"Please, please. I am yours. Your slave. Anything you ask for... anything at all is yours. You have only to say the word, Gwendolyn."
"Anything?"
He nodded, but he was a radical. His cruel ideas would never lay to rest.
"I wish... I wish I could believe that, sir. But your love for your ideals far outweighs the fondness you have for me. So I will ask you this. Tell me truly. Did you ever love me? Was any of it real?"
She wished, as he faltered, that what she did next was solely in defense of her people. If only her scorned heart had nothing to do with it. But she would, for the rest of her long life, always wonder.
Mortimer couldn't answer her straightaway. Instead, he gave her that half-smile she had always found so charming. It was enough of an answer all on its own, enough for her to push him, hard. He stumbled back against the rail of the bridge. But the real shock did not show on his face until she spoke again.
"I will wipe the slate clean. The magic in my family dies with me."
Mortimer laughed as if she couldn't be serious. But the sound died when she did not join in.
"Gwen..."
His voice was stern. She had to be quick about the enchantment, or he would charm her all over again.
"Into the waters you shall go,
To lands of neither friend nor foe,
In this domain, death shall not find,
and you'll be king of magickind,
Barred from this plane, no door to see,
Unless wronged souls empower thee."
No regrets, she decided. Then, with all her strength she shoved him into the moat below.
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