Heir of the Forgotten

~Wrapped up~

Selene did not sleep during the carriage ride. There was too much on her mind.

She's part of a court? Her blood could heal? She thought she couldn't do anything, but she could heal? If she'd known, could she have saved the people who died because of her?

The sun rose as the carriage continued on.

Selene shut her eyes again, but sleep refused to come.

The two males with her were out. They passed out an hour, nearly two, after they connected a few dots.

Selene watched Venice come into view now that hours had passed. She's surprised she was only hours away. Suppose that puts her close to the Deadlands. She's glad the place burned. She's glad everything is over.

The worries she has about the capital should wait. All of this should wait. She wants to check on her friend here and talk everything over with her. Then, she wants to give everybody who died because Alexander was obsessed with her, a proper death. She wants to take her time leaving the only place she's known. This island has been her entire life. She knows that's true.

Even in her foggy memories, she knows this island has been her home from birth. It's just a feeling, but she's sure of it.

From the second she realized she was involved in this mess, she knew she'd end up in the capital. She knew she would have to stand and speak about the events. Now, she has his blood on her hands. There's no way to avoid this.

She can string up lies, but they will simply come undone.

As the carriage comes to a stop, she stretches, tapping the males. They both take a second to wake. It's obvious she got no sleep.

"Are you alright to walk?" Dorian hums, smiling lightly.

Selene nods as she takes a step forward and exits the carriage after Dorian. The sun on her skin is an amazing feeling. It's been two weeks since she felt the warmth directly. She smiles lightly, but only for a moment before it fades again.

She's free.

Alex is dead, and with him is the assassins' guild that had taken her in.

Dorian smiles lightly, seeing Selene finally relax. He was worried she'd never feel comfortable again. "To find you, we had to uproot the whole illegal operation." They did a bit more than necessary. They figured she'd care about the destruction of the ring.

"The fae?" Selene asks, tilting her to the side.

Vincent comes to stand beside her. "Placed in proper homes. The children found their own places; adults found families if they needed them. The fae who wanted to start their own lives got starting funds."

Selene follows the two males into the inn and takes in the simplicity. She follows Vincent towards where they would stay. Vincent hands her a room key, and she stares at it. Right, she gets her own room now.

Vincent follows Dorian to their room to set things up.

Selene enters the room and swallows. She feels uneasy, so she opens every closet and glances around every corner of the room. She opens the window. No one is watching, the windows are unbarred, there's no danger.

She loathes having to do this. She hates how her mind refuses to leave her be. He's dead and gone. She stabbed him in the throat, felt his dead weight. She watched Dorian confirm he was dead.

He was dead, and yet she could feel his breath on her ear. She could feel him everywhere.

She let a sigh part her lips as she unpacked her things. She tossed on comfortable clothes and dropped onto the bed.