Here’s a short piece written from , capturing her cunning, confident, and playful yet dangerous persona. They think they know me. The whispers in the taverns, the wanted posters with my smile sketched just wrong, the stories mothers tell to keep their children from wandering too close to the Whispering Woods.
And when you least expect it—
My secret? I’m already three steps ahead. While you’re checking the lock on the east tower, I’m climbing the west wall with a hairpin and a grin. While your guard dogs are sniffing the decoy scarf I left by the river, I’m sipping your best wine in your own pantry, using your own monogrammed goblet. sapphirefox from her perspective