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Pure. Death. (ladydeathnesta) wrote in madisonvalley,

Nesta looked at the bartender. "Just leave me the bottle." When the bartender eyed her, he shook his head, sighed, and left the bottle with her when her eyes flashed their silver flames again.

She looked at Oliver Queen. Nesta didn't talk about her family. Amren knew of her family life, but even she didn't quite understand their family before the sisters were made into High Fey. "No. My younger sister, the one you ask about, is at home with her husband, the High Lord of the Night Court. Our middle sister lives with them. My friend Amren arrived when I did." Her eyes glittered at the idea of Amren interacting with anyone.

"I'm sorry about your mother. The King of Hybern snapped my father's neck in front of me." Her eyes took in his reaction. "I promised the king's death. I fulfilled my promise moments later."