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Many people would have expected Moira to be shaking with fear, after all, she was only a young fae of 96 who had not so long ago watched her parents brutally murdered in front of her and had just spoken with the Unseelie King and Queen. Not Moira, though, she sat shaking with anger; full of rage with only one thing on her mind. Revenge. Moira was sat in a mostly empty room in Roheim castle. Before the death of her parents, Moira would have been in awe of the palace so different from her home in the shambles but her mind was too occupied with other thoughts.

The only other person in the room was a knight. Not even a knight but some kind of knight in training. Moira found it ridiculous that they had someone guarding her. Had she not come to the castle of her own volition. Why would she try and run away? Moira huffed loudly with impatience as she waited. The King and Queen were talking about her now after Moira had asked them for help in getting avenging her parent's death. They had seemed amused at first but had grown more serious as Moira continued to spoke passionately. 

Usually a patient person Moira was finding it incredibly hard to wait on something that meant so much to her. She had never felt so strongly before about anything in her life. Moira turned to her knight, keen eyes watching and observing. “You can’t be a very good knight if they’ve ordered you to a guard a child,” Moira commented not so much out of childlike ignorance or to annoy the knight to be but out of mere curiosity as to what his reaction would be, and she had nothing better to do.