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Alisena let out a soft, weary sigh as she stepped through the threshold to her manor sanctum, delicate fingers slipping to her temple to rub the growing headache that threatened to overtake her. Another day of taking notes on the latest gossip, listening to the snide words of noblemen and women who had nothing better to do than smear each other behind their backs. All to keep up appearances, of course. She had no interest in the court of Stormwind, but being a handmaiden of Lady Rosemarri Sunshield had both pleasant and unpleasant duties, and listening to middling gossip was one of them. She let out a breath she had not realized she'd been holding. "Saryla," she called into the manor house.

The bonded Sayaad appeared in a flash of fel flame, in her guise as the noble woman's maid. She stepped and bowed. "Yes, Mistress? How may I serve you?"

Alisena offered a wane smile. "I suppose ridding the world of inane gossipmongers would be a bit too evil," she jested. "Would you draw a bath for me….and is Gwyndolen upstairs?"

"No Mistress, she's off on a courier mission. She said not to worry." Alisena let disappointment light her face for a moment before she nodded. She could have done with some time with her wife, but the San'layn did not have the temperament to settle down, something she admired in her. She smiled faintly again. "A bath then….and a glass of wine would be wonderful. Thank you, darling." The demoness bowed and bustled upstairs to draw the woman's bath, while Alisena made her way to the master bedroom. Nimble fingers undid the lacings of her gown and the garment slipped from her shoulders as she sat at her dressing table, undoing the rest of her clothing and setting her glasses on the table. She stared into the mirror, lost in thought, until she was startled back to reality by the sound of Saryla's voice. "Mistress, your bath is ready."

She stepped to the bath and the Sayaad helped her descend into the bath. A glass of wine waited at on a table beside the ornate basin, and she lazily waved a hand. "Thank you, my dear. I just need a few minutes to myself, I think, and I'll be ready to write down the notes from court for Rosemarri." The Sayaad bowed. "I'll be downstairs if you need anything, Mistress." The demoness turned and stepped out of bathroom, leaving the noblewoman alone with her thoughts. She lazed back in the tub, letting the warm water soak away the stress from her, her eyes closing as she leaned back. A hand reached for the wine glass, fingers curling around the glass stem. She would have to be careful that she didn't doze off, she thought to herself, she would prune, her skin would wrinkle up……

The mental summons came out of nowhere. Her hand spasmed as the summon, chaotic and wild in it's nature, stabbed deep into her mental psyche, and she dropped the wine glass and it shattered into a million pieces. She bolted upright just as Saryla crashed into the bathroom. "Mistress?! Are you alright?!" Alisena didn't answer….there was only one reason Rosemarri would send such a wild summons…..if something terrible was happening.

Where are you?

She waited for minutes, but not answer came. Why was Rosemarri not answering? That special place in Alisena's psyche, where she could always feel her sisters and brothers, grew chaotic, but one voice remained silent. Rosemarri? Where. Are. You? Answer me!

Nothing.

Fine. I'm coming to you. She reached for the thread that would lead her to Rosemarri, grasping desperately….and finding nothing. She let out a panicked breath….she couldn't find her. She stood up suddenly and climbed from the tub, leaving the demoness bewildered. "My Lady, what are you doing?"

"Dressing. Prepare Luna. I need to go to Southwatch."

"Southwatch? This late at night?! You should rest, we should call Miss Tyr….."

"Lady Rosemarri Sunshield is gone, Saryla. Gone. I cannot find her. I can't feel her!" She dressed quickly, in clothing suitable for traveling instead of her normal gowns. She turned from the wardrobe and entered the armory to retrieve her staff and her void blades. "I have to go to her father. Now."

#war within #house sunshield #here we go again

The Handmaiden, Alisena Skyfall

Done by @burrichgreer Thank you again. She looks amazing.

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fel-on-heels

(Technically married for four years now, with the timeskip.)

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There was a man in her bed.

‘You alright, love?’

‘There is a man in my bed.’

Laughter came through the connection, she could almost see the notes in the air about her head, and at once her lips compressed. There wasn’t truth to her irritated expression, nor was it something they’d see. What they would feel was the overwhelming discord of unease that she shared.

‘Want me to come an’ squish in between the two of you again? - it was nice and comfy last time.’

‘Willow, you didn’t.’

‘Sure did.’

‘No, I like him there.’ Rosemarri’s head shook, her fingertips moving over the hand mirror she had face down on the vanity.

‘And where are you?’ Alisena, ever wise and less volatile than the rest, had the sense to ask.

‘Trying to look at myself in the mirror..’ Her throat worked as her thoughts drifted over the shared link. There wasn’t much of a connection that they had left, it had been a while since they had felt each other’s pain or discomfort - time and their master’s weakness had dulled everything but this. It was peaceful, it gave the illusion of normalcy.

‘Do it, you are hot as fuck.’

“Willow…’ Alisena sighed.

‘What?’ Unashamed bluntness and more of those melodic giggles formed about the seated noblewoman.

‘What do you see?” Alisena asked gently.

Rosemarri remained still for a moment before she forced herself to pick up the mirror. Slowly she turned it so that her own reflection came into view. The last time she had looked at herself with so much scrutiny, it had been after Alanden had asked her to sleep with him and she told him she couldn’t - not only that but she had said she wasn't sure she ever could. The thought had felt so wrong and terrible and the guilt that had flooded her had been crippling. She hadn’t wanted his touch. And now?

Relief. It flooded through all three women so strongly that it made Willow grunt in protest.

‘I just see me.’

‘See? Hotasfucksoooooo… he is sleeping over huh?’ Willow, cheeky as ever, cackled.

‘I mean, it is about time, but you know we’re there for you.’ ‘Ali, I think you meant to say that to me.’ ‘No, I meant to say it to her.’ ‘Oh. ANYWAY’ ‘What? Sex is awesome.’ ‘I AGREE – We’re keeping this one then? It sounds like you’re..uh.. keepin’ him a lot. Admit it, you like those rough huntsman hands.’

‘WILLOW!’ Rosemarri all but howled through that connection.

‘He treats her well. She deserves this.’ Alisena soothed. ‘Of course, if he does break her heart, I will feed him to Gwen.’

‘Yo.. can she turn me into a vampire? Or do I need a soul for that?’

Rosemarri set the mirror down, her hands gripping the vanity and her mouth as she wheeze-laughed into her palm. It was a drunken feeling of happiness that flooded her, of freedom and at this moment? Laughter. Smothered since she was attempting to not wake up Burrich or make him think she was a psycho for laughing to herself in the bathroom. @fel-on-heels

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After the Pier

Alisena lazed in the ornate tub, submerged to her neck in the warm, scented bath water, soaking her tired body. Her eyes were closed, her hair slicked wet over one shoulder. It had taken three scrubbings with the hair concoction she’d received from Tyraeri to finally get the scent out of it. The smell had burned itself permanently in her memory, the scent of rotten fish, excrement and vomit. She’d kept herself rather together until all her duties had been completed, unwilling to disgrace herself by vomiting from the smell until she had made it home to Elwynn. The soiled clothing she’d worn would have to be dumped into the nether or burned to cinder....she wasn’t sure which. The sound of footsteps outside the bathroom announced the arrival of either Saryla or Gwyn.....and she was relieved when the door opened to reveal the her wife. “Are you alright,” she asked. “I could smell the sickness. Are you feeling ill?” Alisena shook her head. “No. There was an incident today,” she said. She knew she should probably get out of the bath, but she was just so tired and the bath felt so warm. Instead, she gestured towards her red-headed partner to come join her. Gwyn undressed and slipped into the tub with her, and Alisena positioned herself so she could lay back against her, and she felt Gwyn’s arms slide around her form. There was a sharp intake of breath as her partner viewed the bruise that had begun to form on her shoulder where she’d used brute strength to force open the door of the carriage. “Did someone hit you?!” “No, I did it to myself. Do not worry, Rosemarri scolded me,” she said. “I’m alright, I promise. Just tired, and a little disturbed.” She went into the night’s events, the trip to the Pier, what had happened, and their flight back to Southwatch. “I don’t know how we’re ever going to get these people to understand that we’re only there to help,” she muttered, her tone that of concern. “And why should you make them understand?” Her partner’s tone was much more angrier. “Gwyn, my love.....I know you are angry, but please understand. I do not want vengeance.” She paused, perhaps realizing just how much in the last few years she had changed. “As I told Hal and Lenora today......the words of House Sunshield and the Coalition.....For the People.....isn’t just some catchy phrase Lord Sunshield put together. We are doing what we can for the people of Westfall and Duskwood, and for the Alliance. Every day people. We can’t pick and choose who we serve, and sometimes we must even aid the heathens that don’t want it.” She let out a soft sigh, before she shook her head. “The men who initiated the riot will find judgement tomorrow. Take me to bed?” Her partner nodded, and helped her out of the tub. After drying themselves off, Gwyn lifted her into her arms, and carried her to bed. An evening with her wife was just the remedy she needed for her troubled thoughts. Those troubles could keep for another day.