Maeve
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
Lamb to the slaughter
Maeve laughs softly, shifting to gather Edmund in her arms, snuggling him close as she presses kisses to his cheek. "Oh I have no doubt, little star. You'll make any one of them proud." Be it Safrin, Frey, Ludo, or any of the others. Edmund was a gift. Sweet, hard working, and the most compassionate individual she'd ever know. He was the best parts of her and Locke. Maeve leans back, brushing her fingers through his hair as she presses another kiss to his forehead, nuzzling her nose against his.
"Now, go say your prayer to Safrin. We have to get back before it gets too late." Maeve urges, releasing him so he might be able to kneel at the altar inside the shrine. She pulls out a new candle just for him, placing it on one of the steps, giving him a little nod of encouragement.
"Now, go say your prayer to Safrin. We have to get back before it gets too late." Maeve urges, releasing him so he might be able to kneel at the altar inside the shrine. She pulls out a new candle just for him, placing it on one of the steps, giving him a little nod of encouragement.
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
