|
Sleep
Dec 16, 2012 9:26:03 GMT -5
Post by Lady Edfeil on Dec 16, 2012 9:26:03 GMT -5
She had nae been sleeping well. Nae since the guard had been carried in with the mark on his arm. Nae since she had seen Dorian's reaction. And then the missive had come to her. Her stomach clenched as she remembered if nae the exact words then the malice behind the few words: Dear Queen, tell the Hawk that he can still settle this quietly. If we see his body swinging from the walls in the next three days, there is no need for any of us to come on Windstorm lands.
What were they hoping for? Dorian to take the coward's way out and use the rope himself? Her to order it done? Did they nae understand Windstorm? Yet at the same time, it made her feel how time was running out.
|
|