Private Tales Golden Spoons and Gucci

[Mariana]

Her first instinct was to use magic. To take out one of her magical tattoos. But she knew she couldn't let him see it. Her brother had explained the dangers of her having magic and not attending the Academy, especially since she didn't want that dreadlord life. She and her family would be reported and she'd probably be forced to attend.

So, she stumbled back into the wall behind her. That open aired window next to them filtering in the muffled sounds of guests in the courtyard below. He made sure to angle his body so he wouldn't be seen by any curious guests looking upwards. Out of the corner of her bright, blue eye she thought she saw something slide along the floor toward them.

But the man's voice brought her attention back to his sneering face as his other hand came up and gripped her jaw roughly. She tugged her wrist roughly, trying to get out of his grasp.

"Let. Go. Of. Me," she hissed which only caused the man to chuckle darkly, his grip tightening on her skin.

"Such fire and beauty. Do you know how rich I am? How powerful my family is? That no matter what we do here? No one will believe you. I could just-,"

Mariana jerked her knee upward, getting sick of his droll monologue followed by a fist to his stomach. He released her with a grunt of surprise and a very ungentlemanly string of curses. She lunged to the side only to feel one of his arms snake around her waist as he threw them both to the floor.

 

[Alistair Krixus]

The wrestling on the floor continued for a little longer before Mariana would notice, and maybe the idiot noble may as well that the sound in the room suddenly dampened. The room was not completely mute, but no sound would escape at this moment. And there, standing in the doorway, was Alistair with a look of ice-cold rage juxtaposed firmly against the typically calm expression that usually accompanied him.

When he walked forward, it was like the sound of his footsteps was the only noise not being dampened. When he gripped the man by his collar, he yanked him up with so much force that it was as if Alistair was handling a toddler.

His eyes, arms, and neck were glowing with arcane runes as Alistair's grip only tightened on the man, his hand now firmly wrapped around the would-be assulter's neck.

"Rich? Powerful? Here in my home?" Every word seeped with a fury that threatened to overflow into full-on yells of rage, but Alistair maintained what little demeanor he could possibly hang on to.

"I should kill you here and now, but I will not. First, I'm going to ruin your entire family. I want you to watch that, to be reminded how truly rich and powerful you really are. Only then am I going to kill you, as inhumanly as possible in front of the world to see. So that they can know how you tried to make my sister less than human."

The hand that gripped the noble's throat was glowing a soft blue as a thin sheet of ice was slowly creeping up his neck.

Mariana