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[Cinnamara]

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Cinnamara slowly dipped the tip of her arrow into the stone bowl over the forge. As she pulled it from the solution, it gleamed silver, silver that had been heated to the point of melting, perfect for the arrows she coated. It was a careful job, not to waste the metal, or ruin the arrow she coated.

Yet it was the perfect defense against werewolves. She had almost been caught off guard by it, and almost lost her oldest son due to it. Yet with the recent threat against her kingdom, this time she would not be caught off guard.

Virtue Killings. she thought, biting her bottom lip gently. It was a threat on the kingdom. People were marked, and thier lives were in danger. It was up to her, as a ranking officer, and a mother, to help protect the people of her Kingdom.

She sat her arrow down, along with the rest to dry, as she stood to carry herself up the stairs. As she reached the top, her husband stood before her.

"What were you doing dear?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. He knew when something was amiss with his wife.

"Nothing dear, I promise." she said, smiling slightly.

"Just...be careful, alright?" he said, a line of worry crossing his face.

"With?" she asked, frowning.

"I think you know what I mean, dear.." Davaran said, pulling her closer.

"I will be fine. And you know you can't stop me." she said softly, looking up at him.

"Dear, your not immortal."

"And I have never claimed to be. But I will do what I can to protect my kingdom and my family."

"I know dear, I know."
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