Hold it

Whenever she heard steps, Ael thought that it would be the last time that she would heard them. She didn’t understand why they kept on feeding and giving her water if in the end she was to meet the axe. It was a waste of resources, in her humble opinion specially now that Orlesian refugees were fleeing to West Hills.

“I promised you that you’d regret trusting me, but you never listened” she said quietly, her voice trembling a little. From all the places for him to confess that he felt something, did he have to do it now? To make her take another regret to the grave? “I didn’t have a choice. I had to do it or suffer a worse fate than death and one day I realized that I preferred that than to finish the job” she said crossing her arms in front of her chest. “If it helps…in another life things would have been different”

There was a brief pause “Listen, I have something important to say” she said interrupting the conversation “The spell to maintain your mind in…you know” she said quietly “It’s finished, it’s under my bed in a loose board. Grab it and give it to a mage before someone else sees it” she said with urgency. He had to take it, her last gift to him.