these violent delights have violent ends
As if Delah would go down without a fight, Ludo's plan or not.
She'd been awake the second she felt a presence in her room, a knife held in her palm beneath her bedsheets. However rather than a regular intruder, she felt her very soul invaded and restrained; an attack her blade would do little against. So rather than lashing out, the warchief settled into bed, focusing her every ounce of strength on ridding her body of this intruder.
You'd deny me a fight in what are to be my last moments? She sneered, doubling down on her efforts to shove the intruder from her body.
She'd been awake the second she felt a presence in her room, a knife held in her palm beneath her bedsheets. However rather than a regular intruder, she felt her very soul invaded and restrained; an attack her blade would do little against. So rather than lashing out, the warchief settled into bed, focusing her every ounce of strength on ridding her body of this intruder.
You'd deny me a fight in what are to be my last moments? She sneered, doubling down on her efforts to shove the intruder from her body.
