I had plucked the vial from my storage in town, It will be quick, it will be painless. I recall the words as I descend one final time into that cellar, lighting candles along the way. Don't worry little doe. Your release will come soon. Soon you will be free. Her doe-eyes blinked shut. I should have killed her where she stood but emotion clouded my judgement. The Variag is right, this was reckless behaviour on my part. Have I grown soft?
Reckless considering the fact the man I suspect of killing my flower has for some reason asked the Watch to search my estate. Fortunate then, that I did the deed and disposed of the body when I did. There can be no more mistakes. They will find nothing should they come. However, I may have a lead or two on my suspects. The question really echoing in my mind. What does he think he will possibly find in my home?
I cradled her as she slept her eternal slumber. The sister of whom I had murdered in that fit of rage on the road. Simply in the wrong place. At the wrong time.
Rest in peace, little doe.
