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Liliana lowered her hand, keeping her mask and not sneering at the ignorance of the insult he had just given her. "Of course they do." The Lady agreed, though did not share her opinion that her families hands had been what created Vel Anir. Not some paltry peasant digging out barnacles from the...

Liliana did her best not to sneer in disgust as the peasant Minister spoke at her with a full mouth. Revulsion curled beneath her skin as she watched him chew. Wondering if his mother had ever bothered to teach him manners or if the failing was more on the man himself. She decided on the...

Atrien Lorel shifted in his seat, eyes flickering over the Initiate's below as the bouts began to line up. His gaze lingered on one in particular, lips drawing to a thin line as he studied her. Liliana watched her father curiously for a moment, though didn't press as her own eyes sailed over...

https://images2.imgbox.com/9d/13/pPTuJEV9_o.pngAniria - The Academy In the Old Days, when Liliana had attended the Academy, there had been frequent 'shows' of each Initiate's progress. These displays had been meant as a way for the Great Houses to further study and learn more about each...

As an explosion tore through the wall and sent scattered debris all along the courtyard, Liliana found herself suddenly ensconced within the arms of her husband to be. Dust and rock showered over them, though miraculously none did seem to get on her dress. As she pushed herself away, Leander’s...

“I hate your eyes.” Liliana nearly stabbed him in the throat with her heel. It's point had been specifically filed down to a sharp tip for just such an occasion, though she managed to keep her thigh from flexing as the little wretch agreed to her terms. At least he wasn't going to be entirely...

Liliana Lorel had not said a single word in two hours. Instead, she had spent that time utilizing the discomforting tactic of staring at her carriage companion with a face which could make a field of wild flowers wilt. The pure, seething rage which flowed through her veins acting as fuel in her...

God these kids made so much fucking noise. It was like they didn't realize she had all the solutions they would ever need, if they would only give her a second to think. Liliana closed her eyes, faced scrunched together and index and thumb gently pinched and massaged at the bridge of her nose...

The girl's mind was dulled for now, but she would recover, likely with a haze of just how she had escaped or gotten to where they were going. Liliana turned away from the Elf, her attention rounding onto Everleigh as the voices echoed in the shack beyond. Two cross impulses struck her at once...

Liliana's eyes became wide as saucers as the elf girl cried out. The sound of her voice somehow more distressing than the stench within the room. There was something abhorrently...real about it, something that even the most die hard and reverent xenophobe could deny. Pain lanced through her...

There was a second, a beat, her gaze flickered to Everleigh, to the child. She didn't care. She didn't give a single fuck about any of the elves still stuck in their cells and paddocks. All of them could die for all she cared, what she wanted, what she needed was to get the fuck out of here...

Liliana listened to the words carefully, parsing through them with the added understanding of her informants. Most gave more away when they spoke than they thought. A fact which she had come to realize quite quickly over the years. If properly coaxed, the average man and women were more than...

Liliana froze. Her fingers had been clinging to Everleigh, holding her weight tightly enough against her side that she practically seemed to carry her. Her eyes had been flickering in an almost constant and paranoid fashion. Watching anything and everything moving around them, darting back and...

"Ah yes." Ord said as he glanced down at his armor. "An adaption of the Ogres." Liliana raised an eyebrow, feigning interest. House Virak may have long supported the Guard and Vel Anir's more militaristic ways, but that didn't mean she gave half a shit. What did she care for armor and swords...

Rage bit into her once more as she inspected the state Evie was in. How dare that man do this. How dare he touch what was hers. A scowl drew across her lips as she silently raged besides her companion. Fingers gently grasping her side and shoulder as she helped Everleigh stand. Concern...