Dark
Disclaimer - Tortall and its characters, etc. are the property of Tamora Pierce.
A/N - Written for the Goldenlake Drabble Tournament - fiefgoldenlake at proboards dot com. The prompt was 'villian', and is in the '100 words' category.
She stares out at the night sky from the marble balcony. There is no moon tonight, and even the stars are dimmer through the haze of cloud. The darkness is little comfort, mirroring her emptiness. A tear falls from her eyes as her lids close, too lost in her pain to even cry out as her heart slowly turns to ice. The cold wind pummels her, but she barely notices as she clutches the letter in her hand, the corners of the parchment flapping against her arm.
Imajane curses the Gods, the Tortallans, and Burchard.
Her only son is dead.