>>5677455“I want to go home,” she croaks, throat dry.
You proffer her water, which she accepts. She even thanks you, though softly, and you can tell it’s more out of habit than gratitude. She is well aware that you are at the heart of this predicament, even if her feelings for you still prevent her from fully condemning her for that. You suppose that makes sense, even if you see things somewhat differently.
You take a deep breath, casting your mind and soul beyond your body and into the spaces between the material and magical layers of reality. There, in the distance, you sense it: Bloodrise. Your Dark Kingdom—where you can be king, and Ekaterine can be… Well, that’s to be decided, but certainly safe, and comfortable. The reports you intercepted in Hawksong have reassured you of that much: the war is going well. Your stronghold is secure.
“We’re going home,” you reassure her. “We’re almossst there.”
>THE END, FOR NOW 