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Thorns Within the Rose

Korratoth

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a part of Thorns Within the Rose, by angelwolfchild.

The dark kingdom newly invaded by the Lord.

angelwolfchild holds sovereignty over Korratoth, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Korratoth

The dark kingdom newly invaded by the Lord.

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Korratoth is a part of Thorns Within the Rose.

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Aethyra [91] "How I despise these walls."
Alain Rolands [80] "Talk about wrong place, wrong time. What have I gotten myself into?"
Parthenia "Paige" Daphine [62] "Beauty only counts if it's inside and out."
Trifect Quaizon [29] "Allow me to guide you. I have nothing but The Kingdom's best interest at Heart."
Alaizabel [27] "I've suffered terribly, you should cry for me... you should cry your eyes out."
Daniel Alaric [18] "For the glory of the Kingdom, of course..."
Leon Gideon Delrin [8] "I'll do whatever it takes to keep this kingdom from falling"
Leon Graves [6] "This kingdom is mine. Cross me and I will not hesitate to make sure you're never seen around it again."
Anastasia [5] "In the name of Winter!"
Selphie Almsgrave [5] "Wish somebody would cause a problem so I could shove my sword down their throat."

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The castle of Korratoth had been in commotion all day, the rumblings of the invasion sinking through every crack and pocket of the castle. Deep below the dungeons was the chasm, a dark cave that only certain members of the royal family knew about.
Within this cave, standing upright in the centre, was a tall glass cylinder stretching from floor to ceiling, conceiling inside a slender figure covered in white.
Slowly, the creature’s muscles began to twitch within the glass, power sliding back into it’s souls as the chaos of the situation invaded. The demon writhed against the glass, feeling something dark building up inside of her.
Prisoners banging against the bars of their cells... servants and slaves cowering in fear... imposters in the places where the royals would dwell... blood.... the blood of a king...
There was a resounding crack as the glass suddenly shattered around the white figure, the tinkling slithers echoing throughout the entire castle and beyond. The glass broke, tearing through her skin and cascading to the floor.
For a moment there was silence, the pale figure stood in the middle of a circle of glass like a statue.
Then slowly, she raised her head and her black eyes faded to their usual white, the cuts on her skin stitching back together.
A smile spread across her lips.
“Freed from an eternal prison…” She murmured, her eyes glittering with a sadistic delight. “I should go and thank my captors.”
With that, slinking through the shadows, Alaizabel made her way up to find the people of the castle… and finally take her revenge.

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Aethyra stared out of the window, hard hand pressed flat against the thin and fragile glass. She had been this way for hours, being woken from her slumber by her nightmares, and not wishing to sleep again. Her skin was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat, her hair pushed back from her face, nightgown tangled around her legs. She did not stir; she would stand here until she was sent for, or until her legs collapsed from under her.

Nights like this were usually so peaceful, but some sort of blackness roiled in her stomach. Something big was going to happen, and she wanted to know what. She wanted to be a part of it. Aethyra was not a wall-flower, and while she cared about her family and her kingdom, she cared about having the power to rule it more.

Her nightmares had been different tonight. The usual dark forces swirling about, caught in what looked like a giant glass vase, hissing and whispering to her, that she might set them free. And she was a child again, standing before the vase, eyes wide, face not drawn into a scowl as it usually was now. She cowered from the darkness, usually, hiding her head and crying until it ceased its hissed whispers into her ear. But tonight...tonight she had walked forward, and touched the glass with one tiny, gentle finger. And it had shattered under her gentle touch, releasing whatever was trapped inside. It coiled around her, forced its way into her mouth and eyes, and began to laugh.

She had woken with a start, and forced her way out of bed, stumbled to the window, and stood, stock still. Whatever it had been, it knew her, and it knew her well. If Aethyra ever prayed, she would have now, that whatever it was...it would be happy with her.

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Parthenia Daphine was hurrying through the halls. Actually, Paige was hurrying through the halls. A noble woman with the name Parthenia would never do as Paige was right now. But alas Paige was not a noble woman so she was allowed to do so. Especially when the halls were as dark and creepy as these... Quickly Paige expelled those thoughts. They were unproductive and frightful and she had never had any desire to explore the darker places of her mind. She had heard that they changed you forever and disabled you to look at the world the same ever again. Paige liked the world as she saw it at the moment.

Balanced perfectly on the finger tips of Paige's left hand she carried a clear, glass pitcher of cool water and mint leaves; thought to calm a person's racing heart. Along with the jug of water she carried a glass cup for tea as well as some fresh bread with honey, butter and jam. These items were placed on a delicate glass tray Paige had to carry up three flights of stairs and down many of the innumberable hallways she had come to memorize. Paige like to believe she knew the castle better than it's owners. Drapped over her right arm was a rag which she could dip in water to clean one's brow of the corner of their mouths. All of these materials were nessasary in case there was something unpleasant amist the Master or his family.

Specifically, Paige had been sent to investigate the room of the Lord's Heir; Aethyra. The maids (including her mother) had heard noises of restless sleeping from her chambers and, naturally, they had sent up the servant girl to check on her and make sure their Mistress was alright. Paige approached the door and straightened out her dress as, like everyone else in existance (it seemed), she was expected to look well kempt in the presence of the upper class residents.

Gently knocking on the heavey, steel framed door with her calloused knuckles. She could hear of the other side footsteps and heavy breathing as if the one inside had just been frightened. It was apparent that her Mistress was not saftly asleep in her bed. Mostly likely it was one of the many nightmares her Mistress suffered. There was many a time in the dead of night Paige had been sent to render aid after a particularly bad one. This seemed like on of those nights. "Mistress Aethyra? It's your servant Parthenia. May I please come in?" Paige called quitely, then waited for a response from the other side of the door.

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It was on this night when the Dark Knight and Royal Captain stood restlessly as always stood upon the highest tower of the castle listening to the wind blow. It whistled into her ear as it blew across her face. Her silky black hair blew slightly in front of her face but she didn't change her posture as she was lost in thought. As the wind blew her black cape flown with it making a shadow expand behind her. Her cold gauntlets stayed perched upon her claymore and as she stood she could feel the temperature around her colder then being outside on a winter's night but that was just her aura when she's upon this giant pillar, no one is present and doesn't have to suppress it. Anastasia's eyes stared off as she noticed the sun rising for morn. Her glowing blue eyes turned normal white as the sun revealed them under her hood. They blinked once and before she sheathed the blade behind her and turned to descend down the tower.

As Anastasia stepped down the pillar's stairs, her greaves echo'd against the wall and her eyes had glowed blue once more as she made it down the dark stair case. Her mindset was definitely serious and in thought. Constantly through the night she had heard Oshiva's voice speak among her but in a dark and terrible chant. A chant that Anastasia followed but was annoyed. She herself knew why. There was one reason alone that she heard her voice and that was through the pact. Oshiva had been reminding her what her purpose was and what her goal was aside from her own desires. As a main disciple this was definitely something she followed. That may seem like that was all but the banshee didn't stop there in thought. She felt a presence among them and was desirable in hope to know what it was. Perhaps the demon she has heard of - if not something had to be done so her plans wouldn't be soiled. Anastasia gave a grim smile as she made it down to the last step and into the halls of the castle.

She passed the dungeon's staircase making her way to the throne room to greet her lord. Her white eyes moved down the case with a smile as she passed it. After such she walked through the garden compressing her power to not freeze the plants and not far from the garden was her barracks for the Royal Guards. She never bothered greeting them other then walking over and slamming the door open hard enough to wake them before continuing onto the throne room. Finally she made it to the royal quarters. She didn't bother saying hello to anyone she passed - even if some who brought the courage up to say "Good Morrow/Morn/ Hi" to her. They just never mattered much at the time. Finally she arrived at the giant heavy door of the royal thrones. She immediately walked in without shutting the door and leaned against the wall in a corner awaiting anyone who approached mainly the king.

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"Parthenia." Aethyra croaked the girl's name, her cold eyes unflinching from her gaze out the window. The girl was always sent for her when she awoke from her nightmares, when all other's were afraid to call out her name. Parthenia, or Paige, was a sweet girl, always wishing to be helpful, always respectful; Aethyra liked her well enough.

"Enter, Parthenia, I am awake." She could smell the tea and bread, and a ghostly smile creeped across her lips, foreign and strange. Somehow, the girl always knew what she needed, be it silence, darkness, or just a hot cup of tea or coffee. Still, though, she could not tear her gaze from the scenery outside; the freedom of the garden and forests seemed to mock her, teasing her with the fact that she was still stuck inside, kept away from all she loved. It wasn't fair, but it was her life, her fate, as the Heir.

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Leon sat on his throne, looking at the report in his hand. His sword sat beside him, resting at a safe distance. His crown sat on his head of raven hair, tilted in the process of a late night. He read slowly, wishing that he could finally sleep.
"So, you two are the captain of the guard? both of you?" He tilted his head, staring over the page at them "And why shouldn't I have you beheaded?" He tapped his fingers on the arm rest, staring down at the two men. one of them had flowing robes, possibly those of a scholar or mage. The other... the other wore a blindfold over his eyes, as well as a mischievous grin.

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Daniel bowed, His scythe's blade cutting into the floor slightly. "Dorian and I are indeed the captain of the guard, perfectly loyal to the Land and its people." He smiled, standing up. "Behead us if you must, but as long as you need someone strong to defend you, we will serve." His scythe's butt whipped out, stopping Dorian's movement when he stepped forward. "Forgive my friend, he's a little hot-headed. Daniel turned sideways to see a girl running towards the private chambers with a pitcher of water.

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This is the new king? he looks weak. that sword... so weak. Dorian stepped forward, his fists tightening. This man thinks that he can behead me. I'll show him a behea- Daniel's scythe whipped up, crossing Dorian's pectorals. "Ah... yes, I apologize, my lord" Dorian kneeled, putting one fist on the ground and bowing his head. I'll play the obedient sheep for now, Daniel, but at the first sign of weakness, I'm beating him with his spine

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Alaizabel materialised within the shadows of an alcove just outside the throne room, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily.
How long had she been locked in that glass prison? Too long, just breaking free had been enough to almost completely drain her powers. She would need to consume a heart... and soon.
But first, it was time to discover exactly what disturbance had given her the power to break free.
Slowly, her eyes turned black as she began to sense the other beings in this place.
The blood of the royal line hit her senses almost immediately, there were two living mortals. Both female and youthful, Princesses. One had the scent of fear... recent fear, like a nightmare. She would enjoy torturing this princess very much. But there was another trace of royal blood... recently spilled. Male, adult... the King? The King was dead? Yes... now that she listened there was a human on the throne but he was not a royal. An overthrow perhaps? There were two males with her, one just some sickly noble hearted captain and the other...
"Blind bloodshed... how delightful." She murmured to herself, attempting to focus on the blind captain.
He was powerful, being shrouded in darkness only helped him. Had he been a demon in her time, Alaizabel would have certainly considered him a worthy consort. But she had more important things to do, once she'd taken revenge she could find her clan and take her place as leader once more-
There was a demon. Female, from a different clan. And she could sense her. Now this was an interesting turn of events.
With a slight groan of pain she doubled over slightly, trembling slightly from weakness. Later she could investigate these new creatures but for now she needed somewhere to regain her strength. Thankfully there was one final presence she could distinctly sense in the palace...
"Time to visit an old friend." She murmured, dematerialising into the shadows before any could see her.

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Paige went in quietly, smiling a little. She was always happy to be helpful, and especially liked to be comfort to those who needed some, like her Mistress Aethyra. She carefully set the things down, glancing over at Aethyra and chewing her lip a little as she could see the longing in Aethyra's eyes. Paige knew better than most how deepy her Mistress longed to be free. She loathed being coped up inside the castle as was her fate. And so many times Paige longed to help her escape. It was as she said; as your servant I would beg you to stay, but as your friend I would encourage you to go. Of course, Paige was forbidden under the threat of exicution from this so she had to hold her tongue when not able to speak in private.

Paige carefully poured the drink and spread butter and jam over the bread, presenting it to Aethyra on the glass platter. "Were you having nightmares again, Mistress?" Paige asked, sorrow echoing in her voice, "They sounded worse then the ones before." See, even though she was an indentured servant, Paige considered Aethyra to be the closest thing she had to a friend and wanted to do whatever she could to ease Aethrya's pain. Of course she could only do so much as she was still a servant girl. "Would you care to talk about them, Mistress?"

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"They were only the usual ones," Aethyra sighed, taking the cup of tea and taking a sip. Shivers crawled up and down her spine, and the white blonde-haired princess choked slightly on her drink. After clearing her throat, she finally tore her eyes from the outside world and stumbled back to her bed, collapsing against the pillows and taking a deep breath. It felt like darkness had closed around her throat, and she closed her eyes, shivering. "It was just a bit...darker."

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"As you should be and I assure you - I am all the protection he needs." Anastasia's hollow banshee voice spoke echoing among the rooms as she lifted herself from the wall. Her words directly towards one of the guards. She began walking towards the king, her greaves clinking against the marble floors. Although she had the intentions to murder him herself. She had no intentions to just stand idly by and watch. Too much could come from a situation such as that. She cracked a slight smile towards Dorian before kneeling to Leon.

"My lord..." Anastasia said in a loud whisper before picking herself up and walking beside the man. The dark knight had her eyes looked down towards the two 'Captain Of The Guards' as she pulled her claymore out, rested with the hilt in her grasp upon the end of her blade on top of the ground. She knew they wouldn't do anything however one can never be so sure. Anastasia had much in thought and less was over these two. A shadow extends over the kingdom as they speak and all the words she had in her mind was the fact that "Blood may be spilt tonight" but she wouldn't address this issue to the others. It would stir others up especially if the guards were to get note and thats attention it doesn't need quite yet. Especially for her purpose.

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Leon shifted in his Throne, staring out at the trio with a frown. "I see, Anastasia, was it? I'm not giving any one of you the job of protecting me, but all three of you shall do so. I expect the three of you to maintain your selves fairly well in this task. Just remember that the kingdom takes priority over my life, as does the life of my heir." He tapped his foot, folding the report. "You three are dismissed, for now"

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Daniel bowed his head to Leon as a small rune appeared on his hand. the spell flared quietly and disappeared. It appeared against the back of the girl he had seen earlier, fading from sight. Later, my beauty, when the kingdom can wait... He put his scythe in a holster, strapping it onto his back. "Dorian, let's be gone. you too, Miss." He turned and started out of the throne room, his own hands curling into fists.

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Dorian grinned at the girl once his back was turned. she had a decent way about her, the way she walked. probably a good opponent. Se needs a sword, but she seems to know how to use it. the way her hands rasp inside her gloves, calluses... so she trains with it. this is a good sign. sparring... I could see it in our future He cracked his knuckles and started to follow Daniel. "Won't you join us, Anastasia?"

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Paige bit her lip. There was a strange feeling upon her back, but it faded quickly as if it had never even came. She shook it off, knowing her problems were to be placed after those of her Mistress. Timidly Paige sat on the padded bench at the end of Aethrya's bed and looked at the figure half sunked in the comfortable sheets. "A bit... darker, Mistress?" Paige asked, careful curiousity filling her voice. "Would you... care to explain?"

Paige was always extremely careful with her words, but especially when it came to her upper class friend's dreams. She knew well enough that Aethyra feared her dreams, which were already very dark. A darker dream than the ones she had experianced before? That could be very bad. "I-I mean, you don't have to m'lady..." Paige was quick to remind her friend of her freedom to decline, but then added slowly, "But I've heard that talking about one's problems provides comfort. And... I'd be happy to listen if you wanted to speak, Mistress Aethrya."

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She lifted herself, suddenly looking tired, and pointed towards the armoire in the corner of the room. "My cloak, Parthenia, please." Slowly and methodically, Aethyra combed out her hair and splashed water on her face, placing no rouge nor charcoal upon her skin. She would stay pale, today, as if she was as ghostly as she felt inside.

"The darkness, whatever it is, was let out. And it was...my doing. I am unsettled. I shall speak to the Lord, see what he thinks. There was a disturbance today, as though more people have entered. I shall investigate." Her sentances were short and clipped, and as she sagged against the bedpost, she looked far older than her nineteen years. Tucking her feet into slippers, she left the room, cloak forgotten, ignoring the shocked gasps from servants as she passed by them in only her nightgown. Improper as it was, none would scold her, she knew.

Almost falling down the staircase, she hurried to the throne room and stared at Leon, her eyes softening but little. "Good morrow," she said, her voice loud and booming, "I hope this day finds you well."

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"Of course, Mistress." Parthenia said quietly, fetching the garment. Then, upon her friend's ominous words, she gasped softly. The darkness... she let the darkness out? Paige knew that there was a darkness which was always contained in her dreams. But now, somehow, she had broken the thing that held the evil darkness. This would bother her mistress to no end, Paige knew.

"I agree, m'lady. Seeing the Lord is a very wise idea." she said, nodding slightly as she plucked the navy blue robe-like cloak off of it's stand. When she turned around though she was alarmed as Aethyra had slipped out of bed and was already walking for the door. No make up she wore and her clothing was nothing more than her thin, white night gown as she walked out the door. Paige was in a momentary shock but quickly hurried after her.

"Mistress Aethyra!" Paige called softly, hurrying down the halls after her, holding the cloak tightly in her delicate and worn little hands. "Please, m'lady, put on your cloak. You are expected to be dressed properly when in the presence of his Sire!" she said, becoming a little frantic. Her friend did not stop, which Paige had anticipated as she was not really concerned with the ways of the court; but Paige persistantly followed Aethyra as she walked.

They entered the throne room and Paige stayed close behind Aethrya, knowing she had not been formally invited or even asked into the room. This was a punishable offense to a servant girl like her so gently she draped the dark blue cloack over Aethyra's shoulders. The fabric fell lucidly around the lady's slim body, covering her enough to be considered modest, even though she still wore her sleeping attire underneigth. Then, humbly, she backed away to the door, keeping her head bowed and her eyes low, praying to the gods she would be excused from her actions.

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Leon had just shifted in his throne, the ware from the night already taking a toll on his body. He was tired beyond his years, but persisted as his Heir and her servant walked in to the poorly-lit throne room. "I hope this day finds us all well, Aethyra." he gave a kind, lordly smile as he readjusted himself in his chair. "Is something troubling you on this morning? You seem... drawn..." He drummed his fingers, now fully awake. His heir looked like she needed sleep more than he.

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Daniel pulled at the Paige's robe gently, standing outside the exit of the throne room. He bowed slightly, his glistening scythe still strapped to his back. "My name is Daniel. I take it that you're with the new Lord's party?" He held out a hand, giving her a charming smile

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#, as written by Magix
Darkness. It's a term that can be used to describe many different things. The night sky, the void called space that reach far past the sky's border, some even use it to describe a person's heart or soul. Of course Magic is no different. Dark, forbidden, evil, no matter how you wanted to describe it there were 2 vastly different practices with magic. "Good" magic was the typical magic most people practiced. Anywhere from the ability to heal someone to shooting a fireball from your hands would be considered "good" magic. "Evil" magic on the other hand, was much darker. It was fear that drove people to refer to it as Evil. Fear of the unknowing, fear of the sacrifice, fear of the raw power.'

Trifect, the Kingdom's beloved Chancellor, was quite adept in the dark arts, though to just about everyone he was rather weak in it. A political figure that always made decisions that was for the benefit of the kingdom. Not much more, surely no less. He may not have been loved by all, but it wasn't love he looked for. Respect was all he required and demanded, something he would return to everyone as well. If someone liked him, great. If not, he lost no sleep over it.

Hidden inside the castle, a room as secret as the one that once caged Alaizabel, was where Trifect practiced his various skills. It was a rather large room, sealed by his own magic so only the most select few could actually find and enter it. Bodies layed out on tables, being kept alive by some sort of mixture of medication and magic. It wasn't easy to tell how long they've been there for. In a pile, also sealed by magic, layed the parts of various animals. Failed experiments mostly. Some were used to try and transplant their body parts onto humans, others were attempts at Chimera like creatures that ended in failure. All in all, it was a rather evil looking place. It fit him fine, however others may be disturbed by the scene.

There was one special task he was working on, and had been for as long as he could remember. Something that would return the kingdom to much better days. Days that passed long ago. He'd been working on it for longer then he could count, with no luck in all that time. At least not until certain events recently took place. A darkness has been released once more upon the castle, and the world. A darkness that filled the air with nostalgia for Trifect. The shadows were teeming with excitement, their master returned once more. "Do you know how long I've awaited this day? It's been far too long..."

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The shadows unraveled around her body as Alaizabel materialised within the dark walls of the Chancellor's chamber, her black eyes once again returning to white as she surveyed her surroundings.
It had been a long time since she had been here but nothing had changed... surprisingly so, even the castle seemed to have a different air to it but this place... not so much as a crack in the wall had changed.
Still the scent of the shadows twisting and writhing within the darkened corners, almost stretching out to greet her like old friends or faithful pets.
Still the delightfully grotesque sight of the humans, stretched out and alive but mutilated horrible while surrounded by the limbs and organs of various creatures.
Still the ever so faint hissing sound of magic in the air, dark and evil like magic should always be.
And still the same shape of the chancellor himself, seeming to have aged barely a day since she had last layed eyes upon the man.
Loyal to the crown in name alone... In heart, loyal to the darkness.... She thought to herself, smiling as she gazed upon the familiar figure.
There was barely a sound made as she drifted across the room to stand behind Trifect, stretching a pale slender hand out to touch his cheek gently. Yes, he truly had not changed in all these years, even his voice was exactly the same.
"Too long indeed my dearest friend..." The demon murmured, leaning in close to whisper into his ear "I was beginning to think you had forgotton me."
She suddenly hissed in pain, pulling away from him and leaning a hand on the wall to steady herself.
"Unfortunately I seem to have awoken prematurely... my powers are not completely restored."
Her eyes slid back to Trifect, filled with an expression of innocent longing that any mere human could, and would, percieve as no more of a threat than a child.
But the Chancellor knew her better.
"I need a heart."

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Paige felt herself be gently pulled out of the throne room, which she was thankful for. She had no desire for punishment any time soon. Before her stood a young man, a few years older than herself. He was quite handsome in her opinion; semi short hair so pale it seemed to be white and a very noble face. A scythe was attached to his side and she assumed his occupation was guarding the king.

"My name is Daniel. I take it that you're with the new Lord's party?" he said charming, holding out a hand like a man would in front of a noble woman. Paige's disbelieving eyes darted quickly around the room, even looking behind her for someone else but there was only a stone wall. Her eyes returned to his and she smiled, a pretty white little smile, curtsying sightly in her simple white dress.

"Good 'morrow, sir Daniel," Paige said softly, placing her small tender hand in his, "I am Parthenia; or Paige, as most call me." In reguards to his question Paige thought for a moment, then slowly shook her head. "No sir," she answered, the lush brown hair swaying to and fro as shhe shook her head slightly, "I have lived here all my life. I am the servant girl to the Lord and his family and guests."

At this point Paige fully expected Daniel to let go of her hand and walk off with a muttered apology. Guests and those who didn't know the princess often mistook Paige for her. She almost felt bad telling them the truth, but they needed to be set straight or else they'd make fools of themselves, courting a simple servant girl. Of course, that didn't mean that it didn't hurt her feelings. Royal or not, Paige still liked to be acknoledged at the least. She prepared herself for the rejection.

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Daniel kissed the girls hand gently, tasting the bathing perfume that was still on the surface of her skin. Her smile enchanted him as no spell in his spell book ever could possibly even hope to. "A very nice name, Parthenia. it reminds me of a sort of flower, or some other natural beauty, quite like the beauty you possess" His Scythe rattled slightly as he stood up. "Have you been out of the castle grounds before? I'm sure that your lord will not mind at the moment."

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The color of the pinkest rose spread over Paige's cheeks and she felt her heart flutter as his lips pressed against her hand. The fact that she was not of noble blood seemed not to bother him, or at least if it did, he took care not to show it. "A very nice name, Parthenia. it reminds me of a sort of flower, or some other natural beauty, quite like the beauty you possess."

Paige was in a state of shock and extreme flattery. She was as beautiful as the flowers? Was that what he was saying? Paige had seen flowers quite a few times in her life and thought that nothing could be more beautiful than they. Especially in the blush of spring, when they grew on the hill side west of the kingdom. "T-Thank you, Sir Daniel. I-I am flattered by your words." she said, feeling small butterflies in her stomach.

Though maybe she was over reacting and Paige kept her dignity. But it was very hard to maintain her proper stance as he went on the say, "Have you been out of the castle grounds before? I'm sure that your lord will not mind at the moment." Paige almost leapt at the idea. She loved to go, but knew she could get in trouble. But then again, she was unable to refuse this request as it came from one of the Lord's guests and his own body guard. Smiling, Paige simply nodded her head, leaving her delicate hand in his.

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Daniel smiled at the small blush on the Paige's cheeks, still persisting as he stood and pulled her along gently. "I know the feeling of being in a high position, though your blood dictates that you should be kept close to the ground. I was born to the humble lifestyle of being a warrior; a peasant's farm-guard, to be honest. it wasn't until I was twelve that I was revealed to have an affinity for magic. Have you ever seen magic, Miss Parthenia?" He kept is callused hand in hers, stepping onto the rough cobblestone of the ground's paths.

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A dungeon, yes, a dungeon. Just like every dungeon before, no doubt like every dungeon afterward. Dungeons were always the same, no matter how many times Alain was thrown into them. How many days had it been? Not too long. Just long enough for this invasion thing to set in. He had stopped counting. Or rather, he had never really cared enough to start counting. He tossed an apple (from yesterday's lunch, or the day's before? He couldn't remember) up to the roof of his cell, deftly catching it before it hit him as he lay spread on the prisoner's cot in the jail cell. He was bored. This was really all there was too it at the moment. Sure, this jailbird thing had been nice for a few free meals and a bit of a show, but all in all, he was bored. When the swords stopped clashing, and everything was said and done, he was bored. He really wasn't even sure why he'd stuck around to watch the invasion (though it had been somewhat humorous to watch as the royals were ironically thrown into their own dungeon, as they had done to him only days before) but now the days of even that excitement had vanished. He doubted anyone from the new leadership cared what he had done or did with himself, or whatever, now that the old royals were bye-bye. And besides, it wasn't like he'd murdered...okay, well, killing two nameless, faceless guards shouldn't have been much of a crime. How valuable could they possibly be? Surely royalty could buy new guards. Eh, he supposed he didn't really care. The point was, it wasn't like he'd gone on a killing spree and murdered a town. He'd just snuck a few coins from the royal treasury, no harm, no foul, right? It wasn't like they didn't have an infinitesimally large quantity to begin with, surely they could spare a few to such a handsome and roguish man as himself? Eh...given their quickness to lock him up, maybe not. In the end, he supposed it didn't matter. He'd lost his coins, as well as anything else of even remote value on his person. They'd almost stripped him of his clothes, but come now, was that really necessary? Yes, it was, but in the end, he won out and kept his clothes. After double and triple checking them, of course, the guard gave them back to him. Also of course, was the fact that nobody ever found the hidden pocket along the line of stitching.

Alain smiled as he stood up, took a bite of the apple, and dully walked over to the edge of his cell, looking around. If he tried really hard, sometimes he could see the royals in their cells, but he didn't bother this time. No, he was looking for guards, this time. Not that the little pretty birds were capable of getting out of their cages, because why would they? Pampered little brats, mostly. Or was it brat? He didn't know, and to be quite honest, he didn't care. The point was, that because the royals were so...royal, he guessed, they didn't exactly have his skill set. Why ever would the queen need to know how to pick a lock? Why would her child need to know how to sneak past armed guards as though it were daily routine, "Ah, my dear, but how the tables have turned, yes?" He mused out loud to himself, beginning his work on the lock. A twist here, a wiggle there, simple as that, really, "Anyone want to partake in a nice chat? No? Aw, too bad. I did so look forward to an idle conversation today." He said, as though talking about the weather while sipping brandy, instead of making fun of royalty as he escaped the very dungeon they were locked in. With a click, a pop, and then a clunk, the door sprung open, "Yes, thank you, thank you. I am fantastic, am I not?" He said, bowing as though to some invisible crowd. Well then...time to leave.

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The darkness so strong that you could feel it in a room, taste it, smell it. Times were only like that when Alaizabel was around. In truth, that feeling used to scare the hell out of Trifect when he was younger. Although it was a fear of the raw power she held, rather then of the darkness itself. He’d grown accustom to it many years ago however. He longed for it once again, and now she had finally returned. He was stronger then he used to be, although he still cursed himself for not finding a way to release Alaizabel sooner.

“Forgotten about you? There hasn’t been a day that goes by that I haven’t missed your presence inside these walls. The Kingdom has gotten weak. The royals that banded together to seal you away all those years ago... their countless offspring getting weaker and more fool hearted each time. The kingdom was left with spoiled children, easy to be taken... I’ve tried to release you for... how long has it been now.... 500 years? While I’m grateful the takeover weakened your prison, It’s my deepest regret that you will not be able to exact your true revenge on those that deserve it most.”

Trifect didn’t say another word for a while. Instead he walked over to a wall, covered in shelves, which were in turn covered in potions and all sorts of grotesque things needed for dark magic. Grabbing a few specific potions he brought them over to a sort of cauldron, mixing a few drops quite precisely, before returning them to their original places. Once returned to the cauldron a few drops of his own blood went in, instantly combusting everything inside of the cauldron. “I have many people here, though I doubt any of their wretched hearts are worth of you. Tell me who’s heart you desire, and I will aid you the best I can as always.”

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"My nightmares have plagued me once more, my Lord, and they have grown worse. I ask permission to be allowed to descend into the dungeons alone, in order to face what eats at my heart." Aethyra glanced over her shoudler as a man shamlessly flirted with Parthenia, and barely contained a scoff. Men were such predictable, disgusting creatures, and never once had a man made her heart flutter, nor her cheeks tint pink, as the servant girl's did now. It was almost sad how much the girl was affected, but Aethyra chose to ignore them as they left the room. Let her have her happiness, she thought, almost sadly, the girl deserves it after being plagued with a mistress such as I.

Turning back to the Lord, her eyes cold and emotionless once again, she tightened the robe around her and half-smiled, looking haunted as she did so. Smiles were foreign to the Heir, and they did not grace her lips often, for when they did, she seemed to grimace more than grin. "I know it is a strange request, but I must go, and I must be alone, lest I find no answers."

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Paige allowed herself to be pulled along, listening to Sir Daniel speak. His story was interesting and inspiring, making her feel rather pathetic. He had fought his way to the top; tooth, claw and nail where as she had remained low. A mere servant who had not the courage or the skills to stand up and fight for herself. Even though Paige dearly wanted to claim that she could fight and even 'defeat' another, she knew she didn't have what it took. She was a servant on the inside and a lady in her heart. But sometimes, Paige knew, a lady needed to be a warrior. In fact, she had made a resolve to learn how to defend herself and others if need be. But so far she had not the time or even the knowledge of how to begin.

Her thoughts were inturepted by a word she knew very well: magic. Magic was something Paige never seemed to be able to forget as it filled her dreams, making them whimsical and lovely. Sometimes, when she awoke, Paige could have sworn that she felt so powerful she could... well, Paige didn't know what she could do, but it was something great. It was always something great. But alas, Paige had never been able to conjour the power she felt she had into really, feisable pwoer she could use. She could only look on in awe and mild longing as others practiced it.

"Yes Sir, but only a small bit." she said, a tiny smile gracing her lips as she felt the cobble stones through her fabric slippers. "The court magician used to preform and once in a while someone could call for me. On my task I would sometimes get to watch from the corner of my eye. It was always spetacular." Paige sighed dreamily, begining to fantasize until one of the rocks poked her foot, tearing from her day dreams.