It Was Not Your Fault, But Mine
Maeyen wrapped the fur cloak around herself tighter, trying so hard to be cold and cynical as she stared at what lay behind the bars. Any show of emotion in front of him was a death wish for her little sister.
But it pained her to see her wrists bruised and blood, shivering from the cold and lack of proper clothing. Aeyen had been a damnable fool. Even more than that, Maeyen was stupid for her own actions. And she knew it.
"I'll give you some time alone with your sister. This is bound to be her final hour." The guard chuckled as he left. His heavy boots thudded and echoed on the floor, keys jingling at his belt. He would eat well tonight, and sleep in a warm bed while so many in his country suffered from hunger and cold.
Maeyen did not speak until his footsteps were a memory echoing in her mind. "Aeyen, I won't ask forgiveness from you. What I did was wrong, and because of it..." Her voice cracked. "Mama and papa... They will be proud you..."
"Sh-shut..." Aeyen choked and sputtered, speaking briefly. Maeyen's heart skipped when she saw just the brief glimpse of her sister's green eyes. Her hands dropped the cloak on the floor and she grabbed the bars.
"Hang in there, Aeyen. The Light will be here soon enough to break you free." She pressed her palm flat under her neck, the sign of loyalty among Thieves and Assassins. Aeyen would not know it.
Maeyen fled the jail, determination renewed. Death would not claim her sister. Not tonight if she could help it.