Quinn Wilson is scarred and damaged, heartbroken and plagued with guilt because of the lose of the woman she loved, but long before that being the daughter of Slade Wilson and Adeline Kane will do things to a person.
Fate has bigger plans than she...
In amongst the almost decayed and dying castle room, no light escaped inside save one slit from the narrow window, there surrounded by guards were the King and Queen of Camelot.
The room they stood in a symbol of their expiring throne.
Quinn stood closely by Alex quietly and carefully grasping her hand in hers, smiling at the familiar feel.
"Sara!" Guinevere said stunned to see her and standing next to Quinn and Morgan. " What is the meaning of this? "
Arthur turned red with rage, his face half hidden in the dark. "You have betrayed you, king!"
Quinn smirked. "There are so many things wrong with that but I'll start with you are not my king nor do I have one. "
His gaze moved to the sword she held. "You have stolen what is mine!"
" Or did I liberate it? tell me, Arthur, what are you to Savage? "
"He is a friend to Camelot."
Sara's eyebrow raised as she turned to look at Quinn, they exchanged a silent message. See I told you to trust me.
"Savage is no one's friend," Sara confirmed.
Quinn's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Tell me something that puzzles me, if Camelot and the roundtable are free and diverse, equal to you their King how come no women sit around it? How come the only woman who holds power in your court is the woman you married?"
" Good question. " Morgan smiled.
"Quinn." Alex sighed. " Do we really need to question their gender politics now? we know they are sexist calling them on it will make no difference. "
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"With that defeatist attitude no wonder we live in a man's world," Quinn told her sternly before turning back to the man his head slightly bowed as he tried to breath trying to hold onto his side though the chains around his hands prevented him.
Alex approached him ignoring the glare of the guards around them concern in her eyes as she saw the paleness of his face, sweat coating the hollow contours of his face.
"Where are you hurt?"
He took his hand away from his body, the chain mail clinked weakly as though it was echoing his bodies lack of strength and fatigue, thick dark red blood coated his fingers, the shiny glow a vast contrast to the dark gloomy room, yet still as ominous.
Alex turned to look at them again her eyes filled with worry. "This man needs medical attention."
" He is our target if he dies, he dies. " Morgan shrugged.
Alex turned to Quinn. "This isn't you Quinn, not the Quinn I know, not the sweet kind woman who still has nightmares she killed her brother, not the dear wonderful woman who has spent years fighting for good even though it meant hurting yourself, this man needs help Quinn and I know you won't let Savage's poison infect you enough that you would let an innocent man die."
