The measure of power

Cinnia hummed a tune from one of her favorite songs as she knocked her head against the chair she was tethered to. With her magic cut off and her inability to free herself from the heavy chains, there wasn't anything else that she could do to escape from captivity.

While she murmured the lyrics of the song, she recalled the prophecies from the fae and Sophie. 'Many would lust after her blood', they said. That was her ongoing predicament and Cinnia felt her chest constrict with hate for prophecy.

Cinnia tapped the sole of her shoe against the concrete floor, to the rhythm of the music in her head. Just then, her stomach rumbled loudly causing her to let out a resentful chuckle. A tear slipped from her eyes and rolled down her cheek while she continued banging her head against the chair.

Abruptly, the door was opened and Cinnia turned her head slightly to the side to see who had decided to finally grace her with their presence.

The second her brown eyes clashed with the striking red