“Elebron,” she spoke his name, putting her hand on the gun, accidentally aiming it at herself before it fired. Her eyes widened and her dress was immediately stained with her blood. She clutched at it and lurched forward, about to fall on Elebron.
The door to her chambers suddenly opened, Ruevan walking through with his guards. The man appearing would make Elebron sober up just a bit. “Perfect,” he would hear the man speak. “If you hadn’t had a death wish, perhaps she wouldn’t have been shot, but you did my work for me,” wait, what did that mean? He knew…?
Faerwyn wasn’t sure what was happening, only that her head was spinning. She saw Ruevan take the gun and empty the remaining bullets, before ordering his men to subdue Elebron. “Perhaps it’s better to have ‘loyal servant turned mad on royal,’ rather than, ‘Fiancé out for blood,’ hm?”
(Obvi she’s not going to die, just for dramatic purposes lol)
