oh but how she once wished she was. she had longed for it. hoped, prayed to the old gods that one day she would be like them, that she would awaken and find herself embraced by those who feared and hated her. to feel a connection, to be wanted and loved by her peers. it would have meant the world. but now? despite the fears she still harboured, about who she might come to be, about what the sword might do to her, what it already did, she still felt more at peace with herself and who she was in that moment. she was a queen, she was a warrior, and she was fey. “ you think to know me so well now? “ there’s a small wry smile on her lips as she turns to face the once monk. how things had changed between them. once enemies, now.... something a kin to friends, maybe acquaintances now. maybe he saw something in her that mirrored something within himself, and a part of her felt intrigued at that very thought. “ i once wanted to be like them. to be.... normal, in their eyes. but you know that feeling, don’t you? “ he had been brought up to hate the very people he shared blood with, and yet he never fit in with those who had sheltered him from the cold. he was alone, much like she. “ you were never like them. not really. but you could be like them, the fey. they’re your blood. “
