the prince of flesh and darkness

[King Cel]

The prince of flesh and darkness was at his most tame. His hands up to his wrists were covered in blood and thicker things, and the white button down shirt he wore was dyed red with a fine mist. A woman, a nimbus, lay on his bed with her torso split from her naval to her ribcage, moaning in pain and longing. Her outstretched hand grasped weakly at the air, beckoning for the King to return to her before she slipped into a Trance from blood loss. She urged for his sidhe flesh, her mind rendered addicted to its touch long ago by some unknown sidhe, and now she was cursed to seek its solace in the most depraved of lovers. Cel had no use for the woman any longer. He called to his servant, two human garlangers, one who trembled at the sight of what Cel had done and the other who was hardened enough not to care.

The one servant held a bowl of warm water; Cel dipped his hands in and began to rid himself of the crimson liquid. He focused on the areas in between his fingers and beneath his nails, the places he’d often forget to clean and then find himself tasked with the unpleasant chore of scrubbing his flesh raw to remove the coagulated blood. He splashed his face a few times, glancing at the mirror the second servant held only to find his reflection shaky and unstable. Cel chuckled, his unnerving blue eyes drifted up towards the girl who held the mirror. She trembled in fear and this only garnered more amusement from the sidhe.

Cel pulled his gaze away and flicked the remainder of the water on his hands into the silver bowl. Then he ran both of his hands through his long dark hair before he stood. The two servants moved to exit but Cel reached out for the girl who had been trembling. She stiffened from his touch, closing her eyes as if bracing herself for something horrible. Cel leaned towards her, ”You have no need to fear this, your mortality saves you from such things, girl. I can think of many other uses for you.”

He let the girl go and the garlangers exited. Cel looked back to the woman, who by now had fallen into a trance; a servant would be along to collect her shortly. Cel glanced down at the blood stained shirt he wore and for a second contemplated changing it, instead he decided he’d wear it. The blood would send a message to his enemies, and perhaps even stir some to come to his side. In fact, he even left his sleeves rolled up, just to give the impression that he had gotten done with his work but was still ready to take on more.

The King moved down the hallway with the grace of any sidhe and quickly found himself descending the stairwell into the grand foyer. Beneath he could see the Unseelie throne glimmering in the light of the faux sun, it mimicked the twilight above ground. Cel’s gaze them drifted out over the rest of the foyer, scanning the room for any who had come to seek his audience.

[Saalyn]

Saalyn could not say that she cared for the winter. It was cold, and it was wet, which meant that when she became bored watching the other Fae scuttle about in the caverns of the Unseelie Court, she could not wander around outside, at least not for very long. It wasn’t entirely her fault, though. No, she would not take the full blame when her mantel too was fonder of warmer temperatures. And she liked being in that form—hyena’s senses were much more keen than her own, after all, making things much more exciting—and so she often times stayed in it, like she was right now.

It was hard to say whether the people passing by were simply ignoring, or just choosing not to disturb, the silver and black striped creature lounging on the cool jade tiles that decorated the floors near the entrance to the royal palace. Occasionally a brave soul would approach her, and Saalyn would usually either snap at them or give rise to the mane of silver fur on her back to scare them away. If it was a child, she generally allowed herself to be petted. But today there had been no one at all, and it made her wonder if perhaps her powers of restoration had somehow transmogrified into illusion sometime during the course of the night whilst she slept.

A ridiculous notion, she thought to herself as she stood, stretched, and yawned. She began padding off down the hall when something stopped her dead in her tracks. Her black nose sniffed at the air, her mouth salivating immediately. It was the scent of blood—a nimbus’s blood, to be precise. And what more, it was coming from the direction of the royal palace. If the muscles of a hyena’s muzzle could smile Saalyn would have been doing so from ear-to-ear. What a gift to be given something so interesting to explore! She began trotting through the gates without so much as a second thought to the possible dangers. She was a healer, and that made her much more valuable alive than rotting in a cell in the Unseelie dungeon. At least, that was what Saalyn believed, along with the thought that she would be a fool to pass up an adventure such as this.

Saalyn had never actually been inside of the royal palace before. At least, not that she could remember, anyway, so she allowed her nose to be her guide. Before she knew it, she was through the artificial forest and just outside of the doors leading towards the grand foyer. She nudged at the wooden door, and it was then that another wave of the scent washed over her senses. It seemed so strong now, which could only mean that the source was very close.

The lithe hyena squirmed through the crack between the doors and into the room, her eyes spying King Cel descending the great staircase almost immediately. They were alone, and he was covered in blood—the same blood that had led Saalyn there. The beast’s cackling echoed off of the stone walls of the foyer before it transformed into the quiet chuckling of the blonde Sidhe who now stood in it’s stead. A hand was delicately placed over her mouth to hide her amusement, but it soon ceased as she bowed politely to the Unseelie royalty.

“It would seem that our dear King has been busy,” Saalyn lightheartedly commented, eyeing her blood-coated King with an amused smile as she crossed her arms over her chest and her legs at the ankles when she straightened. “My nose is never wrong when it comes to blood,” she continued, “I hope your highness was entertained, at least? Or could my healing services be of use to you, Your Majesty?”

[King Cel]

Had Cel’s eyes not fallen upon the present sidhe, the cackle of the hyena almost seamlessly shifting into a more human laughter would have alerted the king’s attention. Like a debutante descending the stairway to a ball he lifted his head with a smile and a bow to greet her, his progression forward as he studied her from half way up the staircase. The sidhe prince felt the carnal urges that almost constantly governed him give rise once more, and had he not just satisfied himself with enough blood and sex to assure one thousand lives human lives eternity in hell, he would have acted upon them. But alas, the King’s temperament was much more mild than usual and he simply fantasized as opposed to acting.

Though Cel delighted in the fact that someone was there to behold the magnificent site of his exploits, he would’ve preferred if the woman didn’t share in his enthusiasm but rather, was disturbed by it. Cel was an exhibitionist in the highest degree, he loved getting adverse reactions. However, the king wasn’t totally put off with the woman inquiring about his fun. In fact, her curiosity happened to peak his own.

”What is your name, sidhe?” He asked totally ignoring her question. Her offer for healing powers also fell upon deaf ears, the last thing he needed was to revive the elf struck nimbus who so wantonly craved sidhe flesh that she would put herself through the most extreme torture to get it. In fact, the sidhe before him would most likely find herself unceremoniously groped by the nimbus, who by now was already being moved into the Hall of Mortality by his servants.

Cel lifted a hand and beckoned her to come forth, but the gesture wasn’t meant for her. The Unseelie roses came to life and effortlessly swept up the woman. With speed and grace they carried her forth, taking her up the stairs and depositing her two steps in front of Cel. Despite the menacing thorns the roses receded without ever once pricking Saalyn. Silently, Cel waited for an introduction.

[Saalyn]

Before she could open her mouth to speak, nor even begin to raise her foot to proceed forward, Saalyn felt herself being lifted up and off of the ground. Her eyes widened slightly as the foliage around her swiftly moved her up the stairs to where the King stood, but rather than twitch at the unfamiliar feeling, she willed her body to relax. However she was glad to have her feet back on solid ground when the roses deposited her before Cel, and quickly collecting herself, she bowed to him once again.

”My name is Saalyn, Your Majesty,” the blonde answered, “a simpleton standing before someone of your rank and stature.” She eyed the man’s hands as she returned to her normal posture. They had been washed quite thoroughly, but she could still see hints of the tainting stain that the life-liquid left behind. Yes, he had enjoyed himself quite well, Saalyn mused as her pale gray eyes traveled up Cel’s shirt. The crimson color hadn’t completely crusted yet, which could only mean the kill had been recent. The unfortunate nimbus was probably still up in the King’s chambers, for all Saalyn knew, not that it really mattered.

Instead, she smiled as their eyes met. ”Although I am but a common sidhe in your presence, Your Majesty, I would hope that I do not appear completely useless in your eyes,” Saalyn began, “In truth, my curiosity is what brought me here before you today, but perhaps our meeting is something beyond chance.”

Here, the smile disappeared from Saalyn’s face, and her eyes became steely. ”The rumors started by your critics are troubling, my King. They fail to see the power that you, our current ruler, truly holds. The fools would bring this kingdom into ruin if they had their way.” The blonde seemed to spit the words from her mouth, and although she did not frown, her discontent could be read quite clearly through her eyes.

Saalyn truly did believe in Cel. He was ambitious and ruthless. Some might call him selfish, but he had kept the Unseelie Court safe in his time as King, and she felt that it was a combination of these attributes that would continue to keep the people of their kingdom free from their Seelie brothers and sisters. If only Saalyn could secure a spot at her King’s side, then she knew she would be safe. Not only that, but she would be in a position to aide her King! But how to make him see that, she wondered…

These thoughts were managed quickly, resulting in only a second’s pause in her speech before she continued. ”If there is anything I can do for you, my lord, please instruct me to do so.”

[King Cel]

A stern gaze beneath an arched eyebrow was all Cel gave to the woman before him. The King was used to both brownnosers and sycophants, and he fancied neither of them. Some seemed to think Cel was the type to fall for endless flattery, that fawning all over him was the way to the king’s heart. While, Cel was certainly arrogant and a bit egotistical, he was not delusional. The King was no god, and thus those who treated him as such (save for those who feared for their lives) often found themselves on the king’s list of pet peeves. Politics was largely filled with ass kissing but only those who had other qualities made it to seats in the high courts. Cel wouldn’t have his advising ranks populated by idiots no sooner would he have his guard positions held by sheep. So he regarded this woman with a reserved judgment, but a healthy understanding that the words she spoke could be lies meant to flatter him.

He allowed her to speak, not uttering a single syllable until she was finished speaking. He replayed her words once more in his mind, noting that she did not say anything that might be taken as unwarranted compliments. She had approached him with the modesty of a subject, noting his title and stating it properly. She then spoke of his rivals; the fools that would rather see the Seelie rule all of Alanor than keep Cel on the throne. Enemies of his enemies were friends, he thought.

”Come with me Saalyn.” He said, finally breaking the silence. In a long, graceful motion he extended his hand to her, outstretched digits with his palm facing up as he waited for her to take it. He was going to test this woman’s fortitude.

[Saalyn]

Cel’s silence was unnerving, but not quite as much as being under the scrutiny of his cerulean gaze. Saalyn could see the mind at work behind those eyes, but she could not be sure what it was thinking. The vagueness of that realization was frightening, and the blonde sidhe likely would have shivered had she not wanted to be seen as weak before her King. Instead, she kept her featured placid, and waited for some kind of response from the man.

It came quite soon, actually, sooner than she would have expected, first as a verbal request, followed by an outstretched hand. Those hands, stained with the blood of another Unseelie (a lowly nimbus, sure, but a fellow countryman nonetheless) they were both powerful and relentless. Those were two qualities that Saalyn could admire in a person.

The edge of Saalyn’s lips curled just slightly as she took Cel’s hand. She cared not if the remnants of blood there transferred to her—she would bathe in the crimson fluids if her King asked her to. But not entirely out of loyalty. No, what she would do would never completely be for him. She believed in his abilities, yes, but she would never fully swear her allegiance to him if he did not first prove himself worthy of it. He was an interesting character in her eyes, though, and that was certainly a good place to start.

”Of course, Your Highness,” Saalyn purred the response with a slight bow of the head as she slipped her hand into his. Although she might be walking right into the lion’s den, the possibilities splaying out before the woman were much more fun than sitting around watching the common fae come and go. She would see this through until the end.

[King Cel]

As the soft flesh of the female touched his, Cel began to lead her towards his chambers. Very few would ever get to see the king’s bedroom under the pretence of remaining in one piece, and at the moment it seemed Saalyn would be one of them.

He led her slowly, holding her hand about chest level as he moved with balletic strides that befitted a royal. They traveled no faster than a walk’s pace, passing servants who were not normally seen by those who were not members of the high court. Cel didn’t take notice, even as maids scurried by clutching his blood soaked satin sheets and glancing at him nervously from the corners of their eyes. As a king he had separated himself from his servants, they were his people but not in the way Saalyn was. He was a sidhe king and thus he governed the sidhe and the would-be sidhe, who possessed nimbus blood, the rest he lorded over, for if his guidance no longer shielded them they would surely have their bones picked clean by the vultures.

Cel’s chamber door was already open as he moved inside; the body of the nimbus was already in advanced stages of healing. The bruising that covered her body was already yellow and a menagerie of other colors, the large slice in her abdomen was beginning to seal itself back together. The wound was sticky and though it no longer gaped, it was quite grotesque. Nonetheless, the king stared down at the body with hungry eyes, remembering exactly how it had gotten there. He relived the scene in his mind and found himself thirsting for its physical duplication. But he wasn’t here for pleasure. He turned to Saalyn.

”Some would say I am cruel. But I am not.” He let go of Saalyn’s hand and made his way to the bed. ”Leave her for now.” Cel said to a lycanthrope male who was preparing to move the body, and the garlanger obliged, leaving the room as quickly as possible. Cel lowered himself onto the bed, alongside the trance-induced faerie and began to stroke her hair. He looked her over, admiring her.

She was ugly by sidhe standards, and even by human standards she just plain. Her complexion was too pale, her hair was not long enough, and she was far too short. Yet Cel sat beside her, taking in her aesthetics and visibly enjoying them. ”She is the daughter of a sidhe and a swan, conceived while in mantel form. Upon her birth she was immediately brought her by the Mounds, taken in by a sidhe who believed she could come to power.”

His hand fell away and he sighed, he looked back to Saalyn. ”She did not come to power, her blood too thin, as if the progeny of a man and a beast could create a potential sidhe. His attempts to make her sidhe left her elf struck.”

Cel tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, examining Saalyn’s face, looking any sign of disgust or fear. He thought for a moment, remembering how exactly he had met the girl and what had led her to his bed, and when he envisioned the moment clearly in his mind he continued to speak. ”She forever seeks the contact of sidhe flesh. She hungers so powerfully that it is all she was thinks of, her body burns with the hottest desire. It is a disease, an affiliction that neither you nor I will ever know. Yet I save her from it. For when she is with me she no longer aches for a sidhe’s touch and when she sleeps, she feels nothing. I set her free, and it is through me she maintains her sanity.”

Cel stared off into the corner of the room thinking about the lowly existence girl must lead. He contemplated her life and what she had wished for before she had become what she was now. He didn’t look back to Saalyn when he spoke, ”She comes to me daily. And though I do not give my body to her every time, I allow her to touch my flesh, to feel whole again, and then…I put her to sleep. No other king would do such a thing. I ease her suffering.”

[Saalyn]

Saalyn could have never imagined her day taking such a drastic turn. The King of the Unseelie Court was leading her to his chambers! The excitement she was feeling inside displayed itself on the surface in the form of a tiny grin, but more so in the dancing spark in her pale gray eyes. It didn’t matter what happened whenever they reached where they were going—this moment would be worth it.

As they made their way through the dimly lit corridors, Saalyn watched the expressions of the servants and was amused by the fear they wore so blatantly on their faces. She briefly wondered if the King enjoyed it as much as she did, and upon deciding that he probably did, could not entirely blame the lowly beings for seeming so frightened of their master and his abilities. Was it sympathy? Hardly. She was just pleased to know that she would never be in such a horrendous position.

Cel took his time leading them back to his chambers, but once they entered his personal bedroom, Saalyn’s eyes were met with the sight of the carnage that had originally brought her before the King to begin with. In the middle of the man’s bed laid the motionless body of a woman, bloodied and bruised from head to toe. Saalyn’s brow crinkled at the stench of death that flooded her nostrils, but otherwise did not blink at what many would have considered a disturbing image. After all, she had expected as much upon smelling the scent of blood, and then seeing her King covered in it, and after hearing the rumors about Cel that she had, she couldn’t say that she was surprised at all.

What did surprise her, though, was how the King spoke of the woman, as if he was actually…attached to her in some strange way. Even as he continued to divulge the nimbus’s story, Saalyn could not get beyond the oddity. The girl was plain, and Cel himself said that she had not come to power. Add to the fact that she was now plagued with a condition that robbed her of a conscious. She was pathetic. Just why was someone like the ruler of the Unseelie Court bothering with such a useless waste of flesh?

Speaking of the flesh, as Cel continued to talk, Saalyn was itching to reach over and touch the comatose nimbus. Not that she wanted to help the girl necessarily. Nor did she no longer want to look upon the grotesque mangling of a body—the imagery did not bother her as such, perhaps because her mantle was a scavenging predator. It was more like her nature as a healer longed to speed up the process that was taking place right before her eyes at a snail’s pace. Could the magic really not work itself any faster?

It was only when the sound of the man’s voice disappeared that Saalyn’s attention fully returned to him. ”It sounds like a…troublesome effort, Your Majesty,” she commented, staying at the foot of the bed with her arms and ankles crossed as they usually were whenever she was standing still. ”I could understand if you were as common as she, but you are our King—you could have any woman in the kingdom that you desired.”

Uncrossing her arms, the blonde tapped the edge of her lips with her index finger. “Perhaps you are showing too much kindness, my King,” Saalyn added, taking a step around the bed and closer to Cel. ”Being too soft only welcomes weakness. Take this girl—she has become completely dependant upon you and what you give her. And what does she offer you in return? Nothing. What can she offer you in return? Nothing. She is really no different from your critics. They are both parasites that should be dealt with accordingly.”

Carefully Saalyn lowered herself to her knees, which was a bit difficult in a skirt, but she did so nonetheless. She wanted to look up into her King's eyes when she spoke. "If they will not respect you the way that you deserve, then you must make them, my Lord. They must know fear, and if they cannot because they have become as numb as this girl, then you must end them. You will be doing them a favor—saving them from their own weakness." Saalyn's serious visage cracked, morphing into the excited expression of a young child. "I long for the day when you show all of Alanor the extent of your splendor, my King. It will most certainly be a glorious day, one I would be honored to play a hand in."

[King Cel]

The King didn’t expect Saalyn to see things his ways immediately, after all the arrogance of the sidhe were bred from hundreds of years of privilege. Cel often had trouble looking upon the weak favorably, so he empathized with the population who thought those similar to the woman in his bed should be done away with. However, Cel’s kingly duty transcended maintaining tradition and bringing power back to the Unseelie. As said before, Cel’s duty as king was to govern those would-be sidhe, the ruling class of faerie who would likely fight themselves into extinction was there no set leader, but at the same time he was also charged with lording over the lesser-fae. Garlangers and nimbus that had little means of protecting themselves needed Cel, and he saw that. Saalyn might believe the garlanger and nimbus populations to have been weak, but there was strength in numbers. A court that grew stagnant would never rise to the occasion in war. He believed numbers kept the court from appearing stale.

”Troublesome indeed, but necessary. I do not take her into my bed out of love or lust, or even admiration. I do so out of duty, without enmity.” He noted the closeness of her person, how she had taken a step towards him and now knelt in front of him. Not many knelt within striking distance of the snake, especially in the viper pit. She was either courageous or confident that Cel would not harm her, either way Cel’s lips curled into a mischievous smile at the thought of having the upper hand. Could he reach out and touch her, reduce her to a pulp for mere pleasure? Certainly, and that thought alone comforted the monarch.

”Nothing in return?” Cel chuckled; he leaned forward so that his words were a breath on Saalyn’s face. His eyes studied hers, his predatory gaze blatant so that she would notice. Behind those blue eyes he fantasized about everything he could do to her, the extremes he could put her body through. All the things he thought of were things this nimbus endured on a regular basis. What did the nimbus offer the king? Nothing, he could find an outlet for her pleasures anywhere, and that was the service the nimbus provided. For Cel’s silent sadism was unnerving enough, as the twisted workings of his imagination were visible on his face, but one could only imagine how it would be should those images manifest physically. ”Would you have me, Saalyn? Knowing that this is what would become of you?” He gestured to the wounded girl.

”She does me no service, but in a way she protects all of us: you and the rest of the court from my hand and me, from the mutinous backlash that would undoubtedly occur if I mutilated whoever I chose.” He leaned back, looking down at her as if he were seated on his throne. He raised an eyebrow, ”But in this moment, Saalyn, you are my advisor. If you needn’t such protection then direct me, what shall I do with her? Then together, we can teach the rest of the court fear and silence my critics once and for all.”

[Saalyn]

Saalyn’s smile broadened at her King’s response. It was unexpected, and unexpected was what she liked. She returned to her full height with a chuckle, looking not at him, but the young nimbus on the bed. To think that such a worthless creature could actually protect so many…It was comical, really, but the blonde sidhe could see the truth behind her King’s words. The man needed an outlet, and that was what this poor girl provided. Looking at the situation in this manner made the two fae sitting upon the blood-stained bedding seem more alike than when Saalyn had first entered the room—in their own way, they were both dependent on one another. Saalyn recognized that she had underestimated the sadistic nature of her King, and now that it was noted, she would be sure to never make the same blunder again.

”I know not what it feels like to lust after the touch of another,” she stated flatly, still staring at the nimbus’s body, ”Neither do I know the impulses that drive your desires, my King. The only thing I crave is to see the eternal waters of Alanor ripple, for they have been still for far too long.”

Moving forward, Saalyn caressed the girl’s face, though it was in a way that one would examine an object more so than out of any concern or love. Immediately she felt the magic flowing through her veins spark, but she quelled it before even one cell of the nimbus could be duplicated. If the King wanted the girl to rest, then Saalyn would let her rest.

”Laying with you is not my reason for being here, my Lord, but if it was what you requested of me in a moment of need, I would provide you with that pleasure. But like this girl, it would not be out of concern for my fellow Unseelie, nor out of loyalty to you.” She turned to him and smiled, but it was more through her eyes than through the muscles of her face. ”I’ll try anything once, so long as I find it interesting. But repetition is a fate worse than death for eternal beings such as you and I.

Breaking contact with the girl, Saalyn backed away from the bed a few steps and turned her attention fully to Cel. ”Surely this girl is only one of many you could use to quench your cravings, my King. Would it not be more exciting to have multiple girls than just this one? There are more benefits to you than what you have seen. The blonde woman paused for a moment, allowing her words to sink in before she continued, beginning to walk the area in front of Cel in a controlled pace.

“If you want to destroy your enemies, you need allies. What better way than to raise an army of supporters that have come into power thanks to your love and adoration for them? And if they are too weak to be of use to you in that sense, then you now have a collection of dolls like this girl here to play with as you so desire.” Saalyn stopped before her King, choosing to look him straight in the eyes once again as she kneeled before him. ”You need only take what is rightfully yours, my Lord. When a shirt becomes too worn, you throw it out and get a new one, do you not? An ungifted, elf-struck nimbus only has so many uses as well. Your kindness has kept her around, but it can also be an act of kindness to throw her away.”

[King Cel]

Cel didn’t expect her to smile, to grin at his reasoning. In fact, the king half expected her to shudder at the thought of sharing his bed. Most could not stomach the thought that if they gave their bodies to the king, they would also be giving to him their blood, guts, and on rare occasions, their bones. Saalyn seemed perfectly comfortable with the idea that should she choose to bed the king she might find herself wounded in a way far greater than anything she had seen in battle. Perhaps it was the healing hand she possessed or the fact that immortality and trance would save her no matter the extent of her wounds, but she was not afraid. Cel was perplexed by that.

He watched as she interacted with the body of the nimbus for the first time. It was a shame she didn’t share the feelings he felt when he played with the girl. Some of the most exhilarating feelings he had ever felt came over him when he used this girl. The feeling of their flesh becoming one as she writhed with pain, his body inside of hers as her life force faded, all of those things made Cel’s tongue tingle and his mouth water. He snorted, trying to clear his mind of such images.

Saalyn did raise an interesting point. What was an immortal life filled with repetition? Perhaps that was why his mother had left Alanor, or the reason his father was complacent with what had happened to him. The thought of his parents perturbed him, but he kept the thought to himself. He straightened up on the bed, looking to Saalyn as he regarded her words with deep reasoning. She might be right; if he allowed himself to become comfortable in monotony wouldn’t the court become monotonous as well? He was a King and everything he did affected the court and his people.

Would he gain allies from bedding nimbus and bringing them to power? Surely. He looked to Saalyn, impressed with her logic. ”Then I shall be kind.” The words barely left his mouth when the slithering sound of the roses filled the room. From the halls the roses seemed to emerge and they crawled across the room like living creatures until they ensnared the woman, wrapping around each ankle, wrist, and finally, her throat. ”She shall sleep forever.” And her body issued an audible snap; a wet popping that was bone and flesh being torn apart. Blood sprayed the entire room, Cel’s entire right side drenched in blood but he barely batted an eye, continuing to maintain eye contact with Saalyn who was also covered in blood.

Cel stood, his white shirt clinging to his flesh with wetness. ”Let us call the court.” He made his way towards the door, knowing that Saalyn would follow. She had proved that she would be a loyal subject, and he felt confident in the decisions he would be making regarding judgment.

Meanwhile, the dismembered body of the nimbus had been swallowed by the roses, the only indication that she had ever existed was the blood soaked room.



OOC: Once you reply I will be making a court-wide thread addressing everyone there. Saalyn will be accompanying him and thus should stand alongside of him as he addressses the court.

[Saalyn]

When Saalyn heard the slithering noise around her feet, she immediately looked down. It was the roses. She watched as the vines climbed the bed, wrapped themselves around the girl’s appendages, and then…

As the nimbus’s blood rained down upon her, Saalyn couldn’t help but think of the irony of the situation. It was the girl’s blood that had led the blonde sidhe to the Royal Palace to begin with. Those same vines had delivered her to the King. Now Saalyn was covered in the same red liquid, and the nimbus’s body taken from this world by the same red flowers.

It was an interesting string of events indeed. Saalyn would have smiled had she not wanted to maintain the course of the droplets of blood collecting and running down her face.

She wasn’t exactly pleased about having her clothes ruined, or having to stink of a halfling’s blood for an unforeseeable amount of time, but Saalyn thought it best to just keep quiet about these trivial matters and nodded her understanding. ”A benevolent choice, my Lord. If she were still of the right mind, I’m sure she would thank you for it.”

Or at least Saalyn believed she would. The blonde sidhe certainly would not have wanted to live a life that in reality was only an endless cycle of death. It wasn’t like Saalyn felt sympathetic towards the nimbus. The girl had chosen to share the bed of a sidhe, and thus was aware of the possible consequences of her actions—which included never being able to make a choice for herself ever again. The girl had simply made a play at the the game of a better life and lost…Saalyn didn’t expect much more from such a plain looking nimbus.

Saalyn waited for Cel to pass by before she stood and followed him out into the hall. Not once did she glance back at the blood-drenched room, instead she wiped what was left of the nimbus girl away from her eyes with a smile. It was now time for the real fun to begin.

[King Cel]

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