For a few weeks now, things hadn’t been quite right with Madeline. She went about her day to day stuff in West Hills like she always did, but as each day passed, something dark was creeping upon her. Whisperings in her mind, evil nasty things. At first she just pushed the thoughts out of her mind, but as the days turned to weeks, the voices grew.
You aren’t worthy of your son. You should have died with your husband. What right do you have leading the people of West Hills. You are a speck of dust, unworthy and unwanted.
Then there were the nightmares that plagued her sleep. The worse they got, the less sleep she got, and the less sleep she got, the worse the voices got. It was turning into a vicious cycle. This particular evening the nightmares were at their worst, she woke from a dead sleep, drenched in sweat and mumbling to herself.
She called for a servant to come help her, screaming that she needed to get dressed so she could leave. Impatient that people were taking too long, she decided screw clothing. Her nightgown would do just fine. So she grabbed her sword and left the Keep and headed to the Eluvian. From there she headed to Denerim and the palace.
Arriving in the palace, in her night clothes, had a couple of the guards on duty stunned and speechless. They didn’t know what to make of what was going on, only that someone that looked a good deal like the King’s mother had arrived at the palace, mad and muttering and in her night clothes. Madeline quickly began speaking louder and louder until she was screaming at the top of her lungs.
You aren’t worthy of your son. You should have died with your husband. What right do you have leading the people of West Hills. You are a speck of dust, unworthy and unwanted.
Then there were the nightmares that plagued her sleep. The worse they got, the less sleep she got, and the less sleep she got, the worse the voices got. It was turning into a vicious cycle. This particular evening the nightmares were at their worst, she woke from a dead sleep, drenched in sweat and mumbling to herself.
She called for a servant to come help her, screaming that she needed to get dressed so she could leave. Impatient that people were taking too long, she decided screw clothing. Her nightgown would do just fine. So she grabbed her sword and left the Keep and headed to the Eluvian. From there she headed to Denerim and the palace.
Arriving in the palace, in her night clothes, had a couple of the guards on duty stunned and speechless. They didn’t know what to make of what was going on, only that someone that looked a good deal like the King’s mother had arrived at the palace, mad and muttering and in her night clothes. Madeline quickly began speaking louder and louder until she was screaming at the top of her lungs.
Fools, you’re all fools. What have you done with my son?!?! I’ll kill you all if you don’t tell me where you’re keeping him from me!!!She swung the sword wildly to make her point, when a guard tried to get close to her, she swung it at hi and then jumped up on the nearest table.
You have done something with my son and put an imposter in his place. I demand you tell me where my son is!!!
11-14-2023, 08:15 PM
