( — is all she'll say, on the matter. the ugly truth of it is that she has own suspicions of what alia's done, as glaringly as sunspots in her eyes. caroline would only be another sacrifice to put on the pyre to keep her name cleared, safe.
alina swallows the acid in her throat, threatening to empty what little is in her stomach. )
I'm not even sure I believed she did it. It doesn't matter, now. Alicent would choose to believe everyone who whispers in her ear but me.
No one has allowed me peace or rest before. Why should it be different now?
( perhaps it was always meant to be this way, she thinks, macabre. what saint has ever managed to escape their grim fate? not alina, now. she'd been a fool to think it were easy as sweeping away the silk of a spiderwebs, to forget the sticky trap of destiny. )
Thank you. For trying. It's more than most would do.
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( — is all she'll say, on the matter. the ugly truth of it is that she has own suspicions of what alia's done, as glaringly as sunspots in her eyes. caroline would only be another sacrifice to put on the pyre to keep her name cleared, safe.
alina swallows the acid in her throat, threatening to empty what little is in her stomach. )
I'm not even sure I believed she did it.
It doesn't matter, now. Alicent would choose to believe everyone who whispers in her ear but me.
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I wish I could end this for you, Alina. If I manage to avoid the dungeons, I will still endeavor to find who hurt you specifically.
In the meantime, I am just sorry to see you dragged through all of this when you deserve to be at peace and resting right now.
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Why should it be different now?
( perhaps it was always meant to be this way, she thinks, macabre. what saint has ever managed to escape their grim fate? not alina, now. she'd been a fool to think it were easy as sweeping away the silk of a spiderwebs, to forget the sticky trap of destiny. )
Thank you. For trying.
It's more than most would do.