Odilia knew she was not meant to love them. She knew very well that they were meant to be the enemy -- she would be deemed a traitor for allowing them in her bed, but how could she not? They were so easy to adore. So easy to fall for.

She sat now, quietly looking at the tea in her cup. It was beginning to grow cold now, but she still hadn’t brought it to her lips. She was too lost in her thoughts to remember she was meant to be drinking it.

At the familiar click at the window, she looked up. Her eyes softened, as they always did whenever she met theirs. She knew it was dangerous, to have the enemy in the same room with her, with no other knowing. She couldn’t find herself caring as she stood and greeted them.

“I do hope that climb is not very dangerous.”