Arya
Fang.
She must have realized that I left the King's keep by now.
Surprisingly, I don't hear her voice in my head. Is she so busy with the King that she shut me off?
My pace drags as I reach the maize farm.
After collecting a few cobs, I return to the famished group.
Just maize wouldn't do for them. Not even me. We'll need meat.
A quick hunt is still possible before dusk falls over us.
The first woman with gold hair that somehow became black with dirt and dust rushes forward to relieve me of my burden.
"Thank you." I mutter sheepishly.
"I"m Danesa, my lady." She sketches a small courtesy.
I avert my gaze, colouring instantly.
It must be because of my attire, I realize. I could never be a lady - even if I were to be nobleborn. Sitting still, being pretty and chattinf senselessly was never my thing.
However, the Demon court was different. I had been privileged to attend once, as Fang's Attending.
"Where are you from?" She asks, pulling me out of my reverie.
