After the destruction of the wedding Chloe had a hard time sitting still. Far more than she usually does. When volunteers were asked for she instantly offered herself up to scope out the forest areas around the castle with a small group. So far there were no traces of anyone. Her dark leathers kept her better hidden in the shadows as she went from tree to tree surveying the ground and branches around. Sighing heavily the girl went ahead and left the trees to walk the forest floor. It was cool so far but she still felt restless. Her mind was stuck back at the wedding and everything that had transpired. Part of her wanted to seek out her aunt and uncle despite the dangers that posed. Tightening her hands in fists the leather of her gloves groaned against the strain.
Jessierys. The witch. If it weren’t for her fool heart none of this would as it was. Families separated. Lives destroyed. And for what? What sort of revenge could be so worth all this pain and sadness? Chloes eyes flared red as her emotions came to their peak. It felt like the very air around her vibrated with heartache as silent tears steamed down her pale cheeks. Like many, she vowed to have Jessierys head for her own. It would be no honor, nor glory, that drove her. Purely destructive passion. Her own revenge. The Lord Baelins face, and the roars of the originals still plagued her mind. The fear that she should have felt was but an empty pit in her chest ready to devour her soul. That seed of darkness already taken root... and spreading.
The sound of a rock shifting had her retreating back to the branches with weapon in hand, pressing her back into the trunk to ensure no one could come behind.
‘Breathe. Still yourself. Become shadow itself’
Her eyes dimmed to dying embers as she scanned the forest, feeling for what was out there. Waiting.... waiting.... waiting.... releasing her breath she put her weapon away and slumped against the trunk in relief. The other patrols party members.
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