((It's been a while since I've read The Crimson Crown, so this may not be entirely accurate. First time writing angst, and all reviews are appreciated! Well, except flames. If you don't like it, give me a reason and I'll try to improve on it! Hope you enjoy!))
One moment was all it took. One moment, there was a shadow in the distance. The next, an arrow was embedded in Fiona's chest, right on her heart, her blood seeping out of the fatal wound. She didn't even want to be here in the first place, truly. But who would have cared should she have told anyone that? Han turned his head to look at Fiona in surprise for one moment, before darting off. Her father didn't even pay any attention to her wounds, simply chasing after Han with his amulet ready to go. In the distance Fiona could see flashes of magic, as she slumped against the cave wall behind her, sliding down until she was sitting, her head rolling to the side. As everything started to fade out, Fiona's thoughts wandered to Han. Hanson Alister, the only one who could melt her icy heart. The one who, in the end, should have tried to free instead of tormenting him. The one who she danced with, thinking he loved her back. The one who occupied her last thoughts. As everything was going numb, Fiona could only think of Han.
Later, when people found Fiona Bayar's body, a small smile was formed on her face.
