Ember growled fiercely "Because the dark ones like the color, i am but a meer servent to them... it would be a kindness to kill me as soon as posible" the witch writhed in her chains as if she was hurt, but she wouldn't tell. "They will kill me anyways but i perfer it by your hand, for they would make it slow...Ease my suffering king steffan" she said and coughed violently spitting blood "See they wish me dead now"

Irena sighed "If they can be replaced then she can have them" her voice firm and sounded as if she was in no mood for a bargin She glared at the witch and watched steffan's movement hoping they could just leave here and go out riding, it had been a long tim sience she had been on her horse. The witch was irratating the queen and it was very clear she didnt want to be out here for long. "When can we leave" she pestered the king and pulled on his arm softly like a child.