Miyako slipped back into consciousness, gasping for air. Fear gripped at her as she remembered the rope stealing away her life, slowly choking, but...Hyron had saved her. She felt there body tight against her own, felt their magic dancing around her. Miyako wanted to laugh and cry and run all at the same time. And Hyron...she wanted to kiss them until she lost her breath all over again. They were dangerous feelings, the kind that could lead to pain, but at the moment Miyako didn't particularly care.
No, focus. You can do all that stuff later. Guards surrounded Miyako and Hyron and the princess seemed to be healing or something. Yerik, oh acolyte, he was slumped against the ground, having lost his will to fight.
But Hyron had saved her, someone might actually cared. And there was no way in Orteo that Miyako was going to let the Queen take Hyron from her. Miyako would fight tooth and nail first, it's just that clean cut.
Breathing in deeply, Miyako reached out for her Shadow. The cold darkness swept over her, trying to make into little more then a soulless killer. But this time it was tempered with a lone spark of purpose, a warmth that Miyako held close in the storm.
Miyako began to stand, snapping the measly threads that held her down. Hyron's vibrant aura intermeshed with the soul of night that surrounded her. Miyako grinned.