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__________✨       SHE       NOTES       THE       OTHER'S       DEFENSIVE       STANCE,        THE       HAND       ON       THE       WEAPON       AT       HER       SIDE.       a   cant   of   her   head   follows    &&    the   point   of   her   fae   ear   is   just   barely   visible   through   the   fabric   of   her   hood.        ❛    because   i   found   you   before   you   made   me.       if   i   wanted   you   dead   or   unconcious,       you   would   be.    ❜     not   a   slight,       but   a   truth.       a   soft   sigh   escapes   her    &&    she   resolves   herself   to   this   course   of   action.     no    one    deserved    what    maeve    would    do    to    eliminate    threats.     ❛    i   left   wendlyn   long   ago   to   escape   her.        if   there   is   anything   you   need   to   know,       it   is   that   i   have   no   love   lost   for   maeve.    ❜     there   is   still   a   void   in   her   chest   where   the   well   of   her   power   should   be,       transformed   to   ash   by   whatever   holds   the   magic   of   erilea   captive.     somedays    it    is    nearly    maddening    to    have    that    part    of    herself    missing.     ❛    she's   sent   her   best   trackers   after   you.       whitethorn    &&    salvaterre.       when   i   knew   them,       they   never   gave   up   a   chase.    ❜

it has been easy at first , to stay hidden via the guise of her hood and human form.      with magic hushed as were the embers within her core as she moved amongst the city's hollowed streets.      while aedion has been saved from the grips of death only the night prior , it was the sight of dorian that still haunted her every waking moment.      the collar on his neck , the void in his eyes.      the man who had chosen her , who had saved her was gone.      chaol could place blame on her all he wished , but never did it amount to the volume she placed on herself.      it were those thoughts that rattled her mind as she walked , the world around her going quiet in response.      at least until a voice pointed her direction pulled the princess turned assassin back from the void.      a face she did not know under the other's hood but the words she spoke deemed her not of a regular rifthold citizen when maeve was mentioned.      but it was not mention of her aunt that halted the words from her tongue , rather mention of fae warriors within the city.      fae warriors looking for her.      ❛   and i should trust the words of a stranger ?   ❜      she noted her hands at her sides , the lack of weaponry in her grasp.      but it did not stop her own hands from resting on the hilt of her beloved dagger at her side.      ❛   how do i know you are not one of those she sent ?   ❜