It may come as a surprise to learn that the bandit never wished to see Leo or Wren ever again. His final interactions with the both of them had left quite the impression. But neither Leo nor Wren was aware of what the other had done.
Wren lay bleeding on the cobblestones that night in the garden. Tiny Leo had been alone with the large, violent boy. She was not afraid. "Leave him alone, or I promise-" she had begun.
Leo was left behind at the brothel that night at the festival. Wren had left her there so that he could knock on Arthur's door. He knew what he had to do. "Stay away from her, or I swear-" he had told him.
"I will slit your throat and gaze into your eyes until you die, and then you will be nothing and no one will miss you," said one.
"I will cut your throat and watch you die and no one will think it a loss," said the other.
Arthur who became the bandit had been afraid only three times in his life. That night in the garden. That night in the doorway. And the day that the oath was kept.
Love is a funny thing. Loss is a sad one. No one mourned the bandit. Wren and Leo would never stop mourning each other.
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sparrow and lion
Fantasya noble & an orphan meet in an alley & make a promise they were always doomed to break. new chapter every thursday. random letters at random times.
