Thunder roared in the background as Raven's fae clones reached Ophelia's chambers. Seated on the bed beside the slaves, she stared at the silver eyes of the shadow and nodded at it for it to come closer.
"Only a single one of these girls died last night," turning to the blanket-wrapped body of the human woman, Ophelia closed her eyes. "Say…Which god do you pray to?"
"Athenia," answered the clone before Raven could partially take over. "You're gonna pray and still do nothing to improve your conditions?"
Ophelia nodded and began to pray. Moving closer to her, Raven lifted her face by the chin and looked deep into her teary eyes.
"She's not a giving goddess, not to those who do nothing but hope for a miracle at least," pulling her up to her feet, he whispered once more, his touch slowly plucking the hold her husband had on her mind. "Come with me and convince him to lay down his arms, and I'll spare him and give him a chance to repent."
