Halldóra lowered her gaze as she was shoved to her knees before the general. The same general she had called a friend for an entire year now; the same she had defended and fought alongside valiantly. The one who had defended her Fìor blood.

If only they had known then that her loyalties had never been to Valan.

A spy, sent from the marauders to get information from Valan higher-ups. She had used them, in order to advance Fìor knowledge on the human kingdom. She could not even look them in the eye now. The guilt felt worse than she had been expecting it to.