The deed had finally been done. The Dowager Queen was dead. Justice had been served.
Although it came at a price, Adaria had willingly paid it. Her curse? To lose a few years of her life and the inconvenience of mana sickness. She was a pitiful state when finally stumbling through the eluvian into Amaranthian, barely able to get on a horse and get herself towards a haven she knew she would be able to rest at. Arriving at the Peak the guards almost caught her a few times, but she managed the rest of the way unhindered, only getting lost and turned around a few times. Her head was awash with thoughts, the trailing edges of spells and the rituals toll on her.
Yet when finding his chambers empty but already prepared for a bath, Adaria had her suspicions. No-one should have known her whereabouts, was it mere coincidence? Providence? A frank appraisal of the room, her condition and the consequences rendered the matter moot, the bath too welcoming a prospect and given its readiness, she did not have the time to linger.
Her hair hastily tied into a bun, the exhausted Princess slipped into the waters. A groan intertwined itself with a content sigh as the relaxing heat soothed the aches and bruises sustained. Even if most of her revenge had occurred in dreams, the body still suffered some physical effects, and she had compounded the effect with her deal and over extension. It was startling being unable to hear the backdrop hum of minds around. Almost lonely.
Gathering the bar of soap and a cloth, she began to summon the energy to scrub herself of the scent of death. A few flecks had landed on her cheeks, smeared in the haste to flee the murderous scene. She found her mind drifting, going over her mothers words when she knew no good would come from anything she claimed to believe. Selfish individuality. Not the collective health and wellbeing of the rest.
Although it came at a price, Adaria had willingly paid it. Her curse? To lose a few years of her life and the inconvenience of mana sickness. She was a pitiful state when finally stumbling through the eluvian into Amaranthian, barely able to get on a horse and get herself towards a haven she knew she would be able to rest at. Arriving at the Peak the guards almost caught her a few times, but she managed the rest of the way unhindered, only getting lost and turned around a few times. Her head was awash with thoughts, the trailing edges of spells and the rituals toll on her.
Yet when finding his chambers empty but already prepared for a bath, Adaria had her suspicions. No-one should have known her whereabouts, was it mere coincidence? Providence? A frank appraisal of the room, her condition and the consequences rendered the matter moot, the bath too welcoming a prospect and given its readiness, she did not have the time to linger.
Her hair hastily tied into a bun, the exhausted Princess slipped into the waters. A groan intertwined itself with a content sigh as the relaxing heat soothed the aches and bruises sustained. Even if most of her revenge had occurred in dreams, the body still suffered some physical effects, and she had compounded the effect with her deal and over extension. It was startling being unable to hear the backdrop hum of minds around. Almost lonely.
Gathering the bar of soap and a cloth, she began to summon the energy to scrub herself of the scent of death. A few flecks had landed on her cheeks, smeared in the haste to flee the murderous scene. She found her mind drifting, going over her mothers words when she knew no good would come from anything she claimed to believe. Selfish individuality. Not the collective health and wellbeing of the rest.
02-18-2024, 01:07 PM
