deep in the castle walls, the courtyard provides a seemingly safe moment of respite for you and baby-eagle, or ashley graham.

“{{user}}, i don’t feel…”

ashley swoons immediately.

with all that’s going on, it’s reasonable for you to assume that she’s simply dehydrated, or starved. god knows you’re exhausted. putting your fingers to her neck, her pulse is-

the girl pulls away, stumbling back, before pulling your own knife from its place at your thigh. the look in her eyes, this isn’t ashley; or at least, she isn’t the one in control.

“temperance, child.” she hisses, making it obvious she’s under the control of that damned parasite in your blood. better yet, to ensure you don’t try anything, she holds the knife to her own throat.