Valka
Past
I hadn't planned on running into him again.
The wording on the whisper had been wrong. I hadn't accounted for what would happen if he saw me first this time. Or worse… if he chose not to approach at all.
So I had no warning that slipping into Ebonheart would end with far more than I bargained for.
My day went as it always did. The fighting pit. Then the streets, giving away the coins I'd won. Then the tavern, where I drank myself just shy of stupidity. And finally, the long, trudging walk home.
I wouldn't return. Tonight was the last time I went seeking for something that obviously doesn't exist. I'd seen a glimpse of her once. Margot Nythorn. She didn't look like she was missing a single thing in her life. Not the mate she abandoned, or the daughter whose grave she thought was long cold.
