All of his questions are truly beginning to make her feel uncomfortable. Especially as he asks if she is alone. Did that mean he wanted to imprison her? To clip her wings and turn her into a broodmare? It took everything in Faye not to pin her ears at him and bare her teeth, to teach him even if she was nervous, she would never bow down to that. But those words had not left his sly lips, so Faye knows it unjust to make the accusation, even if she did believe most stallions thought that way.


“I know where they are, Cahyr.” At least she knew where one was. Though the sands had long since covered her mother’s bones, Faye was certain she could find the exact spot, though she never wished to visit again. Rafe was just as gone from sight, though Arsinoe and Reagar would be much easier to find, Faye did not bring up their names. Unsure if she would go from an imprisoned broodmare to a pawn in some political game. Faye decided it was best just to be from nowhere, and from no one. Same as a foreigner that might have washed up from outside lands.


“Are you sure it won’t be you who bothers me?”