"Ginny, talk to me for two minutes."
"Screw you, Mahn. I told you to stay away!" Ginny stood facing a dark haired, olive skinned man on the shore of the lake. She looked pale, almost sick as she glared at him. The only color in her face was two splotches of pink on her cheeks. She was angry at the man, obviously named Mahn.
"I know, but I swear I didn't come to do any harm!"
Ginny growled, clenching her fists, "Even when you don't mean to, you bring harm to me."
Mahn looked pained, "Come on, love. Two minutes, all it takes."
"I don't know how they got you to do it, but I'm not letting them take my son! I told Conan that, I told Sam, and now I'm telling you. I Will NOT announce my son as the crowned prince! It's too dangerous." Ginny's red hair whipped around her face as a chilly wind blew. The autumn day was cold, enough that both of them wore warm hoodies and jeans. Mahn wore gray, however. Ginny wore black.
Mahn scowled, "You don't know what's dangerous for him, love!" Ginny's eyes flashed.
"He's a lot more powerful than you realize! He controlled me, for God's sake! Me, Ginny! Even you can't do that!"
Ginny was shaking, she was so angry.
"No, no, no, no, no!" She screamed the last one. "Get the f**k out of here before I f*(king kill you!"