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 Fantasy The Queen's Chosen [ElysxSen]

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Seniade, Oct 8, 2017.

  1. Seniade

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    Elara rubbed her pale face with her hands vigorously, her dark hair starting to come free of the braid along the scalp as she did so and turned her expression on Sybil once more, evaluating her with the hard glare from her blue eyes. "I haven't the faintest idea if I could keep a full-on rebellion from happening if I labelled her as a prisoner of war, Cyne... and how is she valuable to me in the way that you are? Could I make an addendum to our agreements with your father now? When the portal is about to be destroyed?" She said aloud, so he could hear just how ridiculous it was a supposition for her to make. "If she hadn't killed those two, if she had just entered and requested to see you... I could make her a favored guest, add her to a harem and pretend it's for my use or something to that affect... the public would not care. But now I have to go face those families of my own soldiers and tell them that a mortal killed them, and that I have granted her clemency for no other reason than the symbol of peace with mortals asked it of me."

    The queen began to pace in the dungeon again, striding first left and then turning to stride right , her gaze fixing on Sybil each time she passed the human woman in the cell before she turned her face away and shook her head vigorously. She muttered under her breath too while she strode, considering and discounting options just as quickly, becoming more and more frustrated with the situation each time she considered what to do with the mage in her dungeon.

    Finally, Elara inhaled sharply and glanced from Cyne to Sybil and back again before she strode quickly up to the bars, curling her fingers around them slowly with her eyes peering into Sybil's. "Mortal, I will spare your life. But, you must get on your knees, and swear an oath, not to me, but to your Prince, that on penalty of both your death and his, you will not attempt to kill anymore of my kind. Because if you do after I so magnanimously grant you clemency... since he is vouching for you, it will cost all of us our lives." She said quietly, her expression deadly serious.
     
  2. ElysiumGuardian

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    Despite how faintly the vampire had whispered, the intense glare into Sybil's eyes made the words sound like they were raining down on her. Even with her training to resist the fear of the leeches, Sybil could feel her hairs standing on the back of her neck, the cool sweat gathering on her palms. Listening to the leech sent a shiver of fear and anger running deep through her. Sybil knew though, despite the menacing gaze mixing her thoughts, that this was the only chance she'd get to be not publicly executed and drained dry. Slowly, without moving her gaze from the Queen, she dropped to her knee. When the cold stone brushed against her leg, she finally bowed her head.

    "The continued life of Prince Cyne holds more value to me than ten score deaths of your own kind, so on my word as the Prince's Highest Guard, not a fight shall start by my own hand against your kin." The cold stone under her almost reminded her of the cobbled stones she swore to protect Prince Cyne on. That was many years, and many more scars ago. And that ceremony was one of honor, not this lackluster admittance of defeat in a dungeon, watched over by a vampire Queen and her own Prince while she stay completely in the nude. As a symbol of her servitude, she stuck out her hand, palm up.

    Looking upon the kneeling Sybil, Cyne had to admit, he hadn't expected Sybil to agree so easily, but when she put up her hand, he knew she was looking for his approval. Laying a balled fist in her hand, he ran his fist over her own, his father's own version of a handshake. "She speaks the truth, that gesture is my father's own. The same gesture she used when she pledged herself to protect me actually." A short relief made it's way into him, a burden lifted knowing he wouldn't have to watch her be executed for trying to save him.
     
  3. Seniade

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    Elara paused her pacing as she looked down at her prisoner kneeling before her prince and swore an oath, not for her own sake, but for Cyne's life. The vampire queen shook her head slowly at the mage on the floor in the nudge before them and sighed heavily, resting her hands on her lower back while she leaned her head and neck back some, stretching. "Just... perfect. How on earth am I to spin this as a benefit to my kind? Telling their families that the two your friend killed were traitors is not what I would prefer... but it will save her neck a bite." She ran a hand over her face and grunted in surprise at remembering her prisoner was still in the nudge on a very chilly-to-human's floor.

    The queen herself strode away from the mortal pair and took the corner hard, reaching out and yanking the heavy cloak from the guard's shoulders, silencing his questions and complaints with a hard look before she returned to the cell, the guard in tow. "Open the cell." Elara commanded, staring at the door passively, as if expecting it to open simply by her words.

    "Your Majesty?" The guard asked, his voice unsure, glancing at the prisoner, the queen, and her trophy each in in turn. Elara turned to look at him, her expression forbidding as she cocked her head to the side, as if to ask, Are you going to make me tell you again? Without another word, the guard stepped forward and unlocked the cell, pulling open the door, which allowed Elara to pass inside, bending down and sliding the cloak over the kneeling mortal's shoulders. The material was heavy and the guard was a tall, broad shouldered man, so the cloak covered her neck to mid-calf, with enough width to close in front of her and protect her modesty.

    "Rise, mortal, and find your oath accepted. Should you break faith with your oath, the magic of this realm will take you, one way or another." Elara intoned dramatically, calling the guard's superstition and Cyne himself as witness. Then the vampire queen looked to Cyne. "We'll take her for a bath and let her get dressed. Then perhaps a meal. You mortals come to me thin it seems." She murmured in a low voice as she exited the dungeons with an arm around Sybil, tight and guiding, more to keep Sybil from scarpering off, than to be kind as she nodded Cyne to follow.
     
  4. ElysiumGuardian

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    Watching as Elara calmly entered the cell, bending down towards Sybil so closely, Cyne almost shivered at the thoughts of what might have happened if he'd not be so accepting of his own predicament. Even from behind the guard, Elara, and the cells bars, he could see Sybil's discomfort. He knew the feeling for her would be nearly palpable. The thick and heavy cloak did little to hide how tense the young woman was as well, suddenly being exposed physically to two vampires with no way to utilize her magic. Her jaw was clenched so tightly, Cyne worried she might break her own teeth.

    Sybil refused to look at the vampire as the doors opened as she tried to hide her fear, and disgust, when the leech queen bent down and wrapped a cold, firm arm around her. She wasn't about to argue with a warm bath and a meal, but she couldn't help but gaze at Prince Cyne, hoping that somehow, he'd accompany her. This place isn't where she wanted to be, even if it was hospitable to her for a moment. The king's own bath and bread wouldn't stop her from leaving here with Prince Cyne when she had the chance. Her mind raced, trying to figure out how they would escape a whole city of vampires and make it back to the portal before they closed it up.

    "Your generosity doesn't go unnoticed Queen Elara," Cyne spoke, every click of her heels making him appreciate the lack of bloodlust she shared with her predecessor. One thing that edged onto his mind though was Elara's intentions with the bathtub. He wasn't sure if she'd attempt to welcome Sybil into her kingdom the same way she'd introduced him, but he hoped for both their sake that she didn't. Even the quip of them coming in thin wasn't enough to persuade his mind to think about something else. Even the way Elara had her arm wrapped seemed almost like a harlot guiding a drunkard to a room.
     
  5. Seniade

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    Elara's grip stayed firm and tight around her charge, her eyes sliding to Cyne at his speech to her as she made one quick stride after another, almost making the woman beside her jog to keep up. "Take care those words do not reach any ear except my own, Cyne. Or we could all end up going to sleep and not waking up again." She admonished him gently, nodding despite her words as thanks for his gratitude toward the mage. She left the guard at the edge of the dungeons with a promise if his tongue spoke any of what he heard or saw she would see it removed with her fingernails, and drew Sybil along toward the plush, lavish living quarters afforded the ruler of the vampire realm.

    Once behind the wall of armored guards with steel in their hands, Elara released Sybil from her near-death grip and let the woman walk at her own pace as the vampire queen led the way. "You will have to stay in my suite of quarters, I'm afraid, mortal. It's safer that way, and Cyne will have you close at hand should he need you for any reason in regards to your oath." Elara replied, pushing open her door and beckoning them both inside her bedroom quickly, waving a hand at the door next to hers down the hall. "You will be staying in that room once you finish bathing." The vampire queen turned to the maidservant tidying up the room and nodding at the bathing chamber. "This mortal will be my guest for the foreseeable future. She'll need a bath, fresh clothing, and suitable nourishment." Her maidservant took in the woman's appearance in the cloak and immediately bowed her acquiescence to Elara, moving first to the bathing chamber to see that towels and soap were available.

    The vampire queen rounded on Sybil, looking stony-faced as she evaluated the mortal critically. "You may no longer be in the dungeons where your magic is suppressed, but if you raise your magic to me now, after I have taken you into my care like this, the treaty will end and your Prince's life along with it. I hope you understand that there is retribution for your behavior should you put a toe out of line. Are we clear?" She asked the mage, folding her arms across her chest.
     
  6. ElysiumGuardian

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    Sybil tried to keep herself from shaking as the vampire finally let go of her, grabbing and pulling the cloak around her even tighter. The walk had been bad enough, she wanted to see what condition Prince Cyne had been in, but she couldn't help but stare at the ground as they were escorted past any number of leeches. A thought ran through her head, I'd kill for my whips right now, but even as she thought it, she realized that would entail putting Prince Cyne's life on the line. Unease rippled through her like waves splashing upon a beach. The best way for her to ensure Prince Cyne's safety was to rely on the leader of the leeches to keep her word.

    Looking up at the Queen, she struggled for words and bit down harder when her lack of words let her jaw shiver. "Like I said earlier, nothing in this realm would be more valuable in death than Prince Cyne's life. I've sworn myself as his Highness' safety, so even if that means giving myself to you for his safety, so be it." Swallowing deeply didn't make the lump at the back of her throat disappear. It took everything in her power to not glare quite flatly at the vampire. All she could do now was clamp down her jaw, the grating of her teeth likely audible to the unnatural hearing of the vampires present. Averting her eyes, she tried to take in the room around her. In the case of a fight in here, she'd prefer to be prepared.

    Cyne was gracious to be out of the dungeons, feeling the magic holding his own back vanish was a shower of relief. He didn't say much more, the tense situation better served in silence. Animosity emanated from Sybil, but he knew she understood that her mistakes here would mean his death. Despite being surrounded what she'd consider as enemies, she'd rather be taken prisoner by Elara than risk his life. Even from a young age, the woman had always held Cyne in high regard, and this wasn't the first time she'd put herself into serious danger to assist him. A part of him was actually a little surprised she hadn't managed to convince one of the others to join her.
     
  7. Seniade

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    Elara rolled her eyes at Sybil's platitude, despite the clear hatred the mortal woman had in her eyes every time she caught the woman's glances at her. "I'm glad we understand each other then, mortal." She ran her hands over the back of a chair and thought hard about what messages she would have to send to the dead vampire's families, an action that would rankle her and annoy her greatly at having to do it on the ungrateful Sybil's behalf to keep her alive... but now her own lot was thrown in with her mortal guests. She was the conquering general of her realm... and here she was bound by mortal behaviors that made her dance to stay in power. She, a queen, had to change her plans on their behalf.

    At a signal from the maidservant who ducked back in the room, Elara turned to look Sybil up and down again. "The bathing chamber is through there, use what you need to clean up. When you finish, there will be suitable clothing available by the towels in there for you to change into. Please, don't kill my maid when she brings them. She's only doing her job." There was an undertone of thread in Elara's voice, implying that she would be greatly displeased should the mage do something to her underlings. With a little flip of her hand, the vampire queen dismissed Sybil to clean herself up, turning to look at Cyne in a sort of exasperated expression.

    "I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume you had no idea you were being followed?" Elara asked, wondering if Cyne had indeed known about this mage coming after him, if it had been some sort of contingency plan his father set up long ago. Or if the woman was so devoted to her prince that she was risking life and limb to follow him into the unknown, even into death, as many called the portal in the mortal lands. "If you did, or if just your father did, he lied to me when we signed that peace treaty...." She paused, wondering if it was too late to recall the old mage from his mission to destroy the portal, and then sighed as she realized it was far too late. He would have already departed to get to the portal and start his magic in order to try and destroy it. But could it be destroyed? Elara couldn't say. It was an object of magic from ages long ago and she didn't know quite what would destroy it if Caldwyn's attempt failed.
     
  8. ElysiumGuardian

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    "Sybil and the rest of my guard weren't even informed of the deal my father and you struck, because I expected they'd try to stop me, but I hardly anticipated them to find out where I was so quickly." Admittedly, Cyne was impressed with how quickly she'd been able to make her way through the portal. Although she was more trained than the average knight of his father's army, that didn't mean this was by any means an easy task for her. "Don't worry though, if she was caught alone, than she came alone. If only two of yours died, I wholeheartedly doubt there were two of mine there."

    Struggling to not boast up his guards' abilities, it was hard to not acknowledge the growth they'd achieved. Now was hardly the time and place to remind Elara how many vampires had fallen under the hands of him and his small party. But if the full force of his tiny guard had come through, the beast they acted as wouldn't have been captured by a small scouting party. Cyne even felt a twinge of regret as he realized that they'd be unable to ever properly say goodbye to him, well, with Sybil's exception. Even now he hoped they found good partners and settled down happily with the coin his father was asked to give them. The ways they've devoted themselves to him couldn't truly be repaid, but the coin and honor wouldn't be a bad way to try.

    Sybil was almost uncomfortable with the manner Prince Cyne so easily addressed the vampire. The tone he had wasn't his diplomatic one either. The conversation they were having seemed like a chat between friends. The quiet, almost patronizing way he talked about her like she wasn't there pushed her towards the bath. Even before she could walk through the door way, she could sense the heavy cleaning magics surrounding the tub, and was surprised at the quality of the magic. It faintly reminded her of a church's bowl. Turning back, she meekly looked to Prince Cyne, "If it would be fine with your Highness, I would like to request a moment alone with you." The thought of locking herself into the bath without any weapons and who knows what kinds of magic frightened her, and she hoped it'd be a good opportunity to discuss fleeing.
     
  9. Seniade

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    Elara lifted an eyebrow at her trophy, hiding a small smile despite the seriousness of the situation at his slight boasting of his private guards' power and training how to use it with skill. "No hint of humbleness when it comes to training in your realm, huh?" The vampire queen teased, almost in an easy manner before her blue eyes shifted to the interloper still in the room, listening to the conversation. Her expression narrowed and became cold and distant when Sybil addressed the princeling, asking permission to speak with him in private. Elara's mouth twisted in displeasure but she said nothing to dissuade the prince nor his former guard in conversing with one another. "Just don't take up my bathing chamber too long. I do have to have my beauty rest after all, and I would like to make sure you are carefully tucked away in your quarters, mortal, so I don't wake up with a knife in my back."

    The vampire queen had made clear her still mistrust of Sybil as she turned her attention to the desk and chair in her room, nodding when the maid returned with a covered platter. "Place it on the sitting table there, she can eat once she's clean." Elara informed her maid as the young woman moved past Sybil and Cyne to place the comfortable night clothes she had acquired for the unexpected guest in the bathing chamber. With a grumble, Elara pulled a piece of paper towards herself and dipped the end of a pen in a pot of ink as she began crafting the carefully worded missive's to the families of the two Sybil had killed. She needed to get these messages sent off as soon as possible before she announced to her Council that two of her guards had been traitors and that she was taking in the misguided prey they had pulled through the portal.

    As she wrote, Elara considered the role that Sybil would need to play, despite her previous history with Cyne and her mood darkened considerably, turning to glance out of the window at the landscape outside, the one with the red-scorched sky. The sky never changed, it was always full of the red roiling clouds and despite hopes that Caldywn would succeed with this training and matching up pairs of the young mortal mages they had to heal the realm the immortal creatures lived in, Elara considered if it would be in time to keep the outlying fringe villages from being massacred by those who had been driven insane from the lack of blood.
     
  10. ElysiumGuardian

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    As they went into the bathing chamber, Sybil already felt her nerves being calmed. The magics here did nothing to hinder hers. In fact, with the state of mind these magics would put her in, she was likely more potent in here. With the robe still wrapped tightly around her, she didn't know quite what to say. A thousand thoughts ran through her head and none of them came to her tongue. Prince Cyne followed her so gracefully, the regal nature he held comparing well to her own rough and shaken posture. Seeing as they weren't in front of the vampire any longer, she dropped the formalities. "Prince Cyne, we must get out..." her voice came out hushed and whispered, but to her surprise, he simply raised a hand to silence her.

    "Sybil, I know your intentions were to save me, but there is no need for it. Every word you say in here likely isn't beyond the Queen's own ears. And please, drop the titles. Here I'm not a prince, in fact, in this realm, I'd say we're equals." The shock was more than apparent on Sybil's face, and her mouth dropped open. It was the same face she'd make every time she wanted to argue, but knew there wasn't a point. "My father made a pact with Queen Elara. That pact was paid in blood, on both sides. And if that pact is broken, say, a rogue mage killing two of Elara's guards, then there will be much more bloodshed. Well, actually, one of her best mages is on his way to close it. To make sure no more of my devout followers like you come through and cause more mayhem." As he talked, Sybil instinctively straightened herself out. "Sybil, calm yourself. We're safe here. To attack us is to break Elara's own commands. And those here listen to the crown much like our own."

    The thought of being listened on grated on Sybil, and the way Prince Cyne acted almost seemed out of place. He would've been much more cautious. Quietly, she thought if they'd used magic to wipe his mind or something. To calm him. In her heart though, she could hear the truth in his tone. This wasn't a ploy, no magic. If Prince Cyne felt comfortable here, it's because he had reason to. "Prince Cyne..." she murmured.

    "No, not Prince Cyne, just Cyne."

    With a frown, she recalled all the times he'd asked them to refer to him by his name and not his title. While some of the others partook, she wasn't ever going to forget her roots, the things that separated the two of them, and those difference that drove them together. Begrudgingly, she continued, "Cyne, we need to escape from here." Even as she worded, he just shook his head with that damn smile that showed he had already thought the same things she was trying to come up with. "So what are we supposed to do then, just rot away in this prison masquerading as a castle?" Drawing in a deep breath, she was quick to calm herself, and even though his smile didn't change, she still felt like she'd just slapped him.

    "My life here, and now yours, means the kingdom stays safe. Even if we were to win a war against the vampires, it wouldn't be without spending almost all of our own resources. This was the compromise I forced my father into agreeing on. Now, you're dirty, clean up and then come eat." His tone resumed the one of her commanding Prince, but because he knew she'd try to argue otherwise. As he turned, he heard her take a deep breath, and before he could make it to the door, she quietly whispered, "Please stay with me." With a small smile, he turned and nodded. Rolling up his pant legs, he sat meagerly at the edge of the bath as she bathed in silence.
     
  11. Seniade

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    With a smirk, Elara shook her head at the foolish female mortal's first words to her princeling charge in the 'privacy' of the bathing chamber. At the reminder that vampires could hear quite well from a fair distance, even with the interference of the water and the door being closed, Elara's face twisted in annoyance that he was letting Sybil know just the amount of power the vampire queen held over them. Then Elara looked up from her letters, giving the door an icy glower and huffed a little as she returned to her work. She finally finished her narrative to the fallen vampire's families, folding both pieces of paper over on themselves and pulled out a dark stick of black wax from one of the drawers in her desk and held the stick close to one of the lit candles. Slowly, her wax stick began to melt at the heated end, dripping artfully in a few circular globs on first one of her folded papers, and then the other. Quickly, she pulled out another tool from the desk, her seal... well the Queen's seal, in the shape of a crown and pressed the round end into the melted wax puddles, leaving the impression of a seal all vampires recognized on each letter.

    With a resigned sigh, Elara reclined in her chair while she waited for her guests to finish their bath, her blue eyes fixed on the closed door to her own private bathing chamber. She would never admit it, but Sybil requested Cyne to stay with her in the bathing chamber and the prince wordlessly doing so, possibly using the bath water from the splashing she heard. With a shake of her head, the vampire Queen turned her attention to what she would say to her Council, how she would spin this reticint mage staying in her home being a good thing. Perhaps when Caldwyn returned, he could see to keeping Sybil in line, make her curious enough to forget her little rescue mission.

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    Caldwyn's progress toward the shimmering, almost ominous, portal was slow and daunting for a creature of his age; while he was sturdy on one of the four-legged creatures they used in this realm, a fall would probably shatter one of his legs quite painfully. He had an escort, of course, what with being a faithful servant of the Queen and being on the Queen's business to close the portal, as authorized by the Council. But his escort would bring his body home draped over the back of a beast if he broke something, and they would have no choice in the matter. It was late into the night by the time they reached the location of the portal, the stones holding the circular portal in place still the same.

    With a heavy sigh, Caldwyn signaled for his guards to pause and slowly dismounted from his beast, stumbling on the uneven ground but catching himself and huffing a little. "This will take some time, you may want to fan out while I begin the process." He said to the vampires around him, watching them fan out after dismounting their beasts, before he faced his foe, the portal. Without procrastinating the process any further, Caldwyn stepped forward and extended both of his arms out to his sides, chanting in a low voice, beginning what he thought might be the best process to destroy the link to the other realm.
     
  12. ElysiumGuardian

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    Even as she bathed in the somewhat somber silence, Sybil couldn't help but think of what kind of situation she'd gotten herself into. While her mind never once flashed to regretting coming through to save Prince Cyne, she did definitely regret getting caught. Even if it reignited the war, her job wasn't to protect herself, or even her realm. She'd completely given herself to protecting her Prince. She remembered the first time she'd ever seen the King's guard. Every detail was seared into her mind, reminding her of where she came from. She was still young, hadn't become a woman yet, when her village was attacked. One of the smaller villages on the outskirts of His Majesty's control, it wasn't uncommon for the towns to become easy targets. The leeches weren't just bandits or raiding parties of warring countries though. They didn't make deals, didn't make do with just kidnapping a local or two.

    The screams and crackling was something she still had nightmares about. The outlying towns had their mages, but nothing like the King's army. It was only luck that the King's forces had arrived in time to keep her from being found by one of the leeches. Buried under the rubble of her burnt home, the measly bedframe her parents shared was the only thing keeping her from being crushed and burned alive. Even after they drove back the forces and she was taken as one of the few survivors to the King's own castle, it took several weeks for the healing mages to make her better. But the King's oldest son wasn't much older than her at the time, and Lord Keagan had a messenger send for her. That was when she first met Arias, Ruger, and Triste. All of them were children beyond help, all of their parents either missing, dead, or imprisoned. They'd been made his personal guard, moving their ranks from common peasant orphans to high ranking knights in the King's army. None of them dared defy their position, and it wasn't long before the four of them were inseparable.

    When they were finally introduced to the Prince himself, they were each formidable mages themselves, trained alongside the other mages of the King's army, but he was on a whole different level. While the others were perfected by masters of their own elements, only Sybil shared her element with Prince Cyne. Although he was only years older than her, the next few years they'd spend together would hone her abilities more so than any training she'd ever done as a basic warmage. Over the short course of the time they'd spend serving in the war, even as fresh mages to the war, they had the most knowledge, and some of the best training, they'd forge one of the strongest possible bonds as a team. Each of them was willing to put their life down for Prince Cyne, and although it never came to it, they knew he would too. Lord Keagan and Prince Cyne had so much confidence in their abilities that even the heir to the throne was on the front lines in the war, often leading them as a spear head for a much larger force. Most of the other mages took pride in keeping track of how many leeches they'd managed to kill, most of them only ever reaching 4 or 5 at best. The Highest Guard however, wouldn't even be able to keep count if they tried. Each fueled by their own purposes, and more over their loyalty to their indomitable leader, they made a near unstoppable force.

    And that very reason was why the tears ran down her face, hardly covered by the magical waters, trying as she might. The guilt she felt burned as each tear ran down her cheeks in silence. While being as courteous as he always was, never once glancing at her in her exposed state, his hand rested on her shoulder, comforting her. The deep heat of his magic ran through even through just his palm, silently telling her that he was still here. That her purpose wasn't one she'd failed. Even now, stuck in the realm of leeches, surrounded by what she could only ever consider monsters, that he was safe, and with her in tow. Shuddering from her exertion to stay quiet, the only thing keeping her from giving in was his gentle, but firm hand.
     
  13. Seniade

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    Elara's senses picked up on every splash of water and the change in Sybil's breathing that was a telltale she was weeping for some reason. With a roll of her eyes, the vampire queen rose from her chair and moved across her bedchamber to the bureau where she had her own clothing stored. Without wasting time, the dark haired queen stepped out of her boots and removed her clothing with slow, precise movements, folding the garments in half and leaving them on top of the bureau for her maid to take for cleaning. She studied herself, naked in the full-length mirror on one of the walls, turning slightly and pulling her dark hair to the side to study the old scars along her neck and spine from the day she had been 'volunteered' for those who had lost their sanity. Her thoughts and memories drifted back to her youth, before she had ever decided she would learn to do battle, study old stratagems and create her own force.

    The female vampire had barely been into adolescence for her kind, and the research on those who had gone off the rails and started attacking and feeding on their own species way out in the edges of their cursed realm had just begun. They had rounded up as many as they could find and between Caldwyn and other mages he worked with, they weren't quite sure what made them crave their own kind so Ava's council at the time had requested 'young, healthy volunteers' that would be compensated for their 'donation' to further the research and cure of the problem. Despite the protests of Caldwyn and his immediate trainees, Ava had approved the council's request and pushed for it wholeheartedly, since she had needed healthy warriors to continue her war with the mortal realm.

    Elara gave a sudden shudder and pulled herself away from the memories of walking into the cold stone room, barefoot and shivering, not from the cold since she was a vampire and didn't need heat to survive, but from the apprehension and fear. She had been right to be afraid of the creature that was crouched in the corner of the cell, snarling and hissing in apparent discomfort. Her own mother had reached over to slice the younger vampire's palm, to let the smell of her blood fill the air to draw the other's attention. She still had the scar on her palm, and ran a finger over it as she recalled the slow ceasing of noise and the steady rise from the crouch the other had done, turning to fix her with eyes that had no comprehension behind them that she was offering it what it needed to survive, and nothing more. Then it had moved, faster than any other vampire she had seen and pounced, knocking her off her feet and on her stomach, her bleeding hand slapping flat on the stone floor and leaving a red print as the creature tore at fabric and flesh.

    She took a deep breath and reached up to swipe away a single drop beneath her eye, before digging through the drawers for the satiny-smooth night-time garments she preferred, this time in a soft lavender. Elara rarely wore the pastels outside of her personal chambers, but her sleeping garments were a private matter between herself and the maid who took care of things for her. As if summoned by the queen's thoughts, her maid entered her bedchamber, a simple soft night dress draped over one arm, with a similar styled dressing gown, and appropriate clothing for the daytime draped across the other. The vampire queen nodded to her maid, indicating she should go ahead and make the ungrateful human wench aware the clothes were available to her. The maid opened the door to the bathing chamber and stepped in, clearing her throat to announce herself and laid out the two sets of clothing on dry shelves on one of the walls before she departed.
     
  14. ElysiumGuardian

    ElysiumGuardian Official Pooptoast Mascot Member

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    The gentle maid that brought in some garments for Sybil seemed polite, but even as the soft knock and even softer footsteps drew closer, he could feel every muscle in her body tense up. He offered up a calm thanks to the maiden, and wasn't surprised at the quality of the service, even now. But even as the young vampire walked away, he could feel the woman under his hand struggling to accept her situation. "The maid has brought you some nightwear, I'll leave you to get dressed. I'll be right outside the hall, alright?" Keeping his own tone as soft as he could, he slowly stood up, feeling the magic running off his skin as he brought his feet out of the water.

    Turning around, Sybil's mouth was agape, she knew even now she didn't want him to leave. But with the way he'd averted his gaze from her form, she knew he was trying to do the respectful, no, the princely thing by letting her dress alone. Yet, the absence of his hand was cold on her shoulder, and even the soothing nature of the bath didn't help calm her nerves. The only thing she took comfort in was the fact she had her magic now, unlike the dungeon, but the warm stone the bath was set in hardly seemed any different to her than the barren floor of the leech's dungeons. She wasn't even comfortable slipping into the admittedly soft fabrics that made up the gown. Despite it's simplicity, it was still probably more expensive than any she'd ever worn, and the thought of her reveling in this vampire Queen's wealth was sickening.

    "Elara," Cyne whispered as he walked out of the door, knowing full and well that the vampiress would hear her while the mage in the bath wouldn't, "If we could keep our shared night out of her mind, I'd be greatly appreciative." The freedom he'd felt, completely separated from his father's kingdom was came tumbling down in his mind, Sybil's appearance a complicating one. As the heir to the throne, he knew that she'd never accept that he'd slept with the vampiress so easily, and he didn't know if she'd react harshly. Even to just women that would try to gain his hand at balls would sometimes incur the mage's fury. Although he'd never thought much of it before, he now questioned whether or not that was just because she only expected the best for him, or if she had ulterior motives.
     
  15. Seniade

    Seniade Dragon Queen Member

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    Elara had started tidying and organizing her desk, stacking the two sealed letters, one on top of the other and then tapping the bottoms on the wood of the desk to keep them all in line when the door to the bathroom opened once more and she saw first her maid acknowledge her with a nod. "The sustenance for my guests, do not forget." The older vampire reminded her gently as the maid bobbed her head and swept out of the room to see to it. She sighed and turned back to the other work on her desk, the petitions, the demands for recompense from fallen loved ones in the war and set her two sealed letters on top of them. Elara often did things like that to remind her of the outcome of the struggle, the vicious reality that Ava never seemed all that interested about. Ava had been a queen, yes, and commanded her generals to their bloody, invasive work in the other realm, but the consequences she let the council deal with, therein causing a heavy unrest in the rest of the scorched realm they lived in.

    She started at Cyne's whisper when he exited the bathing chamber, looking up at him and lifting her eyebrows with interest. Elara pressed her lips together at his request and cleared her throat as she pretended to consider it, rolling her eyes at him. Slowly, each step a calculated measure she walked across the bedchamber and folded her hands before herself, peering at her trophy and whom she had considered a partner in ending the violence. "Of course, but you do realize if you stay as you did the first night, and the second, her suspicions would be aroused regardless if we share that information with her willingly or not." Elara's voice was quiet and she kept it low to preserve Cyne's dignity with this former companion in Elara's bathing chamber, this... Sybil. "Would you prefer to stay in the chamber Sybil will be resting in? Or one of your own? Or here?"

    With a small smile on the edge of her lips, Elara stepped back from Cyne as her maid and two others entered her chamber, one carrying two trays of food, one carrying one tray that she set at Elara's direction on her desk and the last maid carried a glass bottle, a stopper made of glass with a metal bar fashioned through so as to latch the bottle closed. The dark liquid inside sloshed thickly and Elara held up a hand before that maid and shook her head slowly. "Please return that to storage. I'll not consume that while in company of mortals, I've given my word to the mortal Prince here and I intend to keep it." She said quietly to the maid who bowed respectfully and saw her way out. The other two trays of food had been set on the little table where two chairs were situated, steam wafting from the simple but hearty fare.
     

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