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WINTER WOLVES NEVER DIE
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tab Willowmina placed her hands on her lovely hips, ringed fingers tapping against the cobalt blue dress she wore. The color complimented her blonde waves, and the dress was uncovered this evening. She'd ditched her cloak for awhile. The information Oliver was delivering is what caused her fingers to tap; she couldn't place the wiry man's face anywhere. It didn't surprise her that he, or someone else, wanted her dead. She was a threat, and her presence made more than a few people uneasy. Could be an unknown rival, an old wartime enemy, or maybe even the king himself. After all, he was the original one who wanted her dead.
Willowmina pulled her mask off, dropping it on the chest of drawers. A hand raked through her thick locks, and her caramel eyes stared at Oliver in contemplation. She was looking at him, but she wasn't really seeing him. There was no fear in her expression, however. Actually, a bit of amusement played across her features.
"I'm surprised you're telling me this," she finally said. "I would have thought you, of all people, would jump at the opportunity to get rid of me. You never needed the lure of coin to attack me before, so with such a lure, and a handsome one, I assume, you should have every reason to strike me down," said the blonde. "But you'd rather warn me. How very peculiar. It makes me trust you less."
Willowmina leaned her elbows back on the drawers, eyes dancing over the familiar space. She could envision the people coming to visit her mother while she ducked around their legs and carried in stray cats.
"I wouldn't be surprised if the king himself is after my head," Willowmina admitted, eyes shifting back to Oliver. "After all...he's the one who murdered William and tried to murder me..." she said quietly, the memories still stinging. "I was half dead already from the battle, and you know it was frigid out there. He'd stripped me of my armor and drove his dagger into my middle. I was...I was a dead woman. I still don't know who saved my life and buried William. I wish I did...so I could thank them. But anyway," she transitioned, "I bet the king's spooked. It's no secret I'm alive. He probably feels threatened. I'm after him, oh, I am. I will slit his throat if it's the last thing I do. I wouldn't rule him out of being your employer's employer."