He got to me. There is a spot inside of Warrick for me to fit. I need I can fulfill. This I sense strongly.. and although I wasn't to be scooped up in his arms and carried off to a bed of fragrant petals for my first instruction on physical love, I eagerly followed him back to the executioner's squalid little shack. He would teach me how to please him like no other woman could. I would be in his blood..beneath his flesh forever.

Warrick did not take me to bed as I expected.. the Necromancer instead tugged me downstairs into the darkness where Priam hid his dungeon from any disapproving eyes.

The walls were lined with every gruesome torture device known to man.. and by the welding marks I saw on an item or two.... a few homemade goodies had been added to the collection as the Executioner developed his own style of bringing the accused to confessions meant to purge their souls. But why would my husband-to-be take me to such a place?

The possible reasons shivered through my mind. Warrick meant to lock me up down there in the dark and to take from me.. the feathery whisper of a spirit I had traveled countless miles to garner. He meant to steal from me. To hurt me.. he doesn't trust me. Not as I am now. He does not understand. He wants in. But in for his own gain but not my own. I had to get away. I couldn't let him do this to me. He had to be stopped. I would stop him.

I ran upstairs as fast as I could, beating him to the stairwell door which I locked up tight. I did not want him to be afraid. I whispered down to him I was sorry but I could not allow his interference. There is too much at stake...too many lives.

I left Eunomia after Astarté helped me to borrow a horse.

Warrick...

I thought you loved me. How could you?

I thought..

[0 petals fell]