"It's the Princess."

James. Mortimer. Princess Wanda. This world really is hell. All she needs to make her life complete is for the Lord Magneto to walk in with Anna Marie on one arm.

"She's not a mutant. She's...fuck." She straightens, shifting back into uniform. "My lady, the babies need," to have their little necks snapped, from the looks of them, but hey, this is Princess Wanda, if she has one weakness, it's her children. She holds out her arms. "May I see William?"