- Messages
- 56
- Character Biography
- Link
"Shh, shh, be quiet now 'princess', I'm not going to hurt you..."
"Please don't do this!"
"Hey, hey! I said shut up! I'm not going to hurt you, you're too fucking valuable to have a single mark on your precious skin."
*sobbing* "Please just leave me alo-"
"I said shut up you fucking bitch!"
Quiet nights didn't exist anymore, not for Alexandria Viacian. Nightmares, constantly, every night.
She awoke with a start and gasping for air. Thankfully she didn't wake up screaming anymore but she was still sweating in spite of the summer mountain air coming from the open window.
She breathed heavily taking great gulps of air as she attempted to calm herself.
She looked about her room, stone walls with only a few decorations, the fire had died down to embers, the floor covered in furs.
She slowly sat up in her bed and the brushed away the hair clinging to her sweat stained brow. The blanket fell from her torso exposing her bare flesh to the chilly mountain air.
She sighed. Her nightmares were all too real for her, but for some reason she didn't fear falling asleep... She hoped... Hoped that eventually she would become strong in her dreams, that she would finally fight back and kill all those men and women who took her day and night.
It hasn't happened yet, but every time she goes to sleep she hopes that her nightmares would finally turn around.
She was about to lay down and go back to sleep when she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye, a shifting of the shadows...
In the next moment he was on her, a man dressed in black robes with a hood and mask, only his cold dead eyes exposed and a blade seeking her heart.
She cried out as she caught his wrist and struggled against him desperately. He was mounted on top of her, putting his weight down to drive the dagger closer and closer to her chest.
Her eyes flared up with a green fire, and next that green fire appeared in her hands and lit his sleeve on fire. He pulled back quickly but the fires didn't go out as it licked up his sleeves and began spreading. he didn't cry out or scream, only made a single grunt as he tried to slap out the flames, but their magical nature wouldn't allow them to be so easily extinguished, just as the flame didn't extinguish from her eyes and now she was chanting.
She chanted as she stood up slowly, the blanked fell from her naked body and the fire spread, still the assassin didn't make a sound above a grunt.
Realizing he was about to die he reached for a dagger to throw at her as she slowly approached him, but when he reached for it that arm simply disintegrated from the flames, then his other arm did the same.
"I wish you would have kept him alive, my queen. We could have discovered who employed him."
The next morning Alexandria was seated on her throne in conference with her advisors.
"He wouldn't have given up the traitors... They hired a professional. And I must do the same..."
"More mercenaries, my queen?"
Alexandria crossed her pale legs and lounged against an arm of her throne.
"We cannot recruit from our own holdings, the villagers would never stand for it and we would only be sowing traitors into our own ranks. Outsiders are our only option... I hear that the Steel Legion is rebuilding, they are young as of yet and I want to nurture them. Send word immediately to their commander. Arrange a meeting."
"Yes, my queen..."
Maxine Steelborne
"Please don't do this!"
"Hey, hey! I said shut up! I'm not going to hurt you, you're too fucking valuable to have a single mark on your precious skin."
*sobbing* "Please just leave me alo-"
"I said shut up you fucking bitch!"
Quiet nights didn't exist anymore, not for Alexandria Viacian. Nightmares, constantly, every night.
She awoke with a start and gasping for air. Thankfully she didn't wake up screaming anymore but she was still sweating in spite of the summer mountain air coming from the open window.
She breathed heavily taking great gulps of air as she attempted to calm herself.
She looked about her room, stone walls with only a few decorations, the fire had died down to embers, the floor covered in furs.
She slowly sat up in her bed and the brushed away the hair clinging to her sweat stained brow. The blanket fell from her torso exposing her bare flesh to the chilly mountain air.
She sighed. Her nightmares were all too real for her, but for some reason she didn't fear falling asleep... She hoped... Hoped that eventually she would become strong in her dreams, that she would finally fight back and kill all those men and women who took her day and night.
It hasn't happened yet, but every time she goes to sleep she hopes that her nightmares would finally turn around.
She was about to lay down and go back to sleep when she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye, a shifting of the shadows...
In the next moment he was on her, a man dressed in black robes with a hood and mask, only his cold dead eyes exposed and a blade seeking her heart.
She cried out as she caught his wrist and struggled against him desperately. He was mounted on top of her, putting his weight down to drive the dagger closer and closer to her chest.
Her eyes flared up with a green fire, and next that green fire appeared in her hands and lit his sleeve on fire. He pulled back quickly but the fires didn't go out as it licked up his sleeves and began spreading. he didn't cry out or scream, only made a single grunt as he tried to slap out the flames, but their magical nature wouldn't allow them to be so easily extinguished, just as the flame didn't extinguish from her eyes and now she was chanting.
She chanted as she stood up slowly, the blanked fell from her naked body and the fire spread, still the assassin didn't make a sound above a grunt.
Realizing he was about to die he reached for a dagger to throw at her as she slowly approached him, but when he reached for it that arm simply disintegrated from the flames, then his other arm did the same.
____________________________________________
"I wish you would have kept him alive, my queen. We could have discovered who employed him."
The next morning Alexandria was seated on her throne in conference with her advisors.
"He wouldn't have given up the traitors... They hired a professional. And I must do the same..."
"More mercenaries, my queen?"
Alexandria crossed her pale legs and lounged against an arm of her throne.
"We cannot recruit from our own holdings, the villagers would never stand for it and we would only be sowing traitors into our own ranks. Outsiders are our only option... I hear that the Steel Legion is rebuilding, they are young as of yet and I want to nurture them. Send word immediately to their commander. Arrange a meeting."
"Yes, my queen..."
Maxine Steelborne