Prompt: https://siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads-tying-tales-together-week-439/
The waxing moon poked out from behind the clouds and then disappeared, the small window in the clouds being pushed rapidly by gale-force winds. I wasn’t able to see much, but it was enough.
Maron’s forces had mostly crossed the river and were making their way up the hill to my cottage. He wasn’t taking any chances this time, and thought he’d probably brought enough soldiers with him this time to take me out.
Probably.
Of course, what he didn’t know was that he’d already won.
Hours later, he stood over what was left of me and pissed on the half of my skull that was still recognizable. Maron’s men – and more than a few women – had more than every reason to be angry with me, and they took out all of their feelings, at least as much as they could on someone who won’t put up a fight.
This had really just made them all that much angrier, and now they were fighting each other, because that’s what people like this did when their blood was up and the enemy a disappointment.
Well, some of them were fucking each other, but given how they were doing it, fighting probably would have been nicer.
“What did she say to you, sister? When mother came to you that night, what did she say? Why did you do all of what you did?”
She’d only told me the truth, but he never would have understood that. And now he never would.
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