Tears blur my vision, and I stumble over to Viviane, sorrow pulling me apart. Her body is a mess, cut in countless places. Her pale blue eyes stare vacantly at the sky. Blood streaks her face, and I close her mouth, her eyes. I choke out a sob. I hated her when I met her. She hated me. Then, somehow, she grew to be one of the people I trusted and admired the most. And now, after giving Camelot everything she had, she’s gone for good.
