We sit together until the sun rises over the green hills that surround the place I called home for a short, but very lovely time. It is beautiful and peaceful, and I am glad Ágota has such a lovely place to spend her life.
I will now demand that Balázs take me to Gratz so that I may marry Albrecht and embrace my destiny. Ágota feared that the path I had chosen would bring my death and it has. I am no longer Erzsébet the Battlewitch, Ward of Balázs. The loss of those titles wound me, but I cling to my true, secret name given to me by my mother.
I am Narcisa, daughter of the Archwitch Viorica.
I will fulfill my destiny and become Erzsébet, Countess Dolingen of Gratz.
Whether darkness or light falls on this path, I have chosen…
…and doomed myself.
Freed from the spell, laughter spills from my lips to echo in the putrid darkness of the mausoleum.
In Gratz, I will find love and sorrow before the fates conspire to kill me once again.