Snippet #1304738

Areon

Areon had continued to look at Tuula for a while after she responded to his question. It wasn't difficult to tell that she was indeed worried, her eyes suspiciously moved through the ranks of the suitors and their guards, just like her sister. Areon himself knew of nothing, so he just sat there, as he heard the princess speaking to him, about how she should call him. He looked back at her, his eyes examining her face. His slightly crystalline face appeared to gleam from the show above.

"Areon is just fine, Princess. I am not holding any titles I deem necessary to be spoken of."

The others were chatting like on any other banquet he had seen. There wasn't much difference to that of the villages, when they celebrated a wedding for example. There were only two slight differences. First would be that instead of someone marrying, everyone on his side of the table wanted to get married in the next few days, with the princess, of course. That meant that she had to deal with all the boasts and claims, the attention a young princess of such a country had to deal with. Areon grinned, things went a little different in the human villages of the Frozen North. A suitor usually battles everyone else without weapons or magic for the right to ask for the young lady's hand, well it could turn out like this here, only far worse. The second thing would be the the amount and variation of foods and drinks that were served. There seemed to be plenty, were the food in his home is rare for humans and other creatures. He watched the servants filled the table with nearly anything that looked edible. Areon himself didn't need to eat, but he thought it would be polite. The cooks of the kitchen had gone through all that work, so he took some fruits on his own plate. He thought about cutting them into pieces for a moment, but as he looked at his knife, he realized it was made out of silver. He just bit into the apple on his plate, without worrying about the etiquette much more, it's not like he knew any of it anyways.

Tension started to rise as the blond haired vampire started coughing blood and than went to attack her maid. Areon was about to interfere as she already passed out and was soon surrounded by three others. Seemingly the same time did the princess excuse herself and left the room. Events started happening very fast. The prince seemed to use his ring in some way, as the cold around it got pressed away by the heat it emitted from the magic. The three persons around the blond vampire used some sort of healing magic on her, that seemed to conflict with each other. The conflict seemed to reach a physical level between them for a short amount of time. The twins and the prince followed the princess along the corridor, as did the two persons next to him. Both of them appeared to be human, but they looked... different even to him. Areon found himself caught up in what to do, there wasn't much he could do to help a vampire that wasn't done already, at least not here. Silently, but none the less quickly did he follow the others to the bathroom, the trail of magic the prince left behind was easy to feel. As he reached the room it was crowded by others, most likely the suitors, the twins and the princess' brother. Areon just came in time to see the princess wake up, he sighed in relieve. As he arrived he looked over to the twins, he could see Elaina close to princess and her brother, who seemed to be not as badly affected as the others, and Tuula just guiding one of the suitors out. As the prince carried his sister to the infirmary, Areon found himself checking the temperature of her. Of course he wouldn't find any on the skin, vampires were cold-blooded after all, but he couldn't find any in her blood, which meant it had been some time since she had fed. With the amount she had lost, she should have some quite soon. Areon would offer his, but he hadn't any that would pass as anything more than clear water. He looked over at that human and Tuula next to him, as he spoke, the calm smile ha disappeared from his face, as well as the joyful glittering.

"Her brother knows what he does. She should be better once she had... fed."

This might be why Tuula was so worried. It could have been any of the suitors it seemed, was all that Areon could think of at the moment. If they were about to escape, they would find a way to try that again. The prince seemed to have protected his whole family from that poison working far more worse, but how often could he? He leaned closer to Tuula, his whisper was carried by a slight cold cloud, sealed till it would reach her ear.

"I will go outside and prevent anyone from escaping. I would be happy, if you would help me."

With that he hurried outside, gliding over the ground quite fast. He hoped that he won't be to late and the assassin still in the castle. It seemed like the prince and the servants were much more proficient in finding such persons, it was their home after all. As Areon found the main gate locked, he guessed that the prince had already done something. Still there were those that wouldn't be stopped by a simple wall. Areon's figure disappear in a million particles, the moment he jumped through the window. Once outside these particles started to circle faster and faster, while spreading out around the castle. On their way, these particles collected the falling snow, the ice of every puddle, the dust of snow on the tree branches and formed all of them into this circle, till it was a few good meters away from the castle. It still spread outside, but the inner ring had stopped moving away. It just seemed like there was a heavy blizzard for miles around the castle, it would take a day for the fastest mortal to move across the area it covered. It was so much more of that, the magic within this storm was so build up and raw that it would overwhelm about any magic that tries to pass it, stopping it from working, if it wouldn't be to powerful for the magic of the world itself. Towns in that area were circled, though even they couldn't leave the borders of the city, or be caught in the storm. Areon was carried in the blizzard... no he was the blizzard, till it would be strong enough to stand on it's own.

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Selinia

As Selinia had passed out, she could still feel two ominous powers raging within her. She wasn't a magician, so she couldn't define those two powers. Both tried to heal her, worked their way through her body, but as they met it was like a duel within her. The maid beneath her had been dragged away and taken to the infirmary, she would most likely been dead by the dose of the poison within her circulatory system and the amount of blood she lost to Selinia. After some time it seemed like both powers had taken into effect on her, she felt strengthened and relieved, thought still a little weak. She tried to rise, but her body wouldn't respond the way it should. She tried to open her eyes, but all she could see was blurred and unfocused. Thanks to the magic that had been applied to her, her body easily overpowered the poison and its effects within her. She closed her eyes again and was about to rise up, as she felt a pair of arms holding her. Would she been able to, she would have most likely have torn them off from the body they belonged to. She was to proud to have herself getting carried like a weak child, yet she couldn't do anything against it. Around her were the whispers slowly growing louder and louder, but she couldn't understand a word right now. She seemed to have lost a good amount of blood as her body tried to push the poison out of her veins. As she was getting carried to her room, she passed out again.

She slowly awoke in her bed, the thoughts in her head running wildly. She couldn't focus on a single one now, which was more urgent was a a feeling she had... Thirst. She smelt the other person in the room, before she would see him. She knew that he, and she was sure that it was a male, wasn't a servant. The servants would have long left, they knew what would happen once she would wake up. They weren't sure if the King's orders would matter much to Selinia right now. Now she slowly rose her head and sat back against the massive bed's headboard. She opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her. Immediately did she recognize him, it was the man from the banquet... Lord Zakia. Slowly did the thought about feeding from him crawled into her mind. Indeed she as well wanted and needed to, but not him, not now. As she spoke, her words came out strong, though it was easily to perceive that it was just acting.

"L...Lord Zakia? Were you the one... who had helped me? Thank you."