Othet
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Othet stands tied up in a room inwhich she does not recognize it's dark and damp was she the castle dungeon no her brother would have heard her screaming and come no this was the work of her sister and aunt they wanted to eliminate her in the line of succession as she is a only child only they would dare touch me but where am I she hears a sound in the dark distance and what sounds like a laugh you are all tied up and can't fly away little princess now only the crows will know where you are as they feast on your corpse the voice laughs again as it walks away should she follow the voice sure she should only to try to take a step and find her legs loosely bond with chains someone definitely doesn't want me to escape the chain is attached to the wall somewhere behind me she.
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Betrayal swirls in her eyes briefly before turning back into fury. Her hands roughly fist my hair tilting my head back, allowing the blade more access to my throat. "You bastard. You hurt him, didn't you?" "I assure you I did not force him to help me." I stare up at Wrens tormented expression, almost enjoying the position she has me in. Her eyes narrow as she leans closer to me, almost inches away, "liar." My response cuts short as a she takes the dagger from my throat and drives the blunt end into the back of my head. The feeling of falling eludes me, as the darkness once circling me now invades my mind. ............................ Waiting is not an easy task, especially when you are planning on murdering the Queen. It has been 14 years since Wren lost everything to Morana's reign. Her home, her father, her hope. Until one day a cloaked man enters her favorite tavern searching for her, he brings along that missing hope she has needed all these years. But in true Wren fashion, she instead attacks him in an alley and ties him up in her room. Because lets face it, how can she trust a word out of Morana's son's mouth.

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