"Enough, if you continue to question my loyalty i will not hesitate to disband the council no matter what my father did to make you stronger. To question the High Mage's loyalty is to question the loyalty of Camalot. Now if you excuse me i will take my leave before i think of a way to harm any of you." Ismea spun on her heel, her skirt fluttering as she stormed from the council room.
Mordred pulled Ginger away from the door.










