Usurped from my throne.
No idea how it happened, politically anyways.
Physically, My own lover tried to kill me and left me buried, for dead, in the woods.
I would have gladly begged for death, just let myself die, of it wasn't for the burning hatred I had for him. I had given him anything he asked for, showered him in affection and jewels, hadnt taken a list of conquests, had ignored the suitors begging for me to have them next to me at my throne.
But he repaid me with a knife to my back and a shallow grave.
I think my bitter passion for his immediate death was what drew Maxus to me. If I hadn't felt this way, maybe I would be in that poorly dug hole a hell of a lot deader.
But here I am, three days later, a new man, a much more powerful one, my wounds healed, my belly fed, and my mind a bit clearer to properly plot Lanisters death.
"Cassien, did you hear me?" I looked up to see Maxus before me, on his knees at my eye level. His blood red eyes were dazzling, and his long blond hair was pulled back from them.
"My apologies, my mind has roamed elsewhere. What did you say?"
"We must leave before dawn, Garis and Fateen are waiting for us the next town over."
"Has Fateen...?"
"Yes, she found a proper spell to help you." He smiled. I nodded and we took off, mixing abilities to get there faster...
