Astrid feels the woman's breath on her face. "You are the one that drugged me, used me as your puppet. You could have saved me, but you choose not to. Now your cursed soul can fuck Sithis." Her eyes locked onto Astrid's as she slowly slides her dagger into Astrid's chest.
As the life drains from Astrid, a tear rolls down her face. She wanted so more out of life. To be a warrior, a wife and mother but it feels as if the gods have forsaken her as a young woman.