Ravensblood Forest serenity

her words became a million daggers upon each tender spot in his heart — or perhaps it was the voice with which she spoke with.

as if she had suddenly sunk teeth into him. taken down by his trusted advisor in the way he would have least expected. how could he ever think of himself like that?

how did she think of him?

a million more questions were created in place of answers.

heda, he had not come here for this. he had not expected to bleed like the trees around them. did she bleed too? what a silly question. i — he ached in pointed ways. fresh wounds.

confessions have always come before prayer.

and although he spoke as a priest now, his voice quaked with the confused trembling of a man who had shut off so much of himself for so long. horribly blindsided. wondering if he had missed something somewhere.