Fighting monsters and demons in association with BBC Cult.
"Aether fucus defixus," she whispered, and a red mist began to form in the air, tendrils of it reaching out to wrap around Godda's upper torso, binding her arms tight against her body so that she could not struggle against the voracious earth any longer. It continued to drag her down.
"Let her go."
Tamara turned toward that voice, so different now. Wild Edric was staring at her, short sword in his hand, but while he had seemed reluctant to act a moment earlier now he started forward.
"You've no business here. This matter is between myself and the Princess Godda."
"What?" Tamara demanded, recoiling with disgust. "You mean between you and your bride, don't you?"
She gestured toward Godda and the spells she had cast dissipated. The Faerie Princess was no longer bound - not that the coils of red mist would have held her much longer - and the ground had solidified again.
