Qeya River black swift

veksar allowed himself to be removed. maybe he owed her that much for essentially calling her a whore.

he maintained his stony exterior and met her with his own glower. i wanted to meet you.

he paused. there was more to it than that, wasn't there? he took a second to really look at her, take in more of her, and all he saw was anger. anger if it could be wound together with twine and cancerous cells to make a living being. he felt similarly about morwenna's husband. what did they see in saatsine?

veksar's tongue yet again ran over his lips. a nervous tick, in this case. morwenna told me you used to be a princess.