Felicity walked.
Morgana followed.
Her legs moved without her permission. Each step was smooth, obedient, and completely outside her control, and no matter how hard she willed them to stop, they carried her forward through the corridor as if her will was a suggestion her body had already declined.
'Stop. Stop walking. My legs answer to ME!'
Her legs disagreed.
Felicity didn't look back. She moved through the mansion's hallways with the confidence of someone who'd lived here for months, turning corners without hesitation, nodding to servants who smiled at her as a respected ally of their lord, not a nation's princess.
"You will release me." Morgana's voice was hard, the tone she used on ministers who forgot their station. "Whatever this binding is, it cannot hold an Elemental Sovereign of my level indefinitely. My mana channels will recover. My resistances will adapt. And when they do-"
"They won't."
