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Emmeline urged Cher to follow Ace, feeling the magic growing in the air. She closed her eyes for a moment as she clutched one of her roses to her chest. “Mère, où que tu sois, prête-moi ta force,” she whispered almost reverently.
Cher galloped after Lord and his rider, and stopped when they did, waiting patiently before going to get a drink herself.
“If this is beyond the kingdom’s borders, then we should be safe from him and his knights to rest as long as we need.” she answered, her voice completely calm as she dismounted. “I can do this. Just stay behind me.” she smiled at him briefly before turning to face the kingdom.
She took a deep, calming breath, focusing on the reservoir of magic inside her and drawing the ambient magic of the world to her. A soft but bright golden glow flickered like lightning around her, not lashing out or striking at anything but skipping across her skin. Her brow furrowed in concentration as the golden glow replaced the green in her eyes.
“King Frederick.” she called. Her voice stayed calm, focused, and never raised into a shout though it covered the land. An invisible wind whipped at her hair and dress but she remained unmoved. ”You have twice chosen to forsake and deny aid to your family beyond your own borders, so too shall you, your loyal knights, and soldiers be denied the world beyond, bound within your kingdom, forbidden to cross its borders, until death claims you, or you truly atone for your cowardice and selfishness.” she commanded, the glow intensifying with every word before the spell surged forward, washing through the kingdom like a wave. Nothing was destroyed, nothing seemed to change inside the kingdom… but for a moment from where Emmeline and Ace stood, there was a brief, slight shimmer in the air as if glass had rippled in the sunlight.
“Let not the innocent suffer for the sins of the proud,” she added in a soft, shaky whisper as she finished the spell, the last traces of the magic glow slowly faded from her until she looked normal again.