𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓'𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖞 || kaz brekker

𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐯. re-encounters.

❝the axes forget what the trees remember.❞

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it'd taken her less than she'd expected to convince the Lanstov prince of letting her leave, and though he was hurt by her decision, he understood her motive.

it went beyond the barrel and the family she left behind, and beyond the crown she'd gained and any political strength she may gain. it was a need for revenge, and who was he to keep her from what she'd sought after for years.

with much hesitation, he'd led her out of the tunnels, and with an apology, he simply stuck a piece of paper, a letter, into her hand and made his way back into the sanctuary.

her eyes were still raking through the paper, lips parted and brows furrowed, and as she moves to question when he'd received it, his figure had already disappeared amongst the darkly lit halls, the torch lit in his hand slowly disappearing with him.

it was from Kaz, her heart ached from the signature alone, but the content of it had fueled her need to go back. she swallows and scoffs, her tongue silently running over her lower lip as she scrunches the piece of parchment and stuffs it into her pocket.

she had discarded the wedding dress for much simpler attire, and with much sorrow for the ruined festivity, she found herself on Vennys' back, her mind drifting far away, but her path set forward she knew the chances of her getting noticed on a white scaled beast were lesser than Vhagar and Drogon's bolder colors.

finding her way back to the crow club was harder than she'd first exoected it to be, the streets were crowded, the people were panicked and her brows furrow under her hood as she finds herself the only one walking her way while everyone else avoided it like the plague.

she knew tonight was supposed to be Huldafest, that the streets of Ketterdam were meant to be filled with drunken, joyous, faceless people, much like herself. but the joy seemed to have been drained right out them and thrown into the harbor she'd flewn above mer minutes ago.

her body merged with the shadows, and her eyes glinted a light purple behind her mask, her long curls of silved barely peeking under the dark sleeve of her hood.

she could see the lights turned on in Kaz's club, but there was no liveliness about its inside, much like the crow had warned her. her body presses against an alleyway quickly as a dark skinned man makes his way inside with labored breaths.

in the few minutes that pass, she'd found a way in through one of the windows on the second floor, the office she'd spent nights planning in with the bastards of the barrel, and at the sound of talk, she silently makes her way down the stairs, quiet and invisible to the prying eyes.

her body crouches lightly, and she keeps to the corner, hidden just behind view as she takes in the scene. her heart flutter as she catches sight of the man in black, his profile bloody, his hand pressed to his stomach and his body lightly leaning forward to her with Nina only a few feet behind him.

her hands were raised at her side, her head lightly tilting back as the door opened and through slithers in a dark hooded figure. Jesper.

a soft hum echoes through the air, and she watches with keen eyes as Pekka keeps silently plucking his bullets into his gun. "you got my attention." his accent is thick as his hand absentmindedly tilts back to welcome another bullet from one of his men. "but you're not worth the time it'll take to put a bullet in your head."

"fifth Harbor is shut down." Kaz counters, his voice lightly strained. "your businesses are tainted." his words are silenced by the gun cocking his way. "my businesses will be fine." the merchant hums again, looking almost amused. "but you?" he tuts.