• The man was laying out on the floor, unable to move as the queen stood over him. "I'm sorry, your Grace. I was sent here by a lord in my country." She ignores him completely. "Did you know how much water is in the body? How much is necessary to live. Without it, we are only dust." She smiles cruely, and he floats into the air, and his arms go out, putting him into the shape of a cross. You can see the skin along his arms and shoulders being pulled taut, as if that was what was holding him up. "Any last words?" Before he can say a word, his legs start to shrival, and a ball of water forms between the queen in the man. "How does it fe-" She is cut off as the man starts to scream. The ball grows larger and larger. He finally stops screaming as his throat is closed. The ball falls to the floor, spreading across the marble floor of the throne room, never touching him or the queen. "Say goodbye." She whispers as the last bit of water from his body comes out of his chest and head, coming out through the pores of his skin. The water joins the rest, and a bit of air flows into the room, forcing the waterless body to turn into dust. The queen turns to the rest of the room. "Let this be a lesson to all. While I am a loving queen, I am also a woman to be feared."