Ame Damnee The Royal Bedchambers

Dot refused to listen to Minerva's words with a shake of her head. Trying to keep the elf from battle was like asking her to stop breathing, also this wasn't the place to be teaching anyone anything. "Come Priscilla, but stay behind from the battle. I don't want you to get hurt. We're going to have a talk once this is over." With that she left the throne room, with a shake of her head. "I think I'll dictate what's wrong with my own fucking body, Minnie." she muttered.
 
Priscilla Shaw
Priscilla wordlessly followed the seemingly unwell poison master back down to where she had witnesses one of the few people had met and spoken to in an equal conversation commit suicide, her eyes sullen and heart heavy in her chest, trudging slowly and methodically rather than hurrying like she was used to. She didn't even bother to replace her mask and merely left it on the bed, lying next to the now-dried blood on the bed of the deceased king
 
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