Get her out of here; Bellamy's voice. Alexander's arms around her as he dragged her away, her hands slick with blood as she doubled over to fight his grip--
"I have every faith in the Inquisition's forces," she says, neutrally, her hand only half-hidden by her skirts when it fists to betray the awful taste of the lie that lingers in the words. There were no thick walls on that Orlesian road. Every time she gets in a fucking carriage, someone dies -
Hardie whines, and she knows he hears the edge in her voice. She makes herself easier.
"He was a gift," she says, in an attempt at something more upbeat. "From someone who felt I might do with one of those." Private guards.
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"I have every faith in the Inquisition's forces," she says, neutrally, her hand only half-hidden by her skirts when it fists to betray the awful taste of the lie that lingers in the words. There were no thick walls on that Orlesian road. Every time she gets in a fucking carriage, someone dies -
Hardie whines, and she knows he hears the edge in her voice. She makes herself easier.
"He was a gift," she says, in an attempt at something more upbeat. "From someone who felt I might do with one of those." Private guards.