She whips around and attacks Tertius with her knife.

"That's kinda sad."

" Yeah, it is i guess. "

There was blood pooling from his chest and streaming onto the vines and then the ice. The assassins tensed to pounce on him, but Tertius blocked them with his sword. "Enough. We have what we came for. Let's go." He flicked the blood off the blade and sheathed it, but only after blocking Isiea's attack, his eyes moving to the corpse of the dead assassins. "Fetch your brothers, quickly. We can leave no evidence behind."

The Iron fey scrambled to comply, lifting the dead faeries onto their shoulders. They even grabbed the pieces off the floor. Tertius turned to Isiea, his gaze bleak. "Farewell, Vivian. I hope we do not meet again." He spun quickly to follow the assassins, marching out of their line of sight.

She chases after them, switching tactics and trying to grab the scepter.

"What do you mean you guess?"

" I've never thought of it as sad. Just... realistic. "

No luck, they had disappeared just as quickly as they had appeared. Blood flecked the walls and pooled along the floor, horribly vivid against the pale ice. The altar that had held the Scepter of the Seasons lay empty and bare. Sage lay on his back, his sword a few inches from his hand, gazing up at the ceiling, gasping. A few feet away, the furry body of the wolf, gray fur streaked with blood, lay crumpled on the ice. A shudder went through the prince's body. His head arched back, mouth gaping, and ice crawled up from his lips, spreading over his face, down his chest, and all the way to his feet. He stiffened as the air chilled around him, the ice making sharp crinkling sounds as it encased the prince in a crystal cocoon.


"No, it's sad."

She frowns deeply. However, she doesnt stick around. If she was found here with a nearly dead prince and a missing scepter, there wouldnt be too many people to put the blame on.

She just shrugged.