@belleillyrian aggravate the men even more.
‘Witch’, they had called her as soon as they had set their eyes on her, and Nesta had smiled, happy that rumours spread so fast.
She grimaces at the loud sound, ears twitching. “It’s true what Cassian said,” she nods towards the gathered sneering >
@NlGHTHEIR < all-knowing eyes.
“I’m ready to go.” She announces once she stands beside him, gazing out at the city instead of him. As if this is the last time she sees it——can never be too sure.
@NlGHTHEIR < breathing technique helps with her nerves… there is something about the High Lord that no technique will ever help her with.
But he had chosen her, for some strange reason. Part of her believes that he may try to k*ll her and play it off as an accident, away from >
Nesta mirrors his stance, head held high and her hair swept up like a crown. A queen in a chess game. She forfeits the smile for an arched brow, a low hum filling the silence before she shrugs.
“For someone trying to prove they are not a monster, you’re remarkably ungrateful.”
Brows furrow; confusion. Eris clasps his hands behind his back, his smile turning to one of amusement.
"I didn't recall this conversation turning into some sort of deal, Nesta Archeron. Why 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 I offer you anything at all?"