Rhaena breathe the fresh air as she stands on the platform of the balcony of Wardfell Castle. She rolls the sleeve on her left arm, and frown as soon as she sees that the wounds only got bluer and the roots around it only increased and spread like a root of a tree. She sighed. Sister Lysa hasn’t gained her strength yet, it wasn’t enough to summon her Fairy father. Rhaena grabbed the small dagger that was wrapped around the black sheath around her waist. She placed the pointed end against her chest, her eyes closed as she gathers the courage in herself to end her life before its too late.
Before she would doom them all.
Just when she was ready to thrust the dagger into her heart she heard heavy breathing noise on her right side. She can feel its warm. When she opens her eyes, Darren was
