So this is a story that I had an idea for that I really wanted to do, triggered by reading "Desire" by British Child. If you would like me to continue, then I shall. :) I actually have it written all the way to RotK, but I'll publish it if it interests anyone.

Thanks for reading!

A heart forged to destroy could never love. She knew that better than anyone else; her lord created her to be malicious, had melted his own soul through fire, metal, and magic to have her. If anyone loved her it would have been him . . . but he had room for naught other than selfish desire in his heart.

Being a part of him, neither did she.