Our Place to Hide

Where did she want to go?

Everywhere. She’d tease, but quickly sobered to form a serious answer, mulling on the nobles activities and locations. They are eating, or at least entertaining inside before chowing down on their fancy steaks. The dirt ramparts shouldn’t have anyone more than a guard or two?

Bastien tread a fine line. Cruelty didn’t create a loyal following, it only poisoned others and if one of Frost's minions had the votes and means Siora would have hoped they’d have slit the shits throat long ago. Yet appearances had to be maintained and until the Lordship joined the Maker everyone was holding their breath for the axe to fall. Anxious fear fluttered through her at the grisly takeover that would no doubt happen. Bastien had little love for anyone but himself, his siblings were just legitimate pawns he could use to further themself and his aims.

No-one was safe. No-one, other than the Lordship, had the authority to challenge him.

Siora hesitated at first, but it did no good to keep Leena in the dark. Not just sneak. If I get caught he wants to be sure I don’t squeal either, but really I think he just enjoys it. Sick pig.

The weight of Leena against her caused her to sigh however, head tilting to lean atop the younger. Every city has something good and exciting as well as the awful about it the answer was easy, anywhere was better than here. But I want to be able to come ‘home’ to something somewhere. She’d shrug given their options weren't limited to the Free Marches. They would get away, but to avoid anyone overhearing too much and later whispering in the bastard's ear, she’d remained vague.

As long as you’re there and safe, that’s all that matters to me.

@Leena Craynore