“Never. And if they get suspicious? I’m sure I can make up a story if that time comes.”
She touched the key once more before placing it in her sister’s lilac gloved hand. Slowly she looked up into [name_f]Ella[/name_f]'s frightened eyes, whispering “I’ll be there soon, don’t worry.”
[name_f]Ella[/name_f] looked away, saying, “You always are, and every time you come back hurt.”
She sighed, accepting that what [name_f]Ella[/name_f] said was true, and that these secret missions did hurt her - and her sister. All the same, they had to keep lying, although it ruined their reputations as royals.
She watched as [name_f]Ella[/name_f] slipped through the open door, but yelped in surprise as she felt two firm hands grip her shoulders and heard a familiar chilling voice say her name, “[name_f]Riva[/name_f] [name_u]Jae[/name_u] Feverin.”
She squirmed out of the hard grasp, darting away from the building, for she could not risk this rebel finding [name_f]Ella[/name_f] and the key. Perhaps (depending on who this man was) she thought in panic, their lives were at stake.
The stranger, watching [name_f]Riva[/name_f] disappear into the shadows, murmured: “Run like the false heroine you try to be, [name_f]Riva[/name_f], just know when the path in front of you erupts into flame and you are cornered with nowhere left to go, I was behind it all.”