Thrones of bones and citadels

Whispers on the street made her realise that there were still people busy with the sudden death of the former lord. By now she already had to be used to these whispers. After all she knew the whole story from what has happened. And those poor souls could only guess what had happened. Her brother had his father's blood on his hands and so did she. He was the brawn and she the brains. Yet that was something that would never be spilled. They would take this into their graves. When that may be. In the meantime they both knew they had to choose their allies carefully and their enemies even more careful. One big mistake from one of them and their whole mask could come off. Not that she was planning on making any mistakes. But as the saying goes: small mistakes can have large consequences. And small mistakes are so easily made these days.

That was one of the reasons why she loved being outside the city walls. Not much people dared to do so not many questions could be fired towards her. People were scared of these monsters outside town anyways. Not that there were no monsters inside the city. She had heard the stories of the undead with bloody fangs and the coldest skin she ever felt. If they were true she did not knew. But it at least made her realise that she would ever feel a colder skin than her brother’s. Was he undead too? Immediately Milla shove the thought of him being undead away. Couldn’t be. mustn't be. She would have noticed? Would she?

Another turn around the corner and the gates already showed up. Subtle rays of the sun enlightened them in the most subtle way. Soon it would start to snow again, but until then she would be outside. Who knows what she would do.

+Pandora