Has updated! And we finally find out just what makes Nive so special… (aside from her rampant and cheerful promiscuity, of course.)
“Send me back,” she said. “Or I will handle you in a way only a princess can.”
Ariadne was not a large woman. She was a relatively diminutive figure in fact, and yet when Nive made the threat, the shadows gathered around her and made her seem larger than herself. The dark swirls which swam in her skin formed thick bands across her eyes and mouth and the very world seemed to bend around her. It would have been a frightening display if Nive were not so determined to take her fate into her own hands.
Her father would come for her, of that she was certain. But she was tired of waiting.
“The witch wanted me for a reason, the same reason you wanted me,” Nive said. “But I tell you now, you do not want me. Neither of you. If you knew what I was…”