Wouldn't it be nice if the vampires actually did breach the walls? Selis stared up at the fading moonlight as she leaned against the cold stone of the watchtower, her muscles aching and her sword still caked with dried blood.
The thought was ridiculous—treasonous, even—but it danced in her mind like a guilty pleasure. If the bloodsuckers managed to get through, maybe they'd finally reach Emerald.
Maybe then, this godsforsaken war that's lasted for centuries would finally end.
One quick invasion. One sneaky extraction. Boom. Done. Happily ever after, maybe?
She snorted.
"Right. Like Salister's the type to sit down for peace talks over tea and scones after getting what he wants," she muttered under her breath.
The image came unbidden: the cold, lethal vampire lord Salister standing at a dais, Emerald by his side, declaring, "We have her now. War over. Go home, humans."
Yeah, no. More likely: "Thanks for the bloodbath. Now bow down or be turned."
