Xena

"At least free my son from the spell, please," Oliver turned to Selene, who snapped her fingers at her command, and Norman's hands flew to his eyes.

He scratched his eyes for a few minutes before looking at me. "How could you, Xena?" he started, his voice trembling. "I loved Alexa so much — why did you make her betray me?"

"I don't want to spend another minute hearing how you love her. Pass me my judgment so I can be free from everything," I had anticipated death, and if death was what ...