The Prophecy
He knelt before her as though surrender were a sacred thing, though both of them knew the sword between them had tasted too much hatred for peace. She should have ordered his death. Instead, she lifted his chin with the tip of her blade and found no fear in his eyes, only the dark, patient certainty that had followed her through every ruined hall and bloodless moon. When he rose behind her, his hand settling possessively at her waist, she felt the old magic stir beneath her skin. Perhaps the prophecy had never promised that one of them would destroy the other. Perhaps it had only warned what might happen when they finally stopped trying. Bespoke- Ani Head- Female @ Baile Noir Event- https://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/King%20Skill/201/190/1010 After Here Bespoke Mainstore: https://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/BeSpoke/123/132/22 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ /TRUTH/ Collective Siren / Size 1 / Chest M Truth Mainstore: https://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Truth/110/...
