Silent as shadows. Bold as night. Calm as wind. One shall die tonight.

Once, within the dark threads of her existence, love was the reason she fought through all her troubles. Now it was the same reason that drove her toward her uncertain fate. She would welcome her own death once everything was over.

Ayara was no saviour tonight. No, she wasn’t a saviour at all.Ayara Drogon was a Shadow Assassin and she was the personification of death.

She loved her mother, but she loved Kestrel more than her own life.