When the truth offends the throne, it is not the lid that dies—it is the one who dares speak it.
~High Seer Callix of Ordran, executed for treason, 3rd Age
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"Then we must dispatch an army in search of the Dragon too," Someone suggested concerning Lord Thorne's.
The court murmured words of agreement, leaning against one another. There was a shift in the atmosphere, a kind of powerful aura when they decided, which didn't fail to remind Ravenna the claws of where she was confined.
She had long accepted her fate but not prepared enough to stand up against it. Long ago, she would've given up not until she found a reason to exist.
Her heart clenched as she wondered how worried he would be. Was he waiting, watching through the window? Pacing around the house awaiting her return? Or perhaps… perhaps… Ravenna's breath seized as her heart thrummed against her chest.
He wouldn't…