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The sun was relentless as it speared through the window, the rays luminous as it lit the pit surrounded by concrete walls. The lynx had been prowling the perimeter for a few minutes now, restless even after a vigourous training session with the handler.
She stood in one corner, watching the Asheran Lynx. The Lynxes needed to run, to release the pent up energy. They were caged here as much as she was...
Drea Silvermoor took another swig of wine, having switched to the bottle after the heat trapped in this large training pit had made her drink the water dry. She crossed the room, aware that the lynx watched her every move, and the woman undid the latching to the large door and slid it open. The breeze was phenomenal. She braced against the door and sighed, enjoying the cooling air that came on a lazy breeze. Ot was more breathable than the stagnant air in which she decided to spend her morning, but there was not much else to do in her day to day.
This was her house and home, but it was filled with strangers.
They had been told not to speak to her, but still carried out any request she made for Drea did not ask for much. She was dutiful. She was sure to remain small and insignificant to garner their trust. It simply was not in her nature to be selfish or rude, but the only way to keep her life pleasant as it has been the last few years was to be compliant. It was always easier to show kindness if that was what you wanted in return.
All these thoughts in her solitude, Drea knew what was to come next. The dread filled her stomach. The anticipation made her fists close and tense. The very idea of having to go see him willingly and to ask a favour left a bad taste in her mouth.
To see Lord Goldwyn other than their nightly arrangements to share dinner in his private rooms, rooms that once belonged to her mother and father, was one of the last things she wanted to do. To see his face every day forcefully was to remember that day.
The face of her father, her uncle, her eldest brother. Throats cut before her eyes as she and the rest of her family promised to never raise a weapon in the name of vengeance. That House Silvermoor no longer held power.
Goldwyn kept Drea as a bargaining chip. If her family broke their promise, she would surely suffer because of it.
A nudge brought her out from her reverie and woes.
Drea turned to the pale haired lynx, a colour that once in the light of sun and against the sands surrounding this region, rendered the Asheran Lynx near invisible.
"Oh, go on then." She wrapped an arm under his chin and gave a good rub, which earned a deep purr and the large lynx to lean into it. "I promise I will ask him to take you all on rides. Chaperoned, most likely, but... better than us both being caged up in here."
Because what use was it to ask a devil a favour?
There was always a cost.
She stood in one corner, watching the Asheran Lynx. The Lynxes needed to run, to release the pent up energy. They were caged here as much as she was...
Drea Silvermoor took another swig of wine, having switched to the bottle after the heat trapped in this large training pit had made her drink the water dry. She crossed the room, aware that the lynx watched her every move, and the woman undid the latching to the large door and slid it open. The breeze was phenomenal. She braced against the door and sighed, enjoying the cooling air that came on a lazy breeze. Ot was more breathable than the stagnant air in which she decided to spend her morning, but there was not much else to do in her day to day.
This was her house and home, but it was filled with strangers.
They had been told not to speak to her, but still carried out any request she made for Drea did not ask for much. She was dutiful. She was sure to remain small and insignificant to garner their trust. It simply was not in her nature to be selfish or rude, but the only way to keep her life pleasant as it has been the last few years was to be compliant. It was always easier to show kindness if that was what you wanted in return.
All these thoughts in her solitude, Drea knew what was to come next. The dread filled her stomach. The anticipation made her fists close and tense. The very idea of having to go see him willingly and to ask a favour left a bad taste in her mouth.
To see Lord Goldwyn other than their nightly arrangements to share dinner in his private rooms, rooms that once belonged to her mother and father, was one of the last things she wanted to do. To see his face every day forcefully was to remember that day.
The face of her father, her uncle, her eldest brother. Throats cut before her eyes as she and the rest of her family promised to never raise a weapon in the name of vengeance. That House Silvermoor no longer held power.
Goldwyn kept Drea as a bargaining chip. If her family broke their promise, she would surely suffer because of it.
A nudge brought her out from her reverie and woes.
Drea turned to the pale haired lynx, a colour that once in the light of sun and against the sands surrounding this region, rendered the Asheran Lynx near invisible.
"Oh, go on then." She wrapped an arm under his chin and gave a good rub, which earned a deep purr and the large lynx to lean into it. "I promise I will ask him to take you all on rides. Chaperoned, most likely, but... better than us both being caged up in here."
Because what use was it to ask a devil a favour?
There was always a cost.