The princess shook her head. It didn't matter.
The princess' will was barely more than a flicker. She felt pain shoot through her from every movement.
And though they were surrounded by multiple Viscounts and their champions, whose power dwarfed hers by a large margin, the princess still lifted her chin to the sky, eyes cold.
"The hell do you fools want?"
The scorched forest turned dead silent.
The eyes of the Redflames finally left Atticus and focused on the petite blonde who could barely stand.
"Pfft!" As one burst into laughter, the others followed.
"Who allowed a child to participate in this game?"
"I think the question should be what world is ruled by a child?"
Their laughter grew, and the forest was filled with the rumble of men, until it wasn't.
"When I heard the name Redflames, I expected warriors. I expected heat. But all I see are panting dogs. You lot are proof that fire can burn bright and still be pathetic."
