They would pay for marring her beauty. They would pay for defying her. No matter what world they ran to, no matter what magicks they devised, she would follow, she would destroy.
She would not rest until the stars shone for only her.
Picking up her globe, she ran a hand over it. There were ways, many ways. She had only to choose another.
As she looked, as she watched, she smiled. And began to see, began to plot. Began to laugh.