SCARLETT CRAVEN
KNIGHT OF LYDEL
LORDS OF VALOUR second in command %7C? Goddess of war ?%7C[/font]
The King's Guard
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Post by SCARLETT CRAVEN on Jan 18, 2011 3:15:50 GMT -6
Scarlett went out of what seemed to be Kain´s planning room. She disliked the idea of that creepy sound in the roof. Her face was full of fear and as she walked step by step she looked everywhere, she pulled put her sword as she leaned in the wall, and walked trough the whole hall. her heart was beating so fast that she feared someone could hear her. Her forehead was sweating and so her hands, thing that wasnt good since she had to held very strong her sword in case someone appeared. She would never admit it, but she certainly knew that if she run with Kain inside his manor again, she wouldnt have the luck she had last time. Every step was taking, made her legs tremble, every noise sent her shivers down her spine. She was hyperventilating. She knew that listen to Rowan wasn't clever, she should have gone up stairs, not him, he could barely stand up. Then she heard something else, a noise, and it was above her head. She wondered what was that sound, she prayed that wasn't Rowan. If it were Rowan she could at least hear his screams. But she didn't heard his voice, she hated no hearing his voice, what if he was hurt? what if he fell unconscious? what if... She stopped thinking and gain some guts and ran trough the hallway, she didn't cared if she was caught in the middle of her great escape, she needed to make sure if Rowan was OK. They were together in this mission, she would never let him fall, that was her job, that more than a job was a duty she enjoyed, Long Life to the Prince Rowan from Lydel. She kept thinking as she ran up stairs. Once she was in the second level, she looked everywhere and for her disgrace she saw blood running out of a door. She froze for 1 second that seemed eternity, the wind stopped carrying her hair for her run, her eyes widened and her mouth opened, her lower lip started to tremble, her hands got dry as that second finished and her face totally changed, her eyes became fierce and her hands held her sword with such incredibly strength, while her she growled and took firm steps toward the room that was filled with blood. She didnt wanted to see what was inside, but she needed to see if Rowan was there. She took a deep breath and opened the door with one hit, her sword shone trough the room, the noise of her sword´s edge cutting the wind made her feel so what powerful, it was ridiculous, but thats what she felt. She saw then one young woman and ... was that Rowan? She felt her legs falling to the floor, her eyes were suffering just to see him, his poor body was laying in the cold and wet floor, filled wit blood everywhere. Scarlett´s eyes started to drop tears, as she saw the figure of the prince so destroyed. She tried not to sob, she couldn't be crying! She had years with out dropping tears! why now? But she looked at his face, or what was left of him, she looked at him not trusting what her eyes were looking, she felt like her world was going down, slowly, everything was fading away. Then she realized how important was Rowan for her, he was more than just a brother, her whole world shacked as she saw him there. She forgot her name, her status, her age, her look, her heart was broken. And her life would never be the same after that. He needed to be awake, he needed to survive. He couldn't leave her. Dont ever leave me... Those words crossed her mind, those simple and unique words, the one that she told him just before enter to that fucking manor. And it was all her fault, she knew it wasn't a good idea to bring him there. The king was going to kill her and she would totally deserve it, she would be waiting for her death, with out him, life wasn't worth it. She looked at the woman who apparently hurt him. Scar growled so intensely to her, her eyes were knives, she didn't took long, as soon as she could, Scar let her blade went trough the woman, unfortunately, she hoped to at least make a scratch on her leg as her sword fell cutting the wind. She took it back from the floor, and turned to face the evil woman that tortured the poor soul that now was next to her. She wanted to stay in there, to hold him in her arms, to whisper him that he was going to be Kay, even tell him that going upstairs wasnt clever as she huffed before. She could almost sing him a song, and she wouldn't do that to anyone. Her breathe become inconstant as she looked at him a few seconds, time was gold in those cases. And if she didn't looked to the woman, she could end up with out head. Her eyes looked at Rowan still, she was telling him with her eyes so many things. Her eyes were full of feeling toward him, he couldn't leave her, he just couldn't, what would she do with out him? A sudden idea crossed her mind. She could kill that woman, or.. an there was no more thought. The woman had stabbed Scarlett´s shoulder with what seemed Rowan´s sword. unfortunately that shoulder had a black history, it was the one that Kain stabbed too, just days ago. Scarlett´s face went pale, but her eyes never stopped seeing Rowan, it was so shocking to see him like that. Scar´s eyes went blurred as she turned her gaze to the woman. Scar started to felt the hot red liquid getting out of her body. The sword was still in there. And then she had no option but to start plan B. She was still on her knee´s so she took the blade with her good arm and hand and pulled it out. The sound of her skin, her bones and her muscles, was terrifying her, but she had to make it. The blade was out, and the blood started to run down her arm and her mouth. She needed to finish with that. NOW. She looked at the woman "Why would you foolish woman stab the Princess of Lydel?" she coughed and she spilled blood from her lips.She just wished the woman believed her lies, because in Lydel there was no princess, not that anyone know of. She moved to cover Rowan from the Lady and then she tried to stand up. "You have just killed my slave" her bitter tone was cold and rude. She wasn't a good actress though, but she was doing it pretty good. She needed the lady to believe that she was the royalty and not him, so she can threw Rowan outside and pray for the lord that someone help him, so she could take his place in the Manor. "And who are you?" her tone of voice didn't changed. She was just like she was, no acting besides the title. She discretely looked back at Rowan and winked an eye to him. She just hoped he didn't screw it by making himself the hero. She just prayed he could make it out of this one.
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Post by ROWAN ALEXANDER STANFORTH on Jan 18, 2011 9:05:51 GMT -6
His broken noise was making it difficult for him to bring in the breath he needed, especially with his mouth filled with blood. He spit out blood, trying to clear his mouth so he had some sort of breathing. He spit once more, but the blood was so thick that he felt like he was choking on it. The kick to the face hadn't done him any good, but the knee was what was making him struggle so much. He opened his eyes now, staring at the ground he was lying upon. There was so much blood. His blood, for he knew he had only given her a scratch with one of his knives. He put his hands to his side though, trying to push himself back up. He couldn't give up. He couldn't fail Lydel, or Scarlett, but most of all his father. If he died, who would take care of the man? Rowan had made a promise that he would never leave him. And he wasn't going to break a promise. So he managed to push himself up in on shaking arms. He could do this, he knew he could.
Feeling her beside him, Rowan listened to her words. She was right. He hadn't been expecting this when he had come here. He should have never taken advantage of the fact that this place was so quiet. That had put him on edge, and he should have listened to his instincts instead of his want to please his father and Scarlett. His father had always taught him to listen to his instincts, and he was a fool for not listening to that important lesson. He was a fool for splitting up with Scarlett as well, and fear filled his heart. What was happening to her downstairs? What if someone had found her, and she was going through pain? He would be responsible, and he would never forgive himself. It was then that his feelings became clear for the young woman. He cared more deeply for her than just a brother. They weren't related in any way, and he was glad for that. He cared for her, and he could never see her hurt because of his choices. He had to make sure she was alright, somehow, someway. But he didn't want her coming up here. This woman was too cruel, and too strong. He didn't think Scarlett would stand a very good chance, even though her skills were great. This woman was blood thirsty, and he didn't think she would stop until she shed blood on any opponent.
Suddenly he felt a weight upon his back, and he was brought back to the floor without much of an effort on her part. He was still fighting, but that didn't mean he was strong. Rowan was weakening below her, and that much was obvious. He lay with the side of his face pressed into the floor, closing his eyes against his embarrassment and his shame. He wasn't afraid of her. He knew what she was capable of, but he wasn't afraid. He was afraid of not coming back to his father and to Scarlett. Those two people were what were driving him now. His wrists were suddenly pinned to the ground by knees, and he groaned in his frustration and his pain. Her weight was putting pressure upon his side wound, and it was not pleasant in the least. He tried pushing himself up again, or at least rolling over to get her off of him. He could fight a little if he freed his hands. But she was too strong, and he was too weak. There was no match. He felt fingers running through his hair, and he was suddenly revolted. She had the nerve to touch him like that after all she had done? Hearing her whisper as she pulled his head up, he tried to free himself.
"Get off of me."
Instead of complying however, she made him look at the floor. His gaze widened as he saw the extent of the blood on the floor. It was pooling beneath him, and he didn't know how he was still awake. The truth was, he was slipping in and out of dizziness and being light headed, so he didn't know how much longer he had to hold on to consciousness. He needed to keep trying. Feeling her breath on his skin made him want to turn away, but her grip in his hair was too great. Closing his eyes now, he fought the urge to be sick, and then heard her next words. More to come. He didn't have anymore to give to her. Growing frustrated, he spoke up, still trying to defend himself and fight back in some way, the only way he could.
"You think you're powerful because you've managed to get a man to the ground who was already wounded in the first place? You're pathetic."
He was giving himself more trouble, but at this point he didn't care. He didn't think he was going to live through this, so he might as well make her a bit more angry. She heaved his head up though, and he felt the blade tightening against his throat. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, he felt the blade push into him, starting a small cut that he was sure would turn into opening his neck. No. He wasn't going to die. Not like this. She spoke again and he forced a laugh out. However, it was cut short when he felt her tongue licking his cheek. Well that was revolting. He did all that he could to pull away, realizing she was licking his blood. She was sick and demented, and he was not going to enjoy this.
"Fun for who?"
His voice was straining though, and it was obvious he was fighting to hold on to the conscious world. It was a struggle, and he wasn't winning. He waited for what was to come, but was suddenly aware of the door being thrown open. No. Not Scarlett. No, she had to get out of here! He couldn't see her suffer at the hands of this woman. He struggled to get up now, his fighting spirit renewed as the woman he cared about the most came into the room. He wanted to tell her to get out, but there was only so much he could do with a blade at his throat. Groaning in frustration, he tried picking his hands up, but the woman's knees were locked tight upon them. They were so tight that he was losing feeling in them. He tried escaping from her grasp on his hair, but if he did, she would surely cut his throat. It was then that he heard Scarlett's words. No. He wouldn't let her.
"She's lying. My name is Rowan Stanforth. I am the Prince of Lydel. Let her go."
He said quickly and quietly, sealing his own fate. She would believe one of them, but he wasn't sure which one. He knew Scarlett was trying to save his life, but he would never allow it. She would not suffer like he was. At that moment, his body stopped struggling, for he was winded and weak. He couldn't fight anymore because of the damage she had inflicted upon him. He didn't go limp, for he was still tense, but he didn't move. He just wanted to rest his head on the ground. She was pulling tightly on his hair, and it certainly didn't feel pleasant. Trying his best to ignore it, he knew that Scarlett had been stabbed. He would never forgive himself for this. He waited now, breathing heavily, laboring to gain the breath that he needed. He was certain this woman had broken a rib with that kick to his abdomen. He had to get Scarlett out of here.
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Post by MISTRESS DENNA GODAVARI on Jan 18, 2011 18:16:21 GMT -6
The spoils of torture always outweighed the consequences of her actions, She was raised with an upbringing of pain, and suffering. These feelings...these enriching emotions make you powerful.
"You think you're powerful because you've managed to get a man to the ground who was already wounded in the first place? You're pathetic." His voice was slightly muffled, but cold and curt as ever. As she pushed his face into the standing blood. "I have more strength in me, then you can ever imagine little boy....Fighting...will only make is WORSE!" Stroking his hair again, she dragged him to his feet. Hand still wretched in his hair, knife dancing delicately against his throat. His body brush against hers, to act as a human shield.
"You being at your peak...young warrior, Would sadly have no effect, on the training with the Mord'lyath You would still be in the same position, as you are now." Gripping her hold tighter, and between clenched teeth, she Smiled. "Bleeding, and on the verge of death......"
"Why would woman stab the Princess of Lydel, You foolish woman?!"
Looking to the smalled framed girl with a glare, removed the dagger and shoved the young warrior to the floor in a big tattered heap, stepping over his body as if he were nothing and stalked closer to her, to stand in front of the small girl, and quickly grab her by the throat. Her companion quickly came to her rescue in an atempt of words. Struggling with his body to not give up.
"She's lying. My name is Rowan Stanforth. I am the Prince of Lydel. Let her go!." [/b]Denna's eyes widened with anger at the girl, her blue eyes, turned into a stark emerald green, anger surrounding her aura, her grasp tightening, she tossed a glare at the young warrior.
"Rowan...Stanforth....What.a.pleasure...And I thought your clan commanded large armies, and here you are....in a snivvling heap upon my floor." Denna leaned over and spat on the young man in disgust. Turning back the the young girl, "Who's the liar now?... The Prince would have stood a better chance against me"
Advancing on the girl and grabbing her by the arm, with such a strong force, close to breaking her bones, holding her against her back to Denna's chest, dagger brought back to her neck. "I think it shall be an even trade....this pretty little liar" Denna leaned into her soft blonde hair and inhaled the young girls perfume
".....for the pitiful excuse for a slave" Pulling the girl from the room, and down the hall, fighting with her to keep pace, To wards the stairs. "Gaurds......get that dog... out of here" Glaring back at the slumped body. "Tell him, if he wants....his Princess back, he better bring all his armies....or someone to negotiate, On the morrow......" Sliding a finger under her chin so, she could meet eyes with Denna."Or I shall spill...every last drop...of her blood along the countryside" and with that Denna, socked Scarlett in the face with all her might, and flung her unconscious body over her shoulder.
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Post by ROWAN ALEXANDER STANFORTH on Jan 18, 2011 20:00:53 GMT -6
He had no fight left within him. He had lost way too much blood to even be functioning right now. He needed to rest, he needed to sleep. It was calling to him even now while he was within this woman's grasp. Rowan fought the urge as best as he could, but it was turning out to be a lot easier said than done. He resisted the urge to groan, even though the pain that filled him was almost too much to bare. He had too many injuries to pick himself back up. She had ensured that he wasn't going to get up anytime soon. Closing his eyes tightly, he suddenly felt the hard pressure on his head. She had slammed his head into the floor, and into the blood that puddled around him. His blood. He was going to be sick. His stomach was churning, and he was doing his best to fight the nausea. But as soon as the blood entered his mouth, he lost it. His stomach heaved, and he vomited from the shock and the trauma that had been inflicted upon his body. He was gasping for air because of his weakened state, and she saved him by moving to pick him up.
Fighting was only going to make it worse. That was what she had said, right? He found he was swaying as he stood, so numb now that he couldn't even feel the pain pulling him up by his hair would naturally bring. He staggered, unable to keep himself up because of his leg that was shot clean through, as well as the fact that she had basically almost killed him. If Rowan didn't get medical help soon, he was going to die. He couldn't leave Scarlett. However, this life was getting harder and harder to cling to. He coughed out as he stood, being forced to lean against her as he was used as a human shield. Blood flew from his mouth as he coughed, and he knew that he was truly a sight. Blood covered his face, and it was all his. Blood covered the floor, and it was all his. Blood covered him, and it was all his. This wasn't going to end well for him. His head threatened to fall forward, and it did. He felt the knife she was holding against him slicing into his throat, which caused him to throw his head back. He couldn't believe this. What would his father think? What would his father say? He would have been so disappointed.
Rowan became aware of Scarlett's presence in the room, and he tried to fight for life. But she had shattered him, in more ways than one. He watched as Scarlett was stabbed to the shoulder through bruised and swollen eyes. No. His voice croaked as he spoke up, not wanting her to die because of him.
"No. Not her."
He wasn't making much sense now, and the last of his fight died with him as he was thrown to the floor. Rowan landed with a smack, hitting his head once more as he landed. Groaning on impact, he rolled himself over onto his back, trying to catch his breath from being thrown down. It had knocked the wind out of him, and he was trying desperately to breathe. The broken rib he had sustained was pushing uncomfortably against his stomach, and it was obvious he was struggling to live. This hadn't been a good evening for the Prince of Lydel. However, Scarlett was in trouble. He didn't even hear the woman's words, for his eyes found Scarlett's. And there was nothing but apology there. She shouldn't have come up here. They shouldn't have come here alone. There should have been supporting men behind them, and they should have given a time in which they should arrive home. But no one knew they were coming. No one knew that they were here, and he had just gotten them both killed. He would never forgive himself for this, but he still could save Scarlett. Somehow, someway, he could save her.
Rowan couldn't fight this woman. He couldn't even pick himself up off of the ground. How was he going to save Scarlett from the fate he had rested upon her head? As Scarlett was dragged from the room, he tried calling out to her, but he couldn't find his voice. His eyes were beginning to see only black, even though he was certain they were open. He finally passed out from the trauma upon his body, and laid limp on the floor. It looked as if he was dead, especially with all of the blood around him. The guards that walked in even had a bit of sympathy for the once handsome young man. That shouldn't have been a fate for anyone. They picked him up, one grabbing each arm under his armpits. They dragged him out this way, his heels dragging on the floor and making paths through the blood. Rowan's head rolled to the side, and if Scarlett looked back, she would have been able to see him in the hallway. In another instant, he was loaded into a carriage to be taken away from the castle. They dumped him in the forest, knowing he wasn't going to make it through the night. What an end for the Prince of Lydel.
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SCARLETT CRAVEN
KNIGHT OF LYDEL
LORDS OF VALOUR second in command %7C? Goddess of war ?%7C[/font]
The King's Guard
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Post by SCARLETT CRAVEN on Jan 19, 2011 12:56:00 GMT -6
What and end for the Prince of Lydel -Rowan
Scar´s eyes were just staring at Rowan, she seemed impressed but she tried to make her look just as normal as it could be. She didnt wanted to woman to see that there was a huge bond between them. But Rowan wasnt going to stop, oh how stubborn was Sander, as she used to call him when they were kids, it was a nickname for his middle, Alexander. She sighed in relief as the woman threatened her, that meant that Scarlett did a good job lying, and unfortunately, Prince Rowan´s face, didnt help him a lot. She wondered if he would recover his face and his body sometime in the future. She wished he did. Not for her, just for the pleasure to see him alive, she wouldnt mind him to have a broken face, a broken nose, small eyes, or just a lip. To her, he was the amazing Prince who was brave, loyal, and so many things, he loved kids, he loved nature, he loved his father over all. He loved his people.
"Rowan...Stanforth....What.a.pleasure...And I thought your clan commanded large armies, and here you are....in a snivvling heap upon my floor." the woman leaned over and spat on the young man in disgust. Turning back to Scarlett, "Who's the liar now?... The Prince would have stood a better chance against me" Scarlett´s eyes faced the woman with such an anger. She started to inhale so much air to scream at her what she needed to hear, she wasnt going anywhere with out knowing that Prince Stanforth was as brave as his father. And as strong as a stone. The fact that he was standing next to her in the floor, was just an awful destiny trick, a wicked and sick game of life. Where he seemed to be loosing. But there was still one player, and it was her, and she was going to use everything she had to fight back.
She then remembered something that the King once told them when they were kids, he spoke with so many bravery and wisdom, that she almost wanted to cry at that moment. She feared to never see him again. She closed her eyes and stood in front of the woman, she looked straight in her eyes. She wanted Rowan to hear what she was going to say, that would give him strength, or at least will help him to rest in peace, to rest with honor. Dont talk like that to him. There are many different kinds of bravery. There's the bravery of thinking of others before one's self. But he has made many sacrifices for his family, and put away many dreams. You might wonder where did he put them? He put them in a drawer. And sometimes, late at night, he takes them out and admire them. But it gets harder and harder to close the drawer... He does. And that is why he is brave. Because a warrior cant be determined by the strength in his arms, its determined by the love in his heart. Scarlett drop a tear, as she quoted King Stanforth. The small and helpless tear fell into Rowan´s body. Then she was dragged outside, her arm, her shoulder everything was making it worse. Why didnt they told anyone that they were coming? It wasnt a spy game anymore, they should have been mature and at least let a letter. But no. There wasnt any hope left. As she was dragged outside she looked back at Rowan, he was being dragged outside, she looked at him. And she just hoped he could see her, she had something important to tell him. She said with her lips a single phrase that she will always regret of not telling him before. "I love you", she didnt knew at the end if he saw her. But the next thing she saw was black. She fell unconscious.
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Post by ROWAN ALEXANDER STANFORTH on Jan 21, 2011 8:54:49 GMT -6
OOC: You and Denna can probably post back and forth now, or start a new post for a little while, because there isn't much Rowan can do now, unfortunately.
I'm just trying to figure out a way he can come and get Scarlett.
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Post by MISTRESS DENNA GODAVARI on Jan 22, 2011 3:09:19 GMT -6
Music <3 Denna's Dress Scarlett's DressBathsBathsThe young girl lay upon the stone of the bath, a small set of female slaves made quick work of her bloodied clothing. Denna had made sure that she did not react badly, so she fed her a salve mixture of Red-poppy, and Valerian root. Rubbing it across her lips, the young girl licked away the dried blood and concoction. A natural sedative, to which made her very compliant. "After her clothing is removed and set to burn, I don't want these..colors here.. and make sure she is bathed and dressed" The young slaves took to work ,"Yes, Mistress Denna, we will take great care with her" Washing her hair, and face, scrubbing her body clean of any dirt or oils she may have gotten through her travels, making sure that she was treated with the utmost care. Scarlett was then dotted with rosewater around her neck, and wrist. And dressed in a soft all white gown, with creme colored bodice, and white silken drawstrings. The young woman mumbled incoherently, in and out of consciousness, as she was dressed her hair was bound with two small braids around the crown of her head, and carried by two male slaves, all dressed in black, and brought her to Denna's chamber. She was set upon a flat seat, placed in front of the bed. Her wrists were bound by chains, with a soft velvet to buffer the rubbing. "Bring me food, and drink...I need her to gain some strength back" Denna then nodded and waved away the men, they moved to the outside of the door, to stand guard. Denna walked over Scarlett, and stared down at her. She was a sight to be hold, pink cheeks, and soft skin, her dress white and made of silk the fabric caressed her body like a feather, "I need her to be able to speak...and be heard" Her lovely blonde hair flowing, soft and delicate. Denna gently brushed away a stray hair from her face, and glided her hand across her face slowly, admiring her soft features. Denna sighed, and turned on a heel towards the room divider. Standing behind the make-shift wall, she untied the leather strings that bound her armor, and slowly removed her full bodied suit, stepping out of it as it fell to the ground. Her lean taunt body glistened in the shadows of the room, her skin creamy and silken. Denna then pulled the tie, that bound her long french braid and let her hair become unbound, cascading down gently to the middle of her back. Stepping from behind the curtain, body the resemblance of when she was first born, hair covering half her body . She sauntered over to her wardrobe and flung the doors open and pulled out a soft, and silky gown. Black and blood red in color, and with long sleeve accents, it fit her snugly, and accentuated her every curve, Thrusting her breast to the edge. Dawing the clothing, she made her way back to Scarlett, and tried to rouse her awake. Crouching to her knees before her, she ran her fingers through her hair, beginning at her neck and gently massaging, until she awoke. "Hello..My dear.. I need you to awaken.." Leaning in toward Scarlett, staring down at her lips, Denna's fierce blue eyes shone with lust. Pink and wet lips begged to be kissed. Leaning in she met with Scarlett, and tilted her head into comfortability. Keeping her hands behind her neck, she massaged her some more, and deepened the kiss. "So...soft.. and sweet" Denna mumbled against her lips. Scarlett let a moan escape her lips, and Denna's hand slowly slid down towards the edge of her dress, and then upwards. Feeling the soft skin of her thigh. Denna then leaned in further sliding her tongue across the young girls lips. Her gentle hand caressing her soft skin. "Awake... my sweet.. I need for you to head my words.."
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SCARLETT CRAVEN
KNIGHT OF LYDEL
LORDS OF VALOUR second in command %7C? Goddess of war ?%7C[/font]
The King's Guard
Posts: 89
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Post by SCARLETT CRAVEN on Jan 22, 2011 17:04:02 GMT -6
Scarlett saw few things, one of them was the water, she felt the water runing down her body, she tried to fight but it was useless, her arm didnt help her, so she fell asleep again, she was tired and she couldnt fight the darkness. It was too late, she was in this mess already, but what made her feel a little bit good was that Rowan was safe from the Legion. She was pleased of taking his place, that was her duty, and it shouldnt have ended like this, but she was glad she had taken his place. Its over tonight. she thought as she embraced the darkness.
But she wasnt dead, not yet. She heard a female voice, but her eyes were closed and she couldnt open them, her arm was feeling colder instead of warm, the blood wasnt runing trough her skin, she could feel it, her dry skin. For more that she wanted to, she couldnt, she felt tied to somewhere, she was barely starting to feel things. That smell, that wasnt blood, it was a fragance, she wondered what kind of place was that one.
She managed to wake up, she moved her head, forcing her eyes to open, she wanted to see where she was, was she already dead? That was pretty easy then, she didnt thought that death could be so peaceful, so easy, so ... perfumed? But something broke her thoughts, she wasnt in heaven neither hell. She heard a vocie, a woman´s voice that froze her already frozen thoughts. the voice called her to be awaken, but she knew that she didnt wanted to be alive, not with out Rowan. She knew that he had barely possibilities to get out of there alive, but her hope was too strong. She had faith in him, everyone had.
She felt a breathe near her, and that made her open her eyes, she saw everything blurred, she touched the air, and she knew she was alive, she cursed inside for that, but at least she had the chance to know if Prince Rowan make it, she prayed he would. Her eyes focused in the female that was infront of her, and her eyes went wide open as she didnt saw a dungeon or a prison, she felt awkward in there, she was wearing a dress, for what she could feel, she didnt smelled like blood, when did all this happened? what am I doing in here? what is she doing? she asked to herself so many questions that she opted for remain in silence.
The young woman mumbled against her lips, and she let a moan escape from her lips, she had never been touched like that woman was touching her right now, in fact Scar was virgin and no men or woman had ever touched other place, but her hand, and just to shake it, she disliked people touching her. She tried to move her leg, but this wasnt her kind of territory, she had fought so many times, she had used so many weapons, she should know what to do right now, but she had never been in this situation, so she didnt knew how to react, what to do. She felt scared, but at the lady´s touch, she felt her eyes going up, indeed she liked the touch of her hand in her thigh.
Another moan escaped from her lips, she didnt liked the idea, but she wanted more. She then felt her tongue in her lips, and that mixed with the lady´s touch in her skin made her go for more. She leaned back to the lady, her body asking for more. This was a new feeling, and she liked it. The woman called her to be awake, she needed to hear things, she wondered what kind of things. Were they about Rowan? Im awake she said in a whisper, hoping the lady could speak less and do more.
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