His Plumpy Mate
She threw a potion to the figure and left before they could hold her back, to think those gossip mongrels not only failed to get an accurate gossip, they gave her false information.
She sighed and headed back to her place, she had enough for one day.
On getting back she noticed her mother rushing off somewhere, face tight brows furrowed.
Something told her to follow and that's what she did.
They found Zorya, lips pale, body thin and barely recognisable, hairs grey. She looked strangely malnourished and beaten.
She was tied to a platform, while Lord Az was just about to dive a knife through her heart.
****** End of Flashback *****