Seeing her husband hurled to the floor with blood splattered across the polished tiles, Roseanne gasped and rushed to his side. Tristan is not a man easily subdued; rarely had he ever been left bleeding.
The Ravenshade's bloodline, no matter how weak, is always stronger than any average human. And now, the sight of him broken and coughing out crimson shocked not only his wife but also the king himself.
Sorcerers of the kingdom aren't known for their fists or blades. Their power came from range, from spells and incantations, and from forces that could level armies from afar. That's why what Sienna-Rose did left both Tristan and Maximus dumbfounded.
"How—?" Maximus's jaw hung open, disbelief plain on his face.
"Weight magic," Sienna-Rose answered casually, flexing her hand as if the punch had been nothing more than a warm-up. "With perfect timing, it can feel like a dragon's claw smacking your face. A baby dragon, of course. A real dragon would've killed him instantly."
