Snippet #2427046

Erieda had been staring down at her trembling hands as Alexander took the utensils from her hands. The chill of his skin, caused her to jump a little, pulling her hands to her lap. He was cold. Too cold.

"Erieda." He called and she looked up at him wide eyed, her face ashen a little.

Before he could speak there was a knock at the door. Erieda sort of black out at that point. She didn't really know what happened until Alexander spoke to her again. "Listen, I know you probably don't trust me but I promise you that I'm here to listen if you have a problem that you need to talk about." He said softly and for whatever reason, it calmed her some. She believed him. "I want you to feel comfortable around me..." He said and Erieda looked at him, strangely at first. Her head cocking to one side, like a curious bird. "Before...A few days before I was brought here...I was in War. UnSeelie and Seelie. We are always at war for one reason or other." She began and it was just falling from her lips. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to get warm. "It was personal because the UnSeelie King took the lives of my mother and father. He left me and my younger brother orphaned." She said, her trembling being again. "Our fight lasted for a week, He'd had the upper hand as I was in his territory, he controlled the world around us...He seemed to enjoy it, batting me around like a cat would a mouse and at one point, I wanted him to just kill me to end the humiliation but he'd gotten cocky, and I struck." She said and her eyes seemed to be off somewhere else as she spoke. It was honestly the first time she spoke about what actually happened there. All the other Fae knew was that she'd defeated the Unseelie King, not that she'd been losing and he was just torturing her, for lack of a better term.

No one, not even the Queen herself knew that and yet here she told a complete stranger.

"I can still feel his icy grip." She said with a swallow, remembering how he'd, at one point, encased her in ice. Being a dryad, winter was bad. They were weaker, as most plants died during the winter. So Cold like that, was particularly dangerous. Erieda suddenly felt like the room was closing in on her, her breathing quicken dramatically and she wanted- no Needed air. "I can't breathe." She said gasping, as she stood up, and stumbled away toward the wall. She seriously needed air, space. Something other then the room. She darted to the bathroom, splashing water on her face but it didn't seem to help. She spotted a window and tried to open it but she was weaker with the collar on and it was too heavy. Her gasping become closer and closer together to the point where now she was feeling light headed. Turned, her back against the wall and slid to the floor. Still breathing heavy as in her vision, the room warped into that on the UnSeelie throne room where her 7 day battle took place. "He's... dead." She said. "He's...dead'" She repeated over and over unable to calm herself and not sure what was happening to her.