Tahra was only mildly surprised to see Avad had come to see her. She laughed when he asked about her wounds. [color=ccfc00]“There is no need, Avad. Ha na- hen cuil. It is my mother’s blood, shed for me, that soaks my armor.”[/color]

Tahra offered no defense, as far as she was concerned she had killed her mother. Her mother had told her to leave but even if she’d had the time she would not have left, she had always known she could not leave her people under her father’s rule. The longer his reign the harsher he got, the more uneasy his subjects became – they knew their King was afraid of losing his power and would stop at nothing to keep it. He had murdered thousands of his own people to keep them in check. Their one hope had been the Princess, but now, she was as good as dead.

[color=ccfc00]“You should not be seen with me, it will not paint you in a favorable light in my father’s eyes.”[/color]