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She was lost in deep thought.  Her eyes stared into the flame as if they might speak to her on the future.  It simply crackled and spit, consuming as fire always did.  Her heart was heavy with the thought of leaving the people who trusted her.  She wanted no more than to be the Queen her people needed.  Fatima was, for the first time in her life, feeling very homesick.  But, they could and would carry on.  She had given them plenty of information to attempt to rebuild the lands.  They would put it to good use and make do with what little there was.

The young woman was brought rudely crashing from her quiet thoughts at Faeril's words.  Fatima whipped around and strode toward the older woman and her men. [b]"Please, I beg of you, don't kill them.  They are needed in my lands.  They are needed to keep the village safe for as long as possible against the cruelty of a new Queen.  The court knows nothing of my current whereabouts as far as I know.  Just that I was going on a journey.  I..."[/b]  Tears were brimming up at her eyes and she looked pleadingly at the three brothers. [b] "Is there no other way?  Could we not fake my death?"[/b]  She clutched her hands to her stomach.

She was feeling so sick.  To think she had brought her men into danger.  She should have gone on her own.  She would have been fine on her own.  She brought her eyes up to Faeril's face and saw the hard and stony look in her gaze.  The tiny Queen brushed back strands of hair from her face and she looked at the three men.  [b]"If you truly must...  Please, I beg of you, please do not let them suffer.  Make it fast and as painless as possible"[/b]  She choked back a sob as her legs gave out on her.  She understood the reasoning behind this.  Fatima knew what risks there were to let them live.  But her heart was breaking to think that people she had grown up with, people who had risked their very lives to keep her hidden, should be killed because of her.  Distraught, she buried her face in her hands and freely sobbed.