Snippet #2081109

"I never said I wanted to be the blasted, bloody Queen," she hissed, but otherwise kept quiet, walking down the corridor until she came to a large metal door. Aethyra pressed against the door, huffing with effort, until it finally gavem and she stumbled into the now open room. It was dark, save for a circle in the middle of the room, lit by a single flickering lantern. She stepped close and studied it, coming to the conclusion that it absolutely had to be magic that kept the blasted thing burning so long. Kneeling down, the pale-haired heir noticed many shards of strained, shattered glass that absolutely pulsated with something dark, centered around the circle. Everything was wrong here.

She stayed silent, letting the hunter mentality come into her, swiveling her head side-to-side, pupils large as she surveyed every inch of the room. Her eyes looked ethereal, and she tilted her head, trying to pick up on any un-natural sounds. Any worries about Alain, looking odd, or being angry had disappeared from her mind.