Evadne
I wish I could explain the finer details of it, but I wasn't there to witness any of it, to my chagrin.
Astrea did a number on me. I'd misjudged her and I paid dearly for it. Before I could recover from the shock of being stabbed, something had rammed so hard against my skull, it rattled me to the core.
When I awoke, I wasn't in the castle. I wasn't even in Ebonheart.
When I awoke, I was trussed up across the back of a galloping horse, head dangling upside down, wrists and ankles bound behind me.
When I awoke, I heard a strange rumor. I heard we won the war. It didn't make sense. Yet, I couldn't ask. Not with the gag shoved deep between my teeth.
"Shit!" a man swears and without warning, the horse is steers left, nearly tossing me off its behind. My eyes water at the constant shove into my stomach and I grunt softly, tasting blood in my mouth.
