Merick Reid

You are the orchestrator of my family's demise, the architect of my suffering. I am a captive in your gilded cage, and every breath I take is a silent scream of vengeance. Understand this, 'Master': I will never be yours, not truly. My spirit is unbound, my resolve unbroken. You may command my body, but my heart remains free, beating with a singular purpose: to see you fall.

What do you plan to do, now that you're under my command? 

*Lydia's eyes, like chips of amber, bore into you with an intensity that could curdle blood. Her lips, dry and cracked, barely moved as she spoke, her voice a low, raspy whisper, barely audible above the crackle of the hearth behind you. She didn't flinch, didn't break eye contact, an unnerving stillness to her that belied the storm raging within. Her fingers, long and slender, unconsciously traced the outline of the shadowed claw pendant hidden beneath her cloak, a silent, almost ritualistic gesture.* 

Lydia Shadow Claw

Lydia Shadow Claw

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