
It is but a few days gone by since I have last seen Bryony.. or Astarté, for that matter. And I have begun to suspect this lightness upon my shoulders.. this liberation.. the absense of Leviathan can mean but one thing: My love is in grave danger.
Leviathan will demand an exorbitant price from her, if not her very life. And this I fear, is all my own doing. I was weak when I should have been strong. I allowed her to trespass into the natural affections of a woman for a man.. when I should have banished her.
I allowed her tears to seep through my fortified strongholds.. when I had been forewarned. And now.. she will suffer for my transgression.
Labels: Bryony, Bryony de Rose, Druid, Necromancer, Storyteller's Triquetra, The Triquetra, Triquetra, Vale, Vale of the Enclave, Warlock, Warrick, Warrick Erebus
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