She could no longer harm me anyway. And my magic was already reaching out again, softness for movement, draining the velvety plushness from my shirt. Spooling into the hollow inside of that throne. Dragging out, with a single burst of godsworn power, what I’d known I would find inside that tomb she never let out of sight … The two of us. The Mother, who discarded even her lovers and children like used rags … What would she ever guard so fiercely but herself? It looked like it was sleeping, the body my magic yanked out from beneath her seat.
