The Power Of Cithrí - A Chaol Westfall Fanfiction

Part 18

Saskia was dressed in a white dress and black back-skirt strapped on as she left her bedroom, y/n already down the training grounds with the others. She glared at me down her small nose. "Let's walk."
We walked into the gardens, the brisk morning meant it was completely empty, all the normal girls who where there too afriad of catching a cold incase their noses turn red.
"How is y/n?" I asked her, holding my hand on my sword for comfort.
Saskia had her hands clasped together in front of her. Her head twisting as she admired the flowers. "She will return home."
"What?!" I gasped. Home? As in to Cithrí? Was what I had done that bad?!
Saskia shrugged. "She hasn't spoken about it yet, but you broke her heart. She will leave."
I was stumbling for words, completely lost. Saskia was saying that she wants y/n to go home?! But they were best friends, surely she would want her to stay, even if she hated me for the rest of time.
Saskia continued to talk. "I wanted to say thank you for looking into Natalia's death."
I frowned, sitting on a bench next to her. No one but myself, my father and minister Mullison knew the woman's name. "You knew her?"
Saskia nodded, she had a black veil on her head, it flowed down her curly hair that she had taken no care to brush back as she normally did. Around her neck was a chain of silver, off it hung a small pendulum, no bigger than a coin. She held it in her fingers. "Yes I knew her, well." She finally looked at me, running over my uniform, inspecting to see if a single strand was out of order. The only difference was that I didn't have to try and brush the long strands of y/n's hair off.
Her eyes grew wide and her jaw fell open. "Westfall!"

The smell burnt my nose as a cloth was clamped against my mouth, hands dragging my body as I faded out of reality.