It's been a long time since I last saw Andrithiel. The woman who shares my blood and that I once called "dear sister."
She hasn't been to Bree for a long time and last we saw, she had signed the contract to take over our house in Minas Tirith, just to turn it upside down and tear it down.
The house of Silverblade doesn't exist anymore. It fell as my sister stood and watched it happen. Andrithiel had leaked family secrets into the other households and forced our house to shut down and we no longer hold any status.
"The fallen house of Silver blades." Is what people say about it now. Having our bloodline has been heavy, specialy to keep it a secret.
Father left his position as Commander when he got the news and at the moment he's probably in the tavern getting drunk.
Father is determined to let Andrithiel go free and to be left alone. I don't like it, but I will stay my blade and listen to his words. He told me that she already hold the burden and responsibility of letting this all happen and he wishes her to carry that for a long time.
Though my blood boils and want her heart to stop beating, I can understand Fathers words and why.
The feeling that I can't shake off is that she's not been in Bree for such a long time...I got a bad feeling about this. Of course, she could just be keeping on a traveling foot to stay out of reach. But it's not like her. Something is amiss.
