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Welcome to my illusive fanfic, previously announced on Tumblr –you can find me there under the same username as here-. I will try to put this story online in nice short pieces.
You should know I have only seen this series once and it was not in English. I will make be making mistakes by lack of fact checking and I apologize for that.
“Once more you have failed to bring me Adora.”
“Good morning to you too.” Queen Angella approached the confinement shield.
She was carrying a tray of pastries. They looked too good to be given to an enemy prisoner.
It troubled her that Shadow Weaver was still alive. It troubled her most of all that the woman, this master-puppeteer, even when being preoccupied by dying, had still scored a victory in having Adora heal her.
“I will return in half an hour to pick that up."
"And Adora?”
“No Adora. Not today, not tomorrow.” Not ever. “I am not trusting anyone near you.”
“Except yourself. Do you expect me to feel flattered, your majesty? ”
The queen shook her radiant head. “I will knock before I enter so you can let me know if you are decent.”
“Decent.” Shadow Weaver scoffed.
“Yes. Mask on.” Angella clarified. She drew her hand in front of her own face in a vague motion before she turned and left. Her wings folded neatly behind her. Apparently unintimidated.
Shadow Weaver grew restless.
-See, I did mean short. :) -