Lavendusk sat upon the throne of vines like she'd been born on it. Her legs crossed slowly, deliberately, causing a cascade of violet petals to flutter around her like she had a subscription to dramatic entrances. Her gaze never left Henry, and her smirk deepened like a dangerous valley you fall into willingly.
"So, Henry," she purred, voice thick with temptation, "will you come willingly… or do I have to purr-sue you?"
Henry's brain glitched. "Did… did she just make a cat pun?"
Moistessa nodded gravely. "The deadliest kind of seduction."
Seraphina drew her sword. It shimmered in the candlelight like a disco ball made of divine wrath. "You'll get him over my dead, slippery body."
Lavendusk tilted her head. "Oh, I plan to keep you alive, darling. Just… very, very busy."
With a snap of her fingers, the floor trembled beneath them. More vines slithered up from below—soft, glowing, and pulsating with gentle light. One wrapped around Henry's ankle. He yelped.
