mercer frey

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Requested: no
Reader: female
Relationship: romantic (?)
Date completed: 2/22/21
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She wasn't the bad guy here. So why? Why was she on the ground, unable to move, with Mercer standing above her? With his normally cool face now twisted in a vile smirk- his sword merely inches away from her. Hovering over her. Ready to kill her.

She never really understood Mercer. He always seemed distant- like he was always trying to hide something. She thought she'd been able to bring down his walls. Maybe she did. Though she won't know now.

She had feelings for the guild master. She enjoyed watching him go over the guild ledger, muttering to himself about one thing or the other. To her, he was a rock. Someone she could depend on if everyone left her. But that image of Mercer was shattered now as she lay helpless in front of him.

And as he was about to drive his sword through her heart, she saw a glimpse of sorrow. Regret. And that made her accept when death welcomed her with open arms.

All she wanted was to know he didn't mean to.

And he didn't.

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