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"A maiden...only at your leisure," This earned a subtle scoff and a smirk from Medja. She set down a glass that a servant had poured for her and folded her arms across her chest. It was no secret that the Empress of Amol-Kalit took many lovers, yes, but it was hardly a choice made at liesure...

Medja sensed eyes on her form, and surely enough, the lord of House Iskandar seemed to be casting an appreciative gaze upon her. However, she paid this little mind. She was not unfamiliar with how time affected the body. Whether Iskandar was merely appreciating fine art or perhaps reminiscing on...

The woman tittered, her arms folded across her chest and a thoughtful hand at her chin. "I am Empress of Amol-Kalit. Let us enjoy the amenities that come with that title," she turned and began to drift towards the chamber's exit, some of her Hands quite quickly exiting to go prepare a more...

"I know. I know," was the whispered response Medja was able to muster, stroking Nymeasha's hair in an effort to provide her some small shred of comfort. If only Medja had known better. If only she could have predicted what might become of the darling young woman who'd only come into her life a...

A throaty hum emanated from the regent Empress as she fully considered the man's words, his body language, his tone and expression. It was difficult for a human to achieve in one lifespan what one could given several, but every now and again Medja was reminded of just how sharp a rival a person...

To be robbed of choice. Such a thing was miserable, yes, but what kind of choice was this? This was already someone Medja cared deeply for begging for release from her mortal coil. Could she really accept her torture as well? "Is death itself not suffering enough? The sudden and violent end...

The Viper of Salitra was no more. Before Medja was only a scared, tired, and broken child. Their hearts shattered together. Medja gave the girl what comfort she could, holding her for some time before guiding her to sit on the nearby stairs. She sat alongside Nym in the waning moments of their...

Medja sighed and withdrew her hand in resignation. The girl's heart spoke true. Nymeasha wanted not for mercy; death was mercy. If that madness which ravaged her father ran in her blood too, then...then perhaps she was right. While healing magic could do many things, while it might restore a...

Now it was Medja's turn to let the mask slip. Her lips thinned and she swallowed dryly, choking back her frustration. Her hands balled into fists once more as she fought the urge to slap Nymeasha. "Stupid girl...you're so young. You can start again. I can make sure you're comfortable. You can...

"Hate me," Hearing that, and seeing the dam holding Nym's emotions back break, felt much like the spear that the Emperor had once driven into Medja's heart. Nymeasha was broken and hurting, yet it was too late for Medja to truly do anything for her. "There are plenty that do. Many of my own...

Pregnant silence filled the room as Nym finished speaking. Finally, Medja let out a sigh, squeezed her eyes shut, and pinched the bridge of her nose. If only this could have been easy. Nym held her head high, but everything else about her told a different story. While the girl clung to that...

For a moment, Medja allowed her levitation to dip, and the toes of one foot to grace the floor. She felt through the stone Afanas' heatbeat, and did not need to linger in search of a shift in its pace to know that he wasn't lying. In a moment more, she was floating once again. The man loomed...

There was something ever so quaint about a man who thought himself older, wiser, more skilled at the game than Medja herself, simply because his skin bore wrinkles and hers did not. Already Lord Iskandar was making plays and prodding at defenses, testing his words and wit against the stony...

"Summoned" was putting it lightly. "Brought in" might've been more apt, but by the emphasis the girl put on the word, they both knew that there was venom behind it. Nymeasha looked as though she'd been put in a tumbler with the roughest stones the Empire could muster. Time had not been kind to...

"Undying," the man said of himself, and with a pale complexion, an intolerance for sunlight, and a mode of transport only a ghoul could love. The dots were not so difficult to connect. "Indeed? And do those bells ring true, or do you merely fashion yourself as a vampire?" the Empress asked...