was.
'I can't meet my husband after being sullied by their words. Not until I have cleansed it with their spirit.'
She pushed herself more than ever before, adding the most potent elements in the air.
'Talk. Talk more. Let the air corrode your voice, devour your lungs, leaving you as a dried husk of weed that you guys are.'
The thought of their shriveled bodies exhilarated her. A smile tugged at her lips. Soon it would blossom as her opponents would wither.
