Arrows to the Heart
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Now here Cassandra was, in her room to get dressed to do things she probably wasn’t supposed to be doing as the head of the Whitestone Council and things she didn’t really want to do anyway, for a woman who crossed her fingers behind her back while charming the gowns off nobility. She was starting to understand why her brother seemed willing to do anything the half-elf asked him. It was probably those eyebrows.
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- Part 1 of Arrows to the Heart
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She kept having nightmares, more than usual. Nightmares of her brother, standing over her as she gasped and choked and snow swirled around them. Of the Briarwoods, appearing over her bed at night, hard faces gentled by practice and sharpened by the moonlight. Of her mother, hazy and smiling, hazy and open-mouthed and too far to run to, the floor too slick. Of locked doors, of bars, of closed gates and the cold, the cold, the cold. If she could, she’d move somewhere warm, somewhere far away from Whitestone. If she weren’t Cassandra.
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- Part 2 of Arrows to the Heart