She often contemplated her purpose. What if he didn’t come for her? What if it was just her, there, and that is all she would be? What would she do then? What good could she do there, hiding at the edge of the world? How long was too long to wait for him? He’d told her not to seek him out, but would she have any choice? It was a curse, after all…
The King’s voice was loud in her ears, silenced her thoughts. Long, slender legs wove her in and out of the trees, blind eyes unblinking. She moved at a brisk walk until she drew near. She slowed, taking tender steps as she heard the words of Alysanne. Although she thought she felt the presence of others, it was eerily quiet, and she kept quite a bit of distance between them and herself.
In that moment, she still felt the weight of loneliness and the lingering kiss of her unwanted companion, sorrow.
but death is not ready for her yet