Today's OneWord: Sisters

Seven sisters held hands before the angry king, whose face turned purple at the sight. He instructed his guards to execute them - all of them - but their halberds crumbled into dust before they could even aim their points at the women's chests. The sisters sang, their hair bristling in a sudden wind, and their words were incoherent to the monarch. But that was because he did not understand the Ancient Tongue, as true heirs to the throne were supposed to.