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Alain Rolands

"Talk about wrong place, wrong time. What have I gotten myself into?"

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a character in “Thorns Within the Rose”, as played by Aufeis

Description

Name: Alain Rolands
Age: Twenty-Six.
Gender: Male

Description: Preferring a lithe build over bulky muscles, slicked back chestnut hair, and brown eyes that know more than they express, Alain looks pretty much like your average joe on the street. With a dual-steel weave tunic (a cloth tunic with finely woven steel fibers in it which is very useful and lightweight, but maybe not quite as protective as something more like chainmail) and leggings, along with thick, rough hide boots with steel plates embedded in them, rawhide gloves, and a cloth cowl, Alain is mostly protected from glancing or light blows from lighter weapons, such as knives or one handed blades, and even the occasional arrow, but mostly, he just relies on not getting seen. A direct impact with something such as a mace or spear would crush or slice right through his 'armor'.

((I can never find a picture I like, if it's necessary, I'll sketch one up.))

Personality

Alain is extremely laid back. His loyalty is very easily bought with whatever he perceives as valuable at that moment in time, though his chief loyalty is always to himself. When he becomes serious, he executes plans and jobs with deadly precision, since they are his livelihood. Alain's moral compass is constantly set to spin towards whoever can do him the most good, rather than the right or wrong of things. (you don't become a thief or a sell-sword because you think about right and wrong.) Alain's attitude is often described as near apathetic as he very rarely lets his emotions show externally, though he is always calculating. He may not be overly intelligent, but he is extremely crafty and 'street smart'. When walking into a room, he can usually find two or three escape routes immediately, with more popping up as time passes. He is definitely not one to sacrifice his own well-being for the sake of others, though he may appear to be at first. Charm is, of course, just another form of lying.

Equipment

Favored Weapon: Dual daggers, one slightly longer as his left handed weapon, while the other is slightly shorter as an offhand.
Weapon Training: Alain knows how to use daggers, short swords, bows, crossbows, and a vast majority of throwing weapons effectively in combat, as well as some training in unarmed combat.
Armor: Because Alain relies on speed and stealth, he has very light armor. Dual woven material in the form of leggings and a tunic are the vast majority of his protection, if one could call it that. He wears tough boots and glove to protect his hands and feet from the elements more so than weapons, and a cowl does little more than keep his face obscured.
Magic: While he doesn't know how to shoot fireballs or raise the dead, Alain is capable of healing moderate to severe injuries (usually on himself) though he does not have a deep well from which to pull magic. His magic is generally an emergency type situation.
Alain's Lucky Coin: A simple looking coin from some other land, though it is very close to Alain emotionally. The coin has little value elsewhere. It is probably the one thing that would procure his attention entirely.

History

On the streets at an early age, Alain had to learn to help his family in any way he could, or else it was out on the streets, or worse...nobody would ask where the little street urchin went if he simply disappeared. Because of this life-style, Alain became very distrusting of others, never truly getting close to anyone and keeping himself emotionally and moralistically detached. Not that morals mean much on the street.

Alain is, for all intents and purposes, a jack-of-all-trades. A skilled thief, with skills ranging from pickpocketing, lock picking, and remaining hidden, even in what should be plain sight, an artful assassin, with expertise in both poisons and traps, and even a self-proclaimed medic, with an adequate number of healing skills at his disposal. When you rely only on yourself, you have to be able to keep yourself healthy, of course. Preferring to fight with speed over strength, and stealth over speed, Alain gets the fighting over with as quick as possible, and isn't bogged down by things like honor or playing fair. If there is a sand cloud to be thrown or caltrops to be dropped, then they will be taken full advantage of. His clothes conceal a series of throwing weapons, poisons, trap components, and on his belt are two savage daggers. Or there would be, if not for the fact that all of that had been confiscated when he got caught rifling through the kingdom's treasury. Locked in the castle's dungeon, he was contemplating when exactly he should pick his way to freedom and leave, when this invasion began. Interesting. So he hung around. Let's see if things stay interesting.

So begins...

Alain Rolands's Story

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Aethyra's skin crawled as soon as Trifect entered the room. She had never enjoyed the man, he always seemed to view her and her family with a gluttonous gleam in his eye. He was close to her Lord, though, and she tried to be respectful. If she did not leave, he would be advising her one day, of course.

"Parthenia may decide at her leisure, Trifect." Putting on a cold smile, she bowed her head to him, an improper gesture to be sure. Women were to curtsy, never to bow, particularly the heir to a kingdom. "A bad joke indeed. Do tell it, I would enjoy to laugh today. It's been entirely too...what word will I use? Demonic." Her eyes twinkled mischievously for a moment, then returned to her usual stone gaze. "The greatest kingdom is by far a stretch, and I'm sure you know that, being the advisor and all. Will you give me no greeting, then? Am I not deserving of one?"

She manuevered herself between him and her guests, her stance protective, gaze steady. The Lord rarely listened to Trifect, which was a definite sore spot for him, that such a "high ranking title" such as himself was ignored. "In fact, could you do me a kindness, Trifect? I believe it is about time for my sister Setia to be awakening and wandering through the halls. Could you find her for me? Bring her here to me? You know how I do adore my lovely sister." Her tone was challenging, daring him to scold her, refuse her, say something dark against her. She would not call for the guards, no, but she had been waiting for years to give him a smack.

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#, as written by Aufeis
Alain watched this newcomer come to the hall, a feeling of unease coming off the man. Alain couldn't quite place it, but there was definitely something odd about him. More paranoia, perhaps, but he also had the feeling he knew the man. After rubbing his chin for a moment, he knew where from, he recognized the name, and it all made sense. The unease, this man... "Trifect...You used to work for the old keepers of the castle. No amount of false pretenses will hide the fact that you had a hand in locking me up, though just as you seem to already know given your sugar coated words. What is to stop me from ending your life right now." He asked angrily, taking to his feet and stepping from behind Aethyra, his hand going to his knife belt and unsheathing a throwing knife. It had better be a damn nice explanation, otherwise this man would find a blade embedded in his skull. He wondered vaguely what the sentence was for killing the royal adviser.

He stopped for a moment to look at Paige, before scoffing, "Knock it off with the 'master' shit. I am nobody's master, just as nobody is mine. You gotta think for yourself, kid, or you are going to die with more regrets than you can count on those hands of yours." Masters, slaves, it was all a bunch of stupid bullshit. People born to power without having to work for it. It was annoying. He had met more kings and queens that he could talk the money out of their pockets if he so chose. Sick, frail, weak, cowardly, corrupt, it all spun around in a circle, and the honest, working man got screwed because of it. He was honestly glad he wasn't part of that cycle, nor was he the honest, working man. He'd rather fight for his money and bread than be throw crumbs like some beast on a leash, "You are a dog on a leash, girl. Open your eyes, most of the people you work under could not care one bit about you. You are disposable. You and every other servant in this castle, and every other castle out there. The sooner you learn that, the better off you will be." He turned his gaze back on Trifect to wait for the man's answer.

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#, as written by Magix
Trifect could only sigh at Paige’s reaction. Had the girl never even heard of a joke before? Perhaps it was a more cruel one playing on the girl’s insecurities, but a joke by his standards nonetheless. “Do not beg forgiveness, it is unbecoming of anyone. I only jest, we are all friends here more or less, are we not?” At first he didn’t say anything to Aethyra. After all he had no intention of leaving to go fetch her sister like some kind of dog. Instead he took his time, noticing Alain study him over, clearly recognizing him. It wouldn’t take long for the man to realize who he was, and he wouldn’t have been so interesting to Trifect when they locked him up, had he taken much longer then he did to figure things out. After all, an impressive and bold young thief like Alain was, was more of a rare thing then one may realize.

With a snap of his fingers, a servant was there to fulfill any demand he made, naturally within reason. “Her highness wishes for her sister, Setia. Please retrieve her and bring her here.” As quick as the servant came, he was gone to find the princess. Trifect still said nothing to Aethyra, and instead poured himself a glass of wine, followed by pulling a seat out for himself. “You complain I have not given you a greeting, yet you’ve not offered me one either. I could ask you the same questions, but it would be quite the useless notion, would it not?You have made your voice heard on the matter, but you really don’t need to pretend with me that you really wanted one. In fact I’m not even sold that my very presence here is wanted, however when you’ve done the job as long as I have, you get used to that feeling. Oh and you’ll have to forgive me, I don’t know many jokes. Though describing the day as demonic, begs the question on what you’ve been up to.”

Finally Alain had put everything together, although he may have just been waiting his turn to speak as well. Trifect didn’t interrupt the man, even when he scolded Paige for her behavior. Perhaps it was words she needed to hear, though it was most likely words that would at least set her uneasy for a bit, making it easier for Alaziabel to get to her more harshly later. “I will not pretend that I knew nothing of your being locked up, in fact I had full knowledge of it. I also knew you were down there, since the day it happened. Of course you do have certain facts mixed up. I never wanted you locked up, I would have much rather employed someone with your unique talents. It’s not often that we see someone with the balls or talent to break into a castle to rip it off. That kind of thing would be quite useful for a man of my stature. After all it’s my duty to know whatever information I can, and someone that could very well blend in as a spy as I’m sure you are capable, well it would be just the person I would love to hire. Alas, the old keepers, as you put it, saw fit to lock you up, leaving us both quite unhappy. Although I must say, I am surprised you hadn’t broken out much sooner then this, let alone allowed yourself to be caught.”


Trifect placed the cane in his hands, through one of the arms of his chair. Then he picked up an apple, from the basket in the middle of the table, and sat in the very same chair. A cup of wine in one hand, the apple in the other and a Thief that could quite possibly want to end his life any minute. To be honest it really wasn’t that out of the normal, seeing as he didn’t get along with many people. “I don’t believe you will kill me now, I believe Alain was your name, correct? Why don’t I think you’ll kill me? A simple reason. It’s too much of a hassle for you. Having to deal with the fallout from it, poor Paige right here will likely be the one to clean up the mess, need I go on? Plus you are a man of opportunity, yes? I would still like to employ you for jobs that would make use of your talents. All you would have to do is name your price.” After he had finished his quite long winded statement, he took a sip of wine, and a bite of the apple. He wasn’t too worried for his life at this point. He’s been up against much scarier things before.

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Alaizabel had been enjoying how distracted the two of them were by her little 'messages'.
The rogue. He was more receptive at first, she could almost see the cogs in his head turning at the ideas she had planted inside of there. It didn't take much to turn his head... that would be useful.
The princess herself was a little more scepticle, the connection made between her and the darkness was too thin at the moment but she was still drawn to the idea. Once her power was back, Alaizabel would be able to exploit this completely and enjoy her revenge.
She was about to send another little message to the man (Alain had he been called?) when a sudden overwhelming sense nearly broke her concentration.
It was... pure. Pure innocence!
Her eyes slid over to the servant who had come in... how was this possible? In all her time she had never come across a human that could hold such purity, it had to be more than just her. And this had to be the girl that Trifect had mentioned, she could see why he had suggested her as a way to recover. She really would be a powerful source of nourishment.
Speak of the devil, the man himself walked in.
It was rather amusing seeing how the princess spoke to him, if only she knew what her dear Chancellor was capable of. But she could not waste anymore time, she needed Parthenia's heart.
There are shadows all over this castle... show me where Parthenia has been.
For a moment she took in the scenes that the shadow showed her before picking out the details she needed.
Alaizabel gritted her teeth, pulling every ounce of magic from her body so that she could pull off this trick. Releasing a deep breath, she stepped into the empty corridor outside, her appearance now exactly like one of the other servants that had been present at the birth.
"Showtime." She murmured, knowing the girl wouldn't resist this trick.
In the servant disguise, she rushed into the room, nearly bumping into Trifect as she hastily curtseyed to the others.
"Forgive me sir, my lady, forgive this intrusion..." Her gaze went to Paige with her face full of panic. "Paige, it-its Ms Sleine's baby.... we don't know what happened... there's something wrong... he's struggling to breath..."
The words all came out in a frenzied rush, her eyes full of desperate panic as she spoke to Paige.

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Parthenia cridged at Alain and Trifect's scolding but said nothing, only murmuring a soft "Yes, Sir. I'll do better." in response to both of them and continuing to look at her lap. She didn't beleive no one cared. Aethrya's cared, didn't she? And Mr and Ms Slenie and their new baby cared. Other servants cared and even the Queen had favored her when she still lived. No, Paige held no deep regrets as she liked to serve and knew that someday, somehow, she would be reffered to as Mistress Parthenia, a noble woman and respected lady of the community. Never again a dog- no, she was never a dog! Then there was a snap which pulled her from her thoughts and Trifect said “Her highness wishes for her sister, Setia. Please retrieve her and bring her here.” shortly followed by footsteps running off into the hall. Parthenia didn't look up from her hands as she had no desire to know which servant had been summoned nor the stunned expression they had on their face. Undoubtably it would be the talk of the wash room along with much of the rest of the castle's gossip. And then, as if to stir up more trouble (though Paige would never make such rash accusations) Trifect went on.

“I will not pretend that I knew nothing of your being locked up, in fact I had full knowledge of it. I also knew you were down there, since the day it happened. Of course you do have certain facts mixed up. I never wanted you locked up, I would have much rather employed someone with your unique talents. It’s not often that we see someone with the balls or talent to break into a castle to rip it off. That kind of thing would be quite useful for a man of my stature. After all it’s my duty to know whatever information I can, and someone that could very well blend in as a spy as I’m sure you are capable, well it would be just the person I would love to hire. Alas, the old keepers, as you put it, saw fit to lock you up, leaving us both quite unhappy. Although I must say, I am surprised you hadn’t broken out much sooner then this, let alone allowed yourself to be caught.” He said in a causual and easy mannor as if it were a normal day and he was simply carrying on pleasent conversation.

Paige heard a chair scoot out and creak mildly as it accepted Trifect's weight. His shadow followed his arm which reatched for an apple as the other hand held a goblet of wine. “I don’t believe you will kill me now, I believe Alain was your name, correct? Why don’t I think you’ll kill me? A simple reason. It’s too much of a hassle for you. Having to deal with the fallout from it, poor Paige right here will likely be the one to clean up the mess, need I go on? Plus you are a man of opportunity, yes? I would still like to employ you for jobs that would make use of your talents. All you would have to do is name your price.”

A grimance lingered on Parthenia's face. Not nessassarelly over the idea of having to clean up the blood and gore if they did decided to duel, but at the prospect of what Trifect was doing. Wasn't he the advisor? Shouldn't he have the uttmost respect for the kindgom as well as the best intentions for them? Mocking them did not seem to support his cause. Was he trying to start a fight? Perhaps he knew something the others didn't, like perhaps Alain was intenting to kill them and he was secret revealing his plans. Although this seemed very unlikely as Paige thought about. Unfortunatly she didn't have much time to think as a servant's footsteps entered the room.

"Forgive me sir, my lady, forgive this intrusion..." Parthenia raised her head now, turning around in her chair to face the girl she recognized as Clairibella. Her hair was messier than she normally kept it and her eyes, normally a calm brown, were wild and wet with tears yet to be spilt. "Clair? What are you doing here? What has frightened you so?" Paige said, standing up from her chair and taking a step towards her friend. "Paige, it-its Ms Sleine's baby.... we don't know what happened... there's something wrong... he's struggling to breath..."

Paige gasped, her hand touching her chest lightly in a gesture of alarm, the panic in her voice ringing true. "No! That cannot be!" Paige turned to Aethyra, "Please, please forgive me, but I am needed." Then, with worry, love and determination swirling in her rich sky blue eyes she said, "Quickly Clair, we do not have any time to waste! Show me where Harding is being cared for!"

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#, as written by Aufeis
Alain raised an eyebrow. A likely story, but any man could come up with kind words when a knife was at their throat, "I stayed where I was because I was interested in this castle, and I was interested in the events which took place in it." He would not speak on his capture. It was no fool's mistake, but rather...he wasn't sure. As he had been taking gold, as quiet as he could and minding the structural quality of the gold pile, the opposite half of the pile decided it was going to slide. An impossible thing, yes, but the noise of the slide was what brought the guards to him, and honestly, it would be easier to lockpick a cell and sneak out, than to fight his way out past guards. So the denizens of the castle had been on the side of luck that day, or something else entirely. This was why he had stayed as long as he had, to find the reason behind the slide; but then of course the castle came to siege, and now here they were. He crossed his own arms as the servant girl scurried out, though once more he felt that twang of fingers on his spine for just a moment. He wasn't seriously letting that little cave get at him, was he? Every person that came in that door wasn't going to give him jitters, eh? What kind of man would he be then?

However, Trifect spoke again, which caused Alain's frown to deepen. Arrogant son of a bitch, wasn't he? He continued to keep his arms crossed, the knife now dangling from his fingers by the blade, "I would prefer my name be spoken less freely as this, if you do not mind. And you would make me laugh, were I not considering to sink a knife in your throat. Why do you imply that I care which dog from this castle cleans the blood from the ground? Is it not their job to clean the floors and such things? It is what they are supposed to do. As for being a man of opportunity, you infer that you provide opportunity. You are the adviser to a castle. The treasury is more in her hands than yours," He pointed briefly at Aethyra before looking back at Trifect, "Yet you intend to have me 'name my price'? What have you to offer that is worth my skill?"

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Aethyra grasped Paige's shoulder stiffly, studying the maid who had just rushed in, Clairibella, her name was. Something about her was off, strange, with the same pull that Aethyra had felt before in the dungeon. She did not trust this girl, not one bit.

"Clairibella. You are different, what has happened?" she pushed herself in front of Paige and studied Clair, scrutinizing her closely. She couldn't hold Paige back, no, the poor girl would explode with worry. Turning back to face Paige, her voice dropped to a whisper, "I do not like this, Parthenia, I do not like her. Something is wrong. I want you to be very, very careful. Do not take anything she offers. Go straight only to the baby, and back to me." The heir hurriedly tugged an amulet from her throat and fastened it around Paige's, watching it gleam unnaturally. "It is an enchanted protection charm, I only pray it can help you if something bad is to happen. Something is happening, and I fear it will be after you if we are not careful. I will not lose you, you are one of the only people I would dare call 'friend' in this disgusting place. Please, return swiftly." Grasping her hand for one final moment, she stood to the side and let her rush off to the baby. Then, nursing an aching temple, she turned to the bickering couple at the table, and sat herself across from Alain.

"Are you two thoroughly finished squabbling like old hens? I fear I'll be put off my tea if you continue." She took a pointed sip of tea at the moment, then took a smile nibble of bread, "I did not realize it was my duty to greet you first, Trifect, I thought it was yours to greet me. Hello, Trifect. I hope the morning has treated you well." Annoyance was pouring off her in waves, and she sincerely hoped the men could feel it.

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Trifect ignored Alain at first. It seemed a more interesting ‘person’ came in. He could tell it was Alaizabel, but the odd thing was that Aethyra could also sense something wrong. Maybe he had underestimated the relationship with the darkness that girl had. Then again, Alaizabel was very weak compared to her normal self, so maybe she just couldn’t hide the scent of darkness well enough. Once Aethyra gave Paige her protective amulet however, Trifect noticed the perfect opportunity to finally weaken it. Maybe she’d notice it after getting it back, but she couldn’t trace it back to him by that point. Keeping a hand under the table he cast the spell weakening the amulet. It wouldn’t do more then mildly irritate someone now. It was the best he could do, without fully destroying the object. After Alaziabel had taken Paige away, Trifect downed his glass of wine, and threw the apple core on his plate in front of him. He stared at Alain for a moment before finally responding to him.

“Do not pretend to know the inner workings of this kingdom boy. Do you think just anyone can walk into the royal treasury? Finances are a delicate thing. Do you think the Lord more willing to pay for a thief skilled in finding information on our enemies that we can exploit, or a one time payment on the whim of a girl whose family had already failed this kingdom once? I can offer more then you can dream. I don’t believe you to be a fool, don’t prove me wrong.” Trifect pulled his cane out from the chair, and layed it on the table. Casting a small light spell, that he’s used many times before, he teleported one of his wooden canes to him. After all, his disguise required the cane. “That is made of pure silver and gold, although it is hollow inside. It was a gift from many years ago. I offer it to you to put the past behind us, in hopes of future transactions. Is this deal acceptable for you? After all, I would hate to have to fight each other here, I’m sure it would ruin dear Aethyra’s meal, and I would absolutely hate to do that.”

Speaking of Aethyra, he looked at her with a smile. Of course his smile may have looked more creepy then happy. “Fortunately for us both, there is no duty that requires either of us to greet first. I am afraid that in a strictly social gatherings, where there is no set goal, my manners may be flawed. After all, in my role in this kingdom, I make more enemies then friends. That comes with the territory however, and I wouldn’t trade my position with anyone. I will try and remember my manners in this sort of moment in the future.” Trifect cleared his throat and refilled his glass of wine. “Good Morrow Princess Aethyra. My morning has treated me well enough, how about yourself? By your earlier description to the day, I believe that something must have happened, care to share? Perhaps an old man like myself can shed some light on something?”

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Alain grunted a bit, casting a glance at Aethyra more out of irritation than anything else. Bickering like old hens. Tch. The man had had a hand in imprisoning him, surely that was worthy of ire. Either way, he listened to Trifect speak. An interesting proposal. Although it had one massive downside. It kept him in this dreary castle. Still he was open for negotiation, "You have intrigued me, old man. What is it you are offering, exactly? I would prefer to travel than be stagnant, and knowing a kingdom's secrets is a dangerous thing. What guarantee have I that when I wish to be done with our contract, you would not simply have me killed? It would not be the first time I was stabbed in the back." He had been too trusting, then. Too naive, "I am no fool. But your claim to not just anyone being able to walk into the treasury is a bit false. Finance is delicate, perhaps, but I was able to do what I willed with the treasury. Like a fisherman cracking a clam, one might say. What is to stop me from doing so again, when your backs are turned? Trust does not come easy in my trade, ser, and I do not think it to come easily in yours."

Alain weighed the ups and downs. He liked his old life. Travel, different jobs, but there was always the threat of being killed in your sleep. With this, he'd be here in this dreary place when he wasn't out doing whatever it was Trifect had planned for him, but the pay would be good, and there was protection behind high stone walls. And there were other pros and cons, he supposed, hesitantly glancing at Aethyra. That was a whole other scale in and of itself. He wanted to leave behind someone who could use his tricks and such, a protege would definitely keep him occupied in his time off, in the least. Still, that was a delicate road. The first and last time he had taken a partner had ended in betrayal. He needed time to think about all this, but he would see Trifect's offer first.

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"Would you two just st--" Aethyra's word was cut off with a gasp, then a gurgled cry of pain. It felt as though her very heart had shattered, like blood was pouring from her eyes. Little did she know that as the amulet had been shattered, so, too, had something shattered in the small heir, something desperate and necessary. She crumpled to the ground, feeling heavy, like a boulder had been placed on her chest. Choking and coughing, she squeaked out a cry of pain, and drug her nails along the stone. The darkness was penetrating her very soul, tearing her apart from the inside out. Parthenia's face flashed in her mind's eyes, and she was somehow able to cry out her name, weak, brittle. As soon as the name passed her lips, however, blood spurted out, a thick and dirty red color dribbling down her chin. A memory from her childhood resurfaced in her mind.

She had been young and stupid then, desperately wanting someone to treat her like she wasn't a china doll that would shatter at any moment. She couldn't get dirty. She couldn't play like the other children. She was lonely, and sad.

Parthenia had been the only one who spoke to her, looked her in the eye, smiled at her. Parthenia was the only one Aethyra called "friend."

"This is going to connect us, you see?" All pale and tiny, Aethyra had looked insane, her right palm bleeding, dripping on the stone. But Parthenia did not scream, or cry, or run. Parthenia wanted to help. "This will make us sisters. Blood sisters. Ok? Promise me, forever."

"Forever." A tiny prick on Parthenia's finger, a quick holding of hands, and the deed was done. Blood sisters. Forever.


Something else had changed that day. Their fates had intertwined. Forever was only the beginning. Aethyra was able to scream, pure and loud. And then, the girl, for that's all she really was, fainted, her fingertips torn from scrabbling at the stone, blood pouring from her lips, and her eyes wide open. Once you gazed upon her eyes, however, you'd notice something wrong; her irises appeared shattered, like glass, the pupil a tiny pin-prick.

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Alain was still looking at Trifect when Aethyra made her noises. A gasp and a gurgle caused him to turn his eyes to her. Was she choking or something? No, it was something else entirely. She whispered something and then began coughing blood. Alain was on his feet and over the table in seconds, kneeling beside her. What the hell was going on? No poison or injury he had ever seen could cause this. Not even any magic he had seen could do this. Then she started screaming and then just as quickly as it started, she passed out, "What in the fuck...?" Alain breathed, looking at her eyes. He waved his hand in front of them, but they didn't respond, "What in god's name?" He didn't waste time. He may not have been a doctor, but anything he could do could potentially help her. Once more the white flame conjured in his hands, and it cascaded over the girl. He had no idea whether this was entirely useless or miraculously curative. Either way, she needed some real help, "I think you will agree, ser, that we cannot have the heir dying in our presence. Bad for business, generally. Medical wing. Where?" He asked, looking at Trifect for the answer.

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"I think you and I are going to be very good friends Paige... but we need to keep it a secret." The words were slurred and confusing but Paige did not like them, not in the slightest. They were evil and cruel and followed by an extreme pain like the life was being ripped from her soul. Her conscieness slowly returned to her, but her vision was blurred and she could not see the face of her attacker. Only the crimson color on it's hand and she demonic smile on it's face.

Parthenia stood still, weakened to the point she thought she may pass out again. Now the bloody hand, the hand covered in her blood, held the amulet. Aethrya had giving it t her, didn't she? Or had Paige found it? It was pretty, but hadn't it shattered? Paige didn't know. She couldn't know anything right now. Her whole body was throbbing in agony and she didn't know anything around her. There was only pain the know.

And slowly the pain was fading. Parthenia could feel her dress being laced up gently and the wetness of the blood on her chest being wiped away, leaving her clean once again. The gashes and hole which had caused her such great suffering where gone like they'd never been there to begin with. Everything was perfectly fine, but Parthenia felt to weak to smile and reassure herself she had suffered a vivid nightmare.

"You won't remember me sweetheart, but I will always remember you... and this is not our last meeting. You have a sweet power inside of you... I will need that power again. So whenever you hear me call your name, no matter what you are doing or who you are with you will go after my voice. You will make sure you are alone... then we'll see each other again." The demon woman, now her new Mistress, swayed backwards and Paige could tell she was getting further away from her. "But until then, you will tell people nothing of this. You went to see the baby, he is fine now but it was a very distressing time, hence why it took you so long to return."

Parthenia understood. This womans voice was beautiful and she desperately needed to serve this new Mistress. She was priority above all else, but only when she called. Paige didn't know how she knew this because she had gone to make sure Harding was okay. The doctors had managed to help him before she had arrived and fortunatly he was doing fine. Paige watched as the woman she could not recognize backed away and seemingly vanish while the door unlocked and creeked open.

With her only support gone, Parthenia's knees gave out and she slumped against the wall, slidding down it until she lay on the cold stone floor. Her body was motionless, except for the slow and irregular rising and falling of her chest. Her normally vivid blue eyes were glazed over and she felt extremely tired and weak. That was to be expeted though, wasn't it? It had been a long day and it was completely natural, even a little sore (which she was). But that didn't explain the distinct smell of copper, very similar to the smell of freshly spilt blood.

After a few moments, Paige forced herself to move, standing up. She swayed a moment, feeling lightheaded and weak, but tried to push through it. Aethyra was expecting her and was probably wondering where she had gone. Paige touched the amulet with glowed with a warning intensity as she quickly hurried down the halls, careful not the stumble due to her sudden fatigue. After what seemed like an eternity, Parthenia reatched the dinning room where the others were and lingered just outside the door, wishing to gather her strength and taking a few deep breaths so to look presentable. She was utterly exahusted but determine to remain loyal to her Mistress, her best friend, and her secret blood sister.

Then she stepped into the room and was stuck like a bullet with the most horrifying scene. Alain knelt beside Aethrya who was on her back, unsconscience, eyes widen and blood dripping from her lips. "AETHYRA!" Parthenia cried out, despite the fact it could get her in huge trouble for using the Heir's first name. The amulet throbbed violently and Parthenia clutched it in her hand. This was the amulet fueled by Aethrya's heart, and if harm came to it harm came to Aethrya, but this was something else entirely. It was almost like the amulet had shattered, but it was entirely whole! That didn't make sense, but there was no time for sense. Parthenia ran foreward with all the small strength she'd managed to withhold and knelt before Aethrya, quickly fassening the precious ward around the Heir's neck.

"Aethrya-" Paige said, sounding frantic, as she thought she was going to lose her best friend and blood sister. She sat beside the girl, her hands gripping the Heir's shoulders firmly, trying to awaken her from the sudden paralysis. In her blue eyes, though they were glazed and tired, was determination and adoration. Her entire body was shaking with effort, the only thing keeping her from collapsing on the floor. But Paige had no intention of fainting away during such a crisis. "Aethyra, it's me; Parthenia! Your protective amulet is back and your heart is safe once again. Wake up Aethrya, I'm begging you! Please be strong! Aethyra!" The anme said five times without her status being properly adressed, and yet Parthenia didn't care. Aehtyra's life was at stake, and tears spilt from Paige's eyes as she had a lingering suspition it was all her fault.

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Trifect listened to Alain, and smiled a bit as he seemed interested. Had the fool royals listened to him, he wouldn’t be having this problem now. He could have had Alain under his thumb for this whole time. No use crying over spilt milk however, he wouldn’t get lost time back, and he himself, had plenty of time.

“You want a guarantee? You won’t know this kingdom’s secrets. As long as you do your job correctly, I don’t see much means in killing someone such as yourself. After all, you’d still be useful. If you don’t betray us, then we won’t betray you. If it comes down to a simple matter of money, we’ll pay better. Every time. As far as the tasks they would... differ. I do not think here is the best place to discuss such things, do you? You would still spend likely more time away from here, then behind these walls if you so choose, and the time you are not working, you are free to do what you please. Take up a room and sleep in, travel to places, whatever you can think of. Though, our kingdom will not back you stealing things from anyone, so it’s best to make sure you don’t get caught. Oh and as far as trust goes, it’s not something I give to many people at all. Were you to take my offer some things would have to be reinforced around here, such as enchantments on the treasury. I do not intend to treat you as someone you are not, and I would hate to have to lock you up because you broke in again.”

Trifect stood up when something began to happen to Aethyra. He couldn’t exactly place it, though knowing what Alaizabel was most likely doing to Paige somewhere else, it was likely the two were related. Although he couldn’t place how. His study of light magic hadn’t been anywhere near as thorough as his study of dark magic after all. Alain was quick to pick her up, perhaps he actually liked the girl? Maybe he was in it for gold? Well his motive’s didn’t really matter now. “We cannot have the heir dying at all. I would guide you there myself, but you can move quicker then a gimp like myself. Out these doors you will make a left. Pass the first turn you see, and keep going straight. Take the next right after that. Pass 3 turns, and on the 4th turn, turn left. Straight down that hallway, you will find the medical wing. Make haste now.”

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Alain listened to the older man's instructions. He may not know the castle at all, but directions he could follow. He hoisted the girl (to no surprise, she was still exceptionally light, even in the weighty dress) and put her over his shoulder. He nodded once as he memorized the man's directions and said nothing more to any of the people in the room. He used his hand to lightly move past the servant girl and then ran to the doors, using his opposite shoulder to push the doors open. Following Trifect's instructions to the letter, he sprinted through the halls, pushing past servants (and a young girl who seemed to be just wandering the halls aimlessly, for what purpose, gods only knew) who happened to get in his way. He honestly wasn't sure what his motivation for doing this was either. He could have let the girl be carried away by whatever pitiful members of the staff whomever would have called, and there would have been no consequence to him. And yet he didn't. He could see potential in the girl, but was that really what drove him? The pursuit of money was inconsequential at this point, Trifect would no doubt pay him whether the girl lived or died, because in a way, he got the feeling the man did not like the girl, and he could definitely tell she did not like him. In the end, as he carried her through the doors of the medical wing, he decided on his reasons were irrelevant. He never acted on the why of things, he acted on what made sense. And for now, getting the girl to doctors as fast as possible seemed to make the most sense.

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Paige followed behind Alain as he ran, carrying Aethyra upon his shoulders. She knew there was very little she could do but offer support and tell him if he made a wrong turn, but she came along anyways. After all, Aethyra was her Mistress, her Best Friend and her Blood Sister. As they entered the doctors quarters, a man ran up to them wearing clean clothing with only a few spots of blood on them. He had tuffs of grey hair on the top of his head and his cheeks were sunken in. There was little coloration in his face, ghostly white as he caught sight of the Heir. "Oh no! Oh dear! What happened?!" he demaned, motioning for soem others to wheel over a padded bed for Alain to lay Aethrya on. "Paige! What is going on?! Come on girl, out with it! Whatever you say could be crutial in helping the Heir!"

Parthenia shook her head. "I-I don't know Dr. Gregory sir! All I know is that when I entered the room she was laying on the floor, her eyes wide opena and she was unconscience. I think she coughed up blood because she was shaking and had a little line of blood from her mouth leading to a little pool of blood on the floor!" she confessed quickly and another nurse behind Dr. Gregory was frantically writing notes onto a peice of paper with a quill. Dr. Gregory then turned to Alain with his firm, charcoal greyish eyes, "And do you know what happened? Can you tell us anymore about what happened?"

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Alain yanked his arm up and in front of his own face, showing it to this annoying doctor, "If you do not calm down, I swear to gods above I will slap you like the bitch you are." He said, putting Aethyra down on the bed indicated, "She stood up, screamed, said the servant girl's name, coughed up blood, collapsed, and then passed out. I imagine it has something to do with magic or something, I did what I could with my own magic, but I imagine it was not much."

He turned back to Paige, eyeing her. Something had happened while the kid was gone, it didn't take a brain surgeon to figure that one out, the question simply was what exactly had happened? She looked fine, without a hair out of place; well, figuratively, anyway, she now looked quite disheveled with the turn of events, but when she had come back, she hadn't looked as though anything was wrong...wait a second...hadn't she gone to check on a babe? How was it that she came back so quickly? The trip had taken him mere minutes in full sprint, it hadn't taken her too much longer, "You. Servant girl. Did anything strange happen on the way to or from your destination? And what happened to the babe?" Once she had answered, he turned to look at the doctors, "Did this girl come here within the past...eh, thirty minutes or so to check on some babe with another woman?" Something wasn't adding up. He didn't know what it was, but something wasn't right. If the doctor didn't corroborated her story, then one of them was lying...and given the heir randomly said the servant's name before she collapsed, he was inclined to believe it was her who was hiding something.

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Aethyra awoke with a start, the shattered appearance of her eyes still apparent in her irises. Covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, she shook, terrified; she hadn't even dreamt, nothing. Just trapped in a nothingness, alone, mute, deaf and blind. In a fit, she pulled a blade from Alain's belt, and buried it into the folds of her dress, narrowly missing her leg, and began to saw at the heavy garment. It was heavy, and hot, and aggrivating. She tore and tugged at the gown until it fell to her knees, then sagged back into the bed before holding the blade out to Alain again. Her eyes fell on Paige, and she heaved a sigh of relief, before smiling awkwardly.

"You're alive...oh, thank the maker of this universe, you are alive."

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Parthenia was horried by Alain's description of Aethyra's small scene. What on earth could cause her Mistress to go into such a shock. But what he said next was even more surprising. "You. Servant girl. Did anything strange happen on the way to or from your destination? And what happened to the babe?" Paige shook her head, "No, nothing happened that I can recall. I mean, I had a small fainting episode from too much exertion, but I recovered quickly. But that a normal thing to occure as it happens to every servant now and again." Paige said with a small shrug. It was true, she had no recollection of visiting the medical quarters, but she had visisted them. This she knew. "As for darling little Harding, he was fine by the time I arrived." Again, how she knew this wasn't entirely clear to her, but she just knew.

Alain then turned to Dr. Gregory and said rather demaningly, "Did this girl come here within the past...eh, thirty minutes or so to check on some babe with another woman?" Dr. Gregory shook his head slowly. "No, she hasn't. And we havn't had a baby in here for the past two weeks." Paige was stunned and turned to him with a small amount of panic in her voice. "B-But that cannot be! I was informed that little Harding had been having trouble breathing and had been moved here for care!" The doctor shook his grey haired head again. "Parthenia, you havn't been here since early this morning to get some herbal tea for an older man who had requested it."

Parthenia became abnormally quiet, a look of disbelieving shock and confusing coming over her face. This didn't make any sense... She had been told Harding was moved here, but he wasn't. She was told he was having breathing problems, but he has been fine. When she came here to check on him, but no one had seen her when she was here. And then to top it all, after waking from a fainting spell she'd found herself to have no recollection of any of this. She just... knew that she had done it, but couldn't recall actually doing it. "This..." she said softly, moving her hands to hold them over her chest, "This cannot be..."

Upon her heart she noticed a familiar absence where she had taken off Aethyra's amulet. Suddenly, something struck her. That gem her Mistress had placced around her neck was Aethrya's ward of protection. If anything had happened to Paige, it would have caused this to happen to Aethrya! But nothing had happened; not that Paige could recall. Fainting or a linging feeling of weakness would not do this to her either: Paige would have needed to experianced a brush with death but that was ridiculous. If she had suffered that she definitally wouldn't be standing here, now, alive and healthy.

Suddenly, Paige heard a sharp gasp and looked at Aethyra who had bolted up, eyes wide and paniced. Before anyone would say anything, she snagged Alain's knife from his belt and proccedded to rip away the fabric of her dress until it was quiet short. Paige didn't lift a finger to stop her, as she knew this was an action of recovery and how much Aethyra loathed her gowns. She made a mental note that, when they were in a more private place she would help loosen the poor girl's corset too. Once she had finished she gave the knife back and lay back down a little. Her eyes falling upon Paige, she smiled (which probably shocked the majority of the staff) and Paige returned it with an encouraging smile of her own. "You're alive...oh, thank the maker of this universe, you are alive." Paige nodded and clasped her hand gently, looking at her intensely, "Yes my Lady, I'm perfectly fine. But the most important thing is: are you alright?"

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Alain nodded as he heard the doctor speak. So it was as he suspected. Something was amiss, and attempting to cover its tracks. He wanted answers. Absently, he snatched the knife back from Aethyra and sheathed it promptly. For one, she shouldn't have even been able to get a knife away from him, not if he was thinking clearly. But no, he was too preoccupied with this...fiasco to even defend himself from disarming. He found himself resisting the urge to look down, and ignored the fact, "Tell us whatever you can, Aethyra, about what happened to you. Spare no details." He said seriously. Whatever she could explain was important, but he knew there would be no solving this with words alone.

He would listen to Aethyra's recollection of events, then conduct his own investigation, "Your servant has more to do with this all than you might think, as we are just finding out." He turned to Parenthia and looked at the girl with a hard expression, "What of the other servant who accompanied you? Were I someone intelligent in this castle, I would have her rounded up for questioning. She was the start of this false information, no doubt she is responsible for something." Even so, what could a mere maid do, and for what purpose? Poison the heir, get some reward? But then who would benefit? The girl had said she had a sister, but that could not be so easy; not unless the sister was so truly mad for power, anyway. It wouldn't be the first time he had seen something like this. Trifect didn't exactly seem to like the girl, and it would provide him the perfect alibi, but would the adviser really kill the heir for simple dislike? There were simply too many unknowns, all complicated by the simple facts: He had no right to be here, yet here he was, meddling away in something his nose didn't belong in; he had no idea the relations set up by those in the castle to those who had invaded, vice versa, and anything in between; and lastly, he knew no-one by any extent of the word. Aethyra was person he knew the most about, and even that was exceedingly stark knowledge. He let out an absent sigh as he went over all of this in his head. Why was it so important he find out who had done this? He should have just left, on the spot. He need not be mixed into this slew of confusion and suspicion, yet now he chose to stay. He didn't understand himself sometimes...

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Aethyra slid off the bed, breathing easier, her chin high and eyes stoney once more. Pain be damned, she had business to do. She studied Parthenia closely, squinting a bit, biting her tongue in concentration. The usual white glow that surrounded her friend was faded, muted, as though it had been rubbed against something filthy and dark. Someone, something, was after her, for her purity and innocence, that was sure.

"Spread the word," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "lock every door, every window, every gate. No one comes in, no one goes out. I want every torch lit, every bit of glow-stone used, everywhere inside. There will be no shadows, none. Every single blasted thing must be lit, and glowing. I want Parthenia put under careful surveillance, with a mage of some sort nearby. Bathe her in light, do not let her alone, even with one such as I. If I will be with her, I will be watched as well." The doctor leapt forward, tittering with worry.

"But my lady, the expenses will--"

Aethyra spun on him, slowly backing him into the stone wall with small, shivering steps. "Shit to the expenses," she hissed, and the doctor's eyes widened as the curse left her lips, "I want nothing but light everywhere. Have someone ready my hunting gear, and fetch the box I had locked away. I plan to return to the dungeons tonight." Her eyes flicked over Alain for a moment, then were turned back to the doctor, "Alone."

Spying a small medical blade on the table, she took it in lithe fingers and slit her palm gently, not once wincing as blood pooled along her skin. She pressed her bloodied hand to the stone and whispered gently, a red coil snaking from her arm, along the wall, and split to disappear into the stonework. Though she knew little, she had learned a bit of magic, old spells, the "Royal Tricks," as some called them. As the coils slithered among the castle, images, snapshots from everywhere came into her mind; she could see all, hear all, feel all.

"Someone has dared to disturb me, my family, my home, my life, my friends. Darkness or not, I won't let that go fucking unnoticed." Turning her back to the doctor, she flung the door wide, eyes wild, and took a deep breath. "Now, if you all wouldn't mind, I'd like to take this blasted corset off before my ribs snap in half."

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"Your servant has more to do with this all than you might think, as we are just finding out." Alain said and turned to Parthenia, eyeing her coldly which made her cridge back a slight bit. "What of the other servant who accompanied you? Were I someone intelligent in this castle, I would have her rounded up for questioning. She was the start of this false information, no doubt she is responsible for something."

"Clair? She was out tending to the horses earlier this morn." One of the nurses said, "She fell ill all of the sudden not two hours ago. We only were able to wake her some odd thirty minutes ago." Paige gasped, "But... that cannot be! I meet with her in the dinning room not two hours ago and she informed me that dear little Harding's life was in danger. Then she showed me here and I fainted on my way back to the dinning room."

The nurse shook her head sadly, obviously concerned and walked away to help a moaning patient. Paige was paler than usual and watched, dumbfounded as Aethyra whispered something she couldn't hear to the doctors. "But my lady, the expenses will--" "Shit to the expenses," Aethyra whipped around and hissed. She was never the girl that one wanted to cross paths with and Parthenia felt herself shink a little bit at her words, though they obviously weren't aimed at her. "I want nothing but light everywhere. Have someone ready my hunting gear, and fetch the box I had locked away. I plan to return to the dungeons tonight. Alone."

Paige watched helplessly, biting her lip as Aethyra slit her own hand and pressed it to the wal, a magic trick she'd explained to Paige once. A small snake of blood was created and acted like a scout for it's origin. "Someone has dared to disturb me, my family, my home, my life, my friends. Darkness or not, I won't let that go fucking unnoticed." Aethyra growled under her breath, glaring at no one in particular before she turned away and sighed shortly. "Now, if you all wouldn't mind, I'd like to take this blasted corset off before my ribs snap in half."

Parthenia knew her call her she heard it and rushed to Aethyra's side. "Here my Lady, allow me to help you with that. We may get that terrible make up off your face and change you into something more appropriate to wear." she said kindly, very gently guiding her towards the door. Both she and Aethyra knew the moment they were back in privacy they would be able to take the stupid corset off and put her in some real pants, as well as wash the smeared colors and dyes off her face. Plus maybe then they'd have a moment where they could speak openly to eachother.

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Alain scoffed as Aethyra mentioned going to the basement alone, following the girls out into the hallway, "Well, are we not a scary little princess with our bow and magical parlor tricks, with your nonexistent combat experience and how much training? And let us not forget what happened last time we were in the basement, Ms Drag Me Out of the Basement Kicking and Screaming. And then there is always the fact that you were just passed out on a table, bleeding from your mouth, and barely able to lift yourself up off of it. Do we really think going anywhere alone is a good idea, least of all the basement?" He asked, keeping his distance, but matching their strides, "Not only that, but I did not hear a 'Thank you Alain for carrying me from the dining hall to the medical wing in about three minutes flat. I am ever so grateful that you interrupted your job offer to race me to the medical wing.'" he said in a slightly irritated tone. After all, it wasn't like he did things worth thanking him over often. And for some reason, he felt quite irked about it at the moment. Either way, he was getting to the bottom of this mystery, or he was leaving this stupid bastardized castle behind. He didn't really care which, at this point.

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"Well, are we not a scary little princess with our bow and magical parlor tricks, with your nonexistent combat experience and how much training?" Alain mocked, following behind as Paige lead Aethyra to her room. "And let us not forget what happened last time we were in the basement, Ms Drag Me Out of the Basement Kicking and Screaming. And then there is always the fact that you were just passed out on a table, bleeding from your mouth, and barely able to lift yourself up off of it. Do we really think going anywhere alone is a good idea, least of all the basement?"

Paige's eyes narrowed at Alains taughting as she was extremely displeased by his behavoir. "Not only that, but I did not hear a 'Thank you Alain for carrying me from the dining hall to the medical wing in about three minutes flat. I am ever so grateful that you interrupted your job offer to race me to the medical wing." Well, if he insisted on acting like a child, he would be treated like one. Whirling around, Paige landing a hard slap on the side of his face, putting herself between Aethyra and Alain.

"Will you please stop being such an insolent tormentor?" she demanded in a huff, "In all honesty Master Alain, Lady Aethyra has suffered enough in the past few hours and does not need to hear any more gripping from anyone else. If you true want a rewards and for her to get well you will step off and let me attend to her. At the moment she is in need of food, bed rest and someone to help get the corset of so that she can breath again!" Paige fumed, sounding like a mother scolding a child. "Now if you'd like this whole ordeal to end as painlessly as possible, you will straighten up and act like a dignified man instead of an spoiled child who has skipped his nap time."

Then, turning back around, Paige lead Aethyra to her room, fuming at how immature Alain had been acting. "Really, can't a man act gentlemenly in a situation like this?" she muttered as the two of them walked away, leaving Alain behind in the dust. Once the two of them reatched Aethyra's room in half the time it usually took due to Paige's burst of angry strength, she closed the door and locked it. "Now my Lady, I'm sorry you had to see that, but let's go ahead and get you cleaned up. I'll take that terrible corset off of you so you can really breath again."

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Character Portrait: Aethyra Character Portrait: Parthenia "Paige" Daphine Character Portrait: Trifect Quaizon Character Portrait: Alain Rolands
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Alain barely felt the slap. It was more insulting than painful, and he glared her down the entire time. He replied to her idiotic little miff about being childish with his own logical response. No sense sinking down to a child's level to argue with a child, they would simply beat you with experience, "I will keep in mind that your oh so developed...what, teenage mind is so much more intellectually sound than mine, and that using one's brain for logical analysis of a situation is considered childish in whatever dream world you live in. If you cannot accept the fact that your heir is making an idiotic decision, then you are more foolhardy than your peasant position and lack of any formal education grants you leniency for." And then the little servant rushed her mistress away, hurrying as though it really mattered. As though an experienced assassin and thief could not outrun a servant girl and a girl in a torn dress. Fine. He honestly didn't care. He turned on his heel and headed back towards dining area. Maybe he would get lucky, and Trifect would still be there, waiting to offer him a job he would be interested in.

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Aethyra was stunned, her head reeling, fighting the urge to run after Alain as he stalked away and Paige pushed her into her room. Would he even care if she did? What would it matter to him? As he said, she was idiotic, a child, inexperienced. Once the door was closed, Aethyra nodded numbly, raising her chin so that her friend might rub the strange paints from her skin. Locking eyes with the other girl, she suddenly sniffled, feeling a droplet run down her cheek. Furrowing her brow, she reached her finger up and wiped at it, though another soon took its place. It was not blood, but water running down her face, leaking from her eyes. Confusion and shock blasted across the heir's face, and she stared at the servant girl.

"What...? I...what am I doing?" she stammered, and turned for the door. If she followed her blood snake's vision, she could still catch him. Alain did deserve a thanking, a good one, not a cold one from a girl such as her. But she wasn't sure what else she could do. She inhaled deeply, but it was cut short with a hiccuping whimper, and she exhaled shakily while more water drops poured down her face. A pain stabbed through her stomach, and she grabbed the wall to support herself, then looked once more at her friend. "What's wrong with me?"