Although she already had his blood, Kestra wasn't back yet to be able to do her witchy thing on it, and she felt that being able to describe how he looked like might help the King in his findings. This would be the last time she would allow herself to dream of him and she was trying to get everything she could from this one time risk.
"I can't. I am--"
"Weak." She said, her voice laced with mockery and he hissed, almost sounding like a snake.
Wasn't that what he was anyways?
A snake.
"What even can you do?"
The Bride Thief did not miss her belittling tone in her voice but he was too weak to fight it.
Good. At least now he could feel how it was to be consumed by a feeling he had no control over, something he was forced to feel.
"I can show you the truth. Let's make a blood oath." He rose his head, looking at her and blood dripped from beneath the mask, unto the sand.
