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Speech and Thought colors
Speech #AD0000
Thought #BD7E19
The day had begun early for Baroness Bathory, she had awoken to the sound of her few remaining slaves running to and fro. Her main servant, a butler by the name of Andreas, was standing at the foot of her black satin bed.
"My lady, you have been summoned by the King himself. Seems to be a big to do, a meeting of the well-oft. Shall I send you via the transport? Or will you be walking?" The small girl's body remain still, like a pebble midst a stream, unmoved even by all going on around it. Andreas tightened his lips into a thin line, he wasn't about to allow his mistress to ignore a direct summons, it seemed incredibly important. Lady Eugenia, her predecessor, had never denied the king. Of anything really, whether it be her presence or her body if he so willed it, she gave it. This new lady of house Bathory was so lazy, so aloof. Lost in her own world, her voice was almost a whisper at all times, soft and young. Andreas couldn't understand it one bit. Why wouldn't Lady Eugenia just give him the new ruling position he had served her for centuries. But, no instead he was given this child. This child who's eyes saw into his very soul, judging him, whenever she looked directly at him it was as if he were nude and on display. Vulnerable for all to see. He hated her. She made the hairs on his neck stand on end.
"I shan't ask you again madam. Arise and be off. Lady Eugenia would never-" Just like that in a blink of an eye Millicent was behind him, Lady Eugenia's dagger to his throat, her eyes alert like a Lioness on the hunt, Andreas felt the razor sharp blade slice his neck to where a bead of his deep crimson blood formed on the tip of the black metal.
"I'd appreciate it immensely if you closed that ever prattling void of a mouth." She lowered the blade and walked around in front of him, he towered over her but he was clearly frozen in fear, even he had not seen her make a move.
"I'll be taking the transport, walking would be my end." She turned and began getting dressed dismissing him with one more statement.
"If you ever mention your previous mistress in my presence again or compare me to her. I will kill you without a second thought." Her eyes trained on the taller vampire, his pride withered into nothing, white as a sheet he bowed low and muttered his apology before hurrying out away from the demoness that now ruled him.
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By the time she had arrived at the specified meeting place, she was dressed in a long fine kimono, it was the color of blood with Raven feathers in the pattern. A stunning gown against her pale skin and stark hair. Other well-known vampire lords and ladies were filtering into the auditorium, some Millicent recognized, others she did not. Not that she minded because as she entered everyone around her went oddly quiet, as if her aura alone muted them. Some drew in sharp breaths hoping she wouldn't look at them. The odd rumor about her eyes stealing souls had become fact to the community. Because of this no one would ever meet her gaze and they'd play it off as if they weren't doing it on purpose. It hurt the girl, not enough to where it mattered really. She made her way to a seat and sat down, her slender hand rested on her thigh, she was greeted by the outline of her treasured dagger. You never know when you might need protection. It brought her calm knowing it was close to her. A wicked smile eased onto her delicate face as the king entered, silencing the room completely, the hushed whispers dying off like the burned out embers of a powerful fire. Oh how she longed to have influence as he did. Soon she would possess that respect for herself. Controlling all the vampires without a word. She was close to that now, but definitely not as well as the king. Something about him was awe-striking, perhaps his age or his experience. Either way, giants fell every day. It was only a matter of time until this Goliath fell as well. Who better to claim the kill than the lovely Baroness from the outlands?
No one.
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Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word
Speech and Thought colors
Speech #AD0000
Thought #BD7E19
The day had begun early for Baroness Bathory, she had awoken to the sound of her few remaining slaves running to and fro. Her main servant, a butler by the name of Andreas, was standing at the foot of her black satin bed.
"My lady, you have been summoned by the King himself. Seems to be a big to do, a meeting of the well-oft. Shall I send you via the transport? Or will you be walking?" The small girl's body remain still, like a pebble midst a stream, unmoved even by all going on around it. Andreas tightened his lips into a thin line, he wasn't about to allow his mistress to ignore a direct summons, it seemed incredibly important. Lady Eugenia, her predecessor, had never denied the king. Of anything really, whether it be her presence or her body if he so willed it, she gave it. This new lady of house Bathory was so lazy, so aloof. Lost in her own world, her voice was almost a whisper at all times, soft and young. Andreas couldn't understand it one bit. Why wouldn't Lady Eugenia just give him the new ruling position he had served her for centuries. But, no instead he was given this child. This child who's eyes saw into his very soul, judging him, whenever she looked directly at him it was as if he were nude and on display. Vulnerable for all to see. He hated her. She made the hairs on his neck stand on end.
"I shan't ask you again madam. Arise and be off. Lady Eugenia would never-" Just like that in a blink of an eye Millicent was behind him, Lady Eugenia's dagger to his throat, her eyes alert like a Lioness on the hunt, Andreas felt the razor sharp blade slice his neck to where a bead of his deep crimson blood formed on the tip of the black metal.
"I'd appreciate it immensely if you closed that ever prattling void of a mouth." She lowered the blade and walked around in front of him, he towered over her but he was clearly frozen in fear, even he had not seen her make a move.
"I'll be taking the transport, walking would be my end." She turned and began getting dressed dismissing him with one more statement.
"If you ever mention your previous mistress in my presence again or compare me to her. I will kill you without a second thought." Her eyes trained on the taller vampire, his pride withered into nothing, white as a sheet he bowed low and muttered his apology before hurrying out away from the demoness that now ruled him.
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By the time she had arrived at the specified meeting place, she was dressed in a long fine kimono, it was the color of blood with Raven feathers in the pattern. A stunning gown against her pale skin and stark hair. Other well-known vampire lords and ladies were filtering into the auditorium, some Millicent recognized, others she did not. Not that she minded because as she entered everyone around her went oddly quiet, as if her aura alone muted them. Some drew in sharp breaths hoping she wouldn't look at them. The odd rumor about her eyes stealing souls had become fact to the community. Because of this no one would ever meet her gaze and they'd play it off as if they weren't doing it on purpose. It hurt the girl, not enough to where it mattered really. She made her way to a seat and sat down, her slender hand rested on her thigh, she was greeted by the outline of her treasured dagger. You never know when you might need protection. It brought her calm knowing it was close to her. A wicked smile eased onto her delicate face as the king entered, silencing the room completely, the hushed whispers dying off like the burned out embers of a powerful fire. Oh how she longed to have influence as he did. Soon she would possess that respect for herself. Controlling all the vampires without a word. She was close to that now, but definitely not as well as the king. Something about him was awe-striking, perhaps his age or his experience. Either way, giants fell every day. It was only a matter of time until this Goliath fell as well. Who better to claim the kill than the lovely Baroness from the outlands?
No one.