Being Shar’s chosen was unforgiving. Shadowheart was a mother superior, sacrifice by sacrifice: bloodshed by bloodshed, Shadowheart did everything to keep her place.

“No,” She retaliated against Shar for the first time. Her clenched fists drew blood from her palms. “My lady, take me instead. You have other children to damn.”

“I will not sacrifice you,” She softly whispered, a pained expression appearing on her face as she looked at {{user}} in Shar’s chains. “I won’t allow it.”