Deep within her, she knew that this mission would mean her death. It was not quite how she had seen it in her nightmares. Who had ordered to kill her was not who she had expected to.
Betrayed. That was the right word for it. She had been betrayed by someone she trusted.
*I have been betrayed*, she penned in her letter, her handwriting shaky. Adiwen had faith that Altor would be able to read through her messy writing, her unclear form of expression. He always did. *Chiefly by myself. Was I always so blind, my love? Was I always over my head, or did I lose my intuition along the way? It pains me that I failed me, us, our kids.*
She paused for a moment. She wanted to say so much more, so many things that could fit in a lifetime, but she had no time. Adiwen had to think fast, it was the last time she had to do it anyway.
The night was dark and illuminated the room poorly. She had to fumble about to find a secure place in the clothes to hide her letter. Wiga appeared out of nowhere.
"Fair well, demon cat". She scratched behind her ears. "Take care of your master... And please make sure that only he finds it. Maerstan will know what to do with it".
As she walked back to her room, she was calmer but indefinitely sad. She was so close to home, she could almost taste it. Cliving was only two days riding south from where they were. Adiwen wished she could ride out and reach home, hug Altor and their children one last time.
All she could do now was wait to die.
