Prompt: https://siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads-tying-tales-together-week-469/
Spitting dirt, I wiped my face and grimaced. This wasn’t the first time I’d woken up with a faceful of mud, but this time was different. I didn’t belong on the ground, I belonged under it.
Then I heard that laugh.
“You thought you could escape from me that easily?”
I spat a chunk of grass and worms in her direction. It matched her soul. “Easily? Do you have any idea how much work it took for me to get that fool to kill me?”
“That was your fault. You’re the one that convinced him that your very existence was the key to his remaining on the throne.”
I climbed the rest of the way out of my grave and looked at what should have been the hole in my chest. She’d learned a new trick. “That was before ‘Til death do you part.’”
“Quit whining. We’re parted, okay? Your oath has been fulfilled, you are a free man before queens and gods.” She reached out a hand to help me up.
“Why am I back then?” And why did the touch of her hand on mine get me so excited? Hadn’t I learned that lesson the hard way?
“Because He’s back. And that oath binds you from beyond the veil.”