The first thing Belladonna laid her gaze upon when the piece of cloth was pulled away from her face was the corpse of Lady in a glass coffin.
She almost looked like she was asleep, but she wasn't; Belladonna could just tell that she wasn't.
She remembered her through, from a distant memory.
A memory flashed in her mind, one of this lady giving her a dagger and pressing a kiss to her cheek. Only that it wasn't her the Lady had kissed but Xinora.
This was Litya.
She had been the one consoling the Queen when Alaris and her had intruded the Castle. Belladonna had not seen her on that day but the voice she had heard that night tied to the memory she was never even part of perfectly.
Belladonna looked around sharply to find that she was in a room filled with people. She could spot glowing hair and eyes that stared back at her sharply.
