Livana stared at the blue vial in her petite hand. There were some things she had to do regardless of how it affected her family. The kingdom was more important. Too much corruption had spread around her and this was the only way out.
“In this act I am bathed in the Light,” she murmured, then popped the cork and downed the vile.
A single tear slipped down her cheek as her breaths grew shorter. If the gods were not with her… She blinked the thought away. Once she was pronounced dead and the funeral was finished she could escape as planned to receive the training her father denied her. The future of her people depended on it.
Fear and panic gripped Livana as her heart pounded faster and faster and her breaths came harder and harder.
“Into the Light I favor peace.” With those words came her least breath.