❛❦ ❱❱ ˢᵃᶜʳᶦᶠᶦᶜᶦᵃᶫ ᵖʳᶦᶰᶜᵉ

                   ‘ if the threat is gone, we should go to the KEEP.                                   we can find rations there. ‘

stupid boy, has no one ever TAUGHT you not to love the  s a c r i f i c i a l   p r i n c e s s ,  she who walks with heaven in her EYES ?   her heart is not her’s to give, her blood a DEBT for her people to be shed. do not fall for she who smiles at you with STARLIGHT flooding her soul, do not give what she cannot take. her days are numbered, silly boy. don’t you hear FATE calling her name ?   listen to the wind screaming for her release, see the vines trail over her shoulders as she  d a n c e s  through the forest, calling her back to the TREES, to that earth which gives LIFE to all. as fleeting as a ghost, she KISSES you, offering promises that are not her’s to make. do not love the  s a c r i f i c i a l   p r i n c e s s , or your heart will be the LAMB led to slaughter, your TEARS to water her growing bud.

                            The battle’s in your hands now

                                                         House      of      Elessedil

I always knew she’d do the right thing.

Unresolved issues will always find their way to the surface.