Run, Eryn! Get away! But the possessed-Elemmire’s warnings were useless. Laerwen carried through on her threat. His body, his speech, his actions – all were under the witch’s control. He tried to reach out to his child; tried to push her away so she would be safe.
He could affect the outside world no more than the western wind could speak.
And now he had to watch his daughter walk blindly into Laerwen’s trap.
My poor sweet girl…
He saw the anger, the anxiousness and fear, burning in his daughter’s blue eyes. Fear of her own father.
No doubt, that look would haunt him for the rest of his life.
“Where have you been?” Laerwen said. Damn it! The witch had even stolen his voice. “You were told to go to your room and stay there.”
Eryn scowled. “I went to see Rosse. You didn’t tell me I couldn’t.”
Laerwen took a step forward, her voice low; menacing. It hurt his throat. Elemmire hadn’t known his voice could sound so cold. “Do you dare defy your king?”
Eryn met Laerwen’s glare with the same fire her mother had. “I just wanted to see if Rosse felt better. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Elemmire felt Laerwen’s anger course through him, but could do nothing to stop it. “Do not ask foolish questions. You will learn obedience, child. And if this is the only way, so be it.”