ELIZABETH MARCH
QUEEN OF THE CORTEZ

SCATHACH
WITCH OF THE WOOD

STEFANI BIANCHI
STARLET OF ROANOKE

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                    “I understand. It must be frightening.”

Thomas wasn’t dismissing her fears. He might not completely understand what she was going through, but he wasn’t about to turn things around and make it about him. Instead, he raised a finger to wipe her tears from her cheek. Iris and Liz’s betrayal was shocking, even to him. He’d known both women for some time, and their decision to gun Elizabeth down was unexpected. Fortunately for them, he was more concerned about getting her and Bartholomew out before things grew worse. Otherwise, they would have both been strung up by their ankles and skinned alive.

Sentiment be damned. 

The child’s slight fussing has him glance at the bundle in her arms, but he doesn’t move. Not until he’s sure that she’s alright. 

                      “I don’t know what’s going to happen next either. What I do know is that
                       we can face it. Together. All three of us. Perhaps we might return to the
                       Cortez one day, if only to tie up…loose ends.”

A subtle promise of revenge, if she so wished. 

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the fact that he understands her means more than elizabeth can ever say, but they’re finally getting away from the pain of life. or rather, the pain that’s been her life for nearly a century now. with thomas at her side, their son in her arms, she knows they can do anything. and revenge is never off the table… not that she could EVER harm her most beautiful creation, but iris is another story.

eyes hood over as the male wipes away her tears, but other things must come first; revenge later.   ❛ i would like nothing more. ❜   the countess purrs, turning her head ever so slightly to press her lips to thomas’ before looking back to their son.   ❛ is there any blood here? bartholomew is hungry. ❜   voice goes up an octave as she comforts her son, smiling all the while as she uses a finger to caress his cheek.

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