Godda was now free, and she glared at them with those glowing eyes and began to drift toward them, sword in hand.
"Precisely my point, sorceress," the Faerie Princess said.
"Oh, put away the sword. You're not going to kill him, and you know it. You love him in your sickeningly twisted way," Tamara spat, nauseated by what the two of them had done. "And you are even more cruel and heartless and selfish than he. He fathered children upon the girls of Blackbriar and you stole them away, tore them from their homes and put them in danger-"
"They were never in danger," Godda said, lowering her sword.
"They were stolen from their mother's arms!" Tamara shouted. "Drop the veil covering your eyes! You left them in a hollow inside a tree, for God's sake. You've done something to their mothers as well."
"Not... not all of them," Godda said, hesitantly, glancing away. "And my ladies-in-waiting were caring for the-"
