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SHE NEVER LIKED KILLING
But if killing meant surviving, that was one duty Arowyn didn't mind to inherit. She stood over the deceased osterwing, its beak still paralyzed open from the shock of being at the wrong end of a fired arrow.
Arowyn whispered a silent prayer before she pulled the arrow out from the bird’s golden chest. That would be Arowyn's dinner for the second night since fleeing Esterwick. Though the meat was bland and often overcooked, it was a small price to pay for the freedom Arowyn had for so long felt was slipping away.
With bird in hand, Arowyn hurried back to the idle horse.
"We've got my dinner tonight," Arowyn pet the horse's soft mane, "Now let's find yours."
The horse lazily grunted before kicking a pair of flies off from its hind legs. Arowyn eased the horse with a hint of smile that she couldn't extend to a full one whilst gnawed by the guilt of imagining her father's reaction to her disappearance.
After all, had it not been for the King taking his adventurous daughter along for hunting trips as a young girl despite the Queen's pleas, she would not be half as capable or equipped to survive alone on the road as she was doing right that moment.
Arowyn's gaze had slipped to the ground as she spiraled into an abyss of thought, but it wasn't long before a raspy voice from behind yanked her out from it.
"Looks t'be uh'tasty meal'f I ever did see one, m'lady."
Arowyn whipped around to discover a man standing nearby wearing a snide, toothless smile on his leathery face. Arowyn's heartbeat drummed against her rib cage but you'd never know it from the unaffected expression on her face.
"There's plenty more osterwing in the trees but the sun sets shortly so I suggest you catch one quick." Arowyn turned back to the horse and tucked her osterwing into the satchel hanging from the horse’s back.
"Ay wasn't talking 'bout the bird." The man chuckled before running his tongue over one of his few rotten teeth.
Arowyn raised her gaze from the bag and turned back to the vagabond, “I’m sorry I must be on my way, M’lord. G’day.”
Arowyn's remark elicited a deep laugh from the vagrant which sent him into a coughing fit before he spit whatever grimy substance it was that expelled from his lungs.
"Choppy lil strumpet, where ye off t’so fast?" The vagabond wiped his bearded mouth then pulled a hunting dagger from his torn trousers before showcasing it to the princess, ”Ye like m'dagger, bird?"
Arowyn's bright green eyes looked down to the dagger then back to up the man, "I thought it'd be bigger to be honest."
The remark rid the vagabond of his smug smile as he lunged for the Princess with the raised dagger. Arowyn effortlessly evaded the knife before drawing a dagger of her own from within her cloak and thrusting it deep into the vagabond's chest.
The attacker gasped at impact while Arowyn used her other hand to pull his body closer to the blade until it sunk so deep into her attacker's body it raised his cape from the other side.
The vagabond choked, wide eyed in horror as Arowyn with gritted teeth stared those sparkling eyes right back into his. "Do you like my dagger. Bird?"
With that, Arowyn swiftly turned the blade in the man's chest, killing him as she released and he fell to the ground. Arowyn watched the lifeless man before the neigh of the horse drew Arowyn's attention. Arowyn quickly wiped her dagger clean with her victim's cape, mounted her horse and fled, leaving the vagabond's body for a flock of osterwings that would have a meal of their own that evening.
Arowyn had killed many things on those hunting trips with her father, but until that day she had never killed a man. And it would be a lie to say that Arowyn wasn't unsettled with the act, for whether it be man bird, or beast, Arowyn did not like killing. Yet she carried little remorse, for as it were said before, if killing meant surviving, it was one duty Arowyn didn't mind to inherit.