Three letters were written in neat script, sealed with the house brand of knotted gold roots. Each addressed to a house, to a place of importance with the utmost professional tone to each of such.
The first, was one delivered to the Shadowsunder lands. To the head of such, with a simple yet delicate inquiry:
Lord Shadowsunder,
I hope that this letter finds you in good health this day, and furthermore, of a amicable mind. While you do not know me, I have heard of your house and your houses goods. To my understanding, you are trying to make a better name for yourself as well in Quel’thalas.
While I will not promise any false hopes to restore your name to its former glories, or make any absurd requests of one of your grand phoenixes, I was hoping that you could help me pertain a rare trinket for my soon-to-be wife. Perhaps if you could help me with such, I could offer my own support monetarily or else wise with further connections in any way I can to repay such a favor.
You see, my wife has a certain like of those fiery birds and romantic words. For her present, I had hoped to bring her a feather of one phoenix, yet one that has never touched the ground. I feel such would please her greatly, and in turn, would please me as well.
As I said, I will offer any repayment I could for said feather.
Please do consider my request, as I shall be ever pleased to have such a special object for my beloved.
Sincerely,
Lord Thori’thal
The second, was sent with just as much care as the first. This time, though, it went to a house in the lower portions of the greener side of Quel’Thalas. Addressed to a bishop who had a name for herself in a different trade.
Bishop Bael’Nar,
I hope that this letter finds you in good faith and health. I have gotten word from close associates of mine that you may be the perfect fit for something I need to have done, being that you are a devout and holy woman your own. I understand you to be in the silk business with your family, which is quite fortuitous for what I desire, if you can provide such.
I am looking for a silk cloth, specifically spun by a holy woman’s fingers. The quality and coincidence of your professions make you a prime idea for this request that I would like to fulfill as soon as possible. I assure you, this would bring you to a high payout to your business and an extra tip for your own work in this and the speed of completion.
If you can help me with the above request, please let me know at your earliest convenience. May this be the start to a happy trade.
Sincerely,
Lord Thori’thal
The final letter found its way to the familiar rose-scented estates. The words, while still professional, did hold some degree of care for the recipient, and it was clear in the more honest and directness of such post.
Vesthiriel,
I know our last meeting was met with an outburst, and I am sure that you will find it within yourself to forgive me for such. I do not need to explain myself, nor will I go on about it, but you have this here in writing, which you know is rare for me to admit.
I have found a way to make your sister less of a flight risk, and better assure that our houses are no longer threatened by whatever curse of wanderlust keeps her in it’s grips. I have seen a test of such, and I assure you, even you would be impressed upon this plan. Perhaps I will pay a visit soon to further explain it to you; when I am not so busy at hand.
For now, I have a simple request to make with your next correspondence. If you could please enclose three of your roses to me: One red, one black, one white. I know of two of those, and I know your hobbies and likes to creating such fantastical colors of roses. I am assured you can get this to me soon, and for such, I will be very pleased to offer you that extension you were looking for in our last correspondences.
The Tournament of Ages was something to behold. Booths and fights and people abundant. Smells and sights that made the crowds gather and let their coin pass freely from palm to palm.
Taliori had come to the tournament under the suggestion of Quineven, in a late discussion in passing that he would rather like to know what it was like, but had more business to handle back at Embertree. The woman had known it was more because he didn't much care for the crowds of it, but she would have let that go and instead agreed that she’d go and report back to him all the details.
Already, she’d done plenty here. She’d seen the fights, gone to many of the booths, spent time with Gabriel. That was what she’d mostly done, especially when they started to drink. She got him to pay for more than enough drinks that one night he’d carried her on his back all the way to their room. Of course, while he complained about how much of a pain it was, she knew he enjoyed himself just as much.
Today, however, was something special. There was a gala- or would it be considered a ball? Tali wasn’t quite sure. All that she did know is that she had to find a nice dress for it. Not only did she want to go, but she wanted to look nice and have fun with Gabriel again- perhaps even get to see more of those friends she had in the Guard.
She wandered the stalls, having parted from the rogue earlier that day with claims that she was going to get ready for the gala and that he couldn’t come along. She wanted to surprise him, as silly as it seemed, perhaps even show him up considering how much he teased her about it. She’d found a simple sort of dress that wasn’t too bad, although she wasn’t quite sure it would fit. A common problem for her, and one that annoyed her to all hell.
Still, she bought it without care, telling herself perhaps she could find someone to help her adjust it or try to get it sewn up right herself eventually before the evening. She liked it, and she wouldn’t let the fact that the skirts were pooling around her feet be the thing that stopped her.
She’d made it back to the inn where Gabriel had been ever so kind enough to get a room for them both. Before she could complete her journey, however, she was stopped by the matron. It was a quick conversation, a little wrapped gift left in her hands before the woman wandered off again, tending to business elsewhere in her bustling little inn.
It wasn’t stated who had left it, merely that a dark haired man had done so. No notes signaled who it was, though as she finally stepped back into the small room she shared with Gabriel, she came to the conclusion it might’ve been him. After all, she wouldn’t know anyone else who might’ve left such a gift with dark hair.
Not giving it more though, she set the dress down on the bed she’d bought, spreading it out slowly before turning back to the gift. It was round and heavy, and the wrapping was simple in it’s own right, as if a shopkeeper had done it in a rush. With just a little bit of ripping, Taliori had revealed what the gift truly hid inside.
A peach.
It was perfectly ripened, just soft enough to tell it was going to be juicy and sweet, just the way that she liked it. Honestly, it was surprising how well it seemed to be off considering how the other fruits turned out in the weather this far north. She certainly appreciated it, and was ever so excited to get to feast on the little treat before the gala that would happen that night. A treat that she realized, perhaps, would be better enjoyed when she wasn’t in her dress and risked the chance of dripping juices upon it.
Taliori brought the peach up to her lips, feeling the soft fuzz of the fruit brush along the more sensitive skin and slowly bit down upon the soft flesh. Immediately, she felt the sweet taste of it wash over her tongue that tasted far better than any of the other fruits she’d swiped while up north. She relished it, sitting down for a moment on the bed while she chewed slowly on the first bite.
There was a rush, like a little tingle that ran down her spine, that she felt was strange. Yet, taking another bite with a greedy hunger, she thought perhaps it was merely the fact that she’d not had such a tasty treat in a while. She swallowed down on the delectible fruit, finding more and more of it irresistible.
More bites were taken, and she started to wonder if perhaps she was more hungry than she had let on originally. It was almost addicting, the sweet wash of the fruit on her tongue and the little shiver she got from the cool fruit. Gooseflesh rose on her arms and she slowly would just relax back on the bed more, looking up to the ceiling as she ate away at the fruit, already halfway gone.
She smiled, wondering back to if there was ever a time that she had something half as tasty as this. Even when the ship stocks were low and months would go by that she may not get a taste of the fruit she so adored, never had she thought them quite as tasty as this.
Perhaps it was magic, she considered briefly, taking yet another bite on the slowly shrinking fruit. She’d known of groves that used magic enchantments that would make fruit more sweet, more full, more delicious than any others of their kind. The way soils would be nurtured and the plants cared for. The little monk could close her eyes and remember those pages she’d turned, the words on them speaking of wide valleys full of this large blooms and heavy fruits. The ways that magic had helped in creating this new breed of food.
She bit at more of the fruit, soon finding that her fingers had to now hold onto the sticky core, little meat actually left of it. Her fingers felt as if they were tingling and her eyes focused on the gradient of the flesh. It was soft and subtle, like a burning sunset, and she loved the way it looked. Really, it was a fine thing, and she tried to make a note to herself to ask where the fruit had been bought at a later time. Perhaps she could get more of this delectable strain of peach.
Time passed on, it seemed, at far too quick a pace. The peach now eaten to it’s core, leaving tali only the chance to nibble at stray pieces of it and lick away the juices that had fallen to her fingers. She’d risen from the bed, now looking around the room in a haze. She wasn’t focused truly on anything, more like she was set in a dream, silently observing while she got that last sweet taste off of her fingers.
The only thing that stirred her from this eventually was a knock at the door. It surprised her, really, and she felt as if she’d jump out of her skin. The abrupt awakening from her haze made her feel almost dizzy, licking at her lips and trying to focus again as she walked to the door. She didn’t quite think who it is that would come knocking, but she didn’t see any issue in opening the entrance to whoever it could be.
The door swung open enough for her to peek outside, and she looked up to meet a gaze of familiarity. A tall, dark haired man stood before her. Finely dressed with an air of confidence enough to make even the strongest willed bow to it.
The haze in her mind broke away, and there was that shiver like electricity that ran up her spine and across her skin. It was as if the entire world silenced, and the only person she could focus on was the handsome man that stood before her. She didn’t dare tear her eyes away from his, consumed by him. As though suddenly the world had silenced around them; heat rising to her cheeks and her heart thudding loudly in her chest. She was almost scared that he could hear it as it threatened to leap forth from her.
“Nesrin...”
Her lips drew the name from them, as if speaking something long awaited and since missed. The way it rolled off her tongue made her shiver, like a gentle vibration against her lips that she had never noticed before. Why hadn’t she noticed?
His eyes pulled from hers, and he looked down to the pit in her left hand. He smiled and she felt her heart quicken its pace, seeing that rare expression that was saved only for her. Something she felt immense pride in receiving from him.
Nesrin reached out, his fingers brushing along hers feeling like electric for each touch they gave, and slowly, he’d move to pluck the pit from her grasp. She gladly gave it to him, unsure what he needed it for, yet not arguing at all.
He finally spoke, his voice rumbling out into smooth tones, speaking her name like a song to her ears, “Taliorinth, my precious little rose. How I’ve missed you… I see you’ve liked my gift.” He would raise the pit, showing the proof of her enjoyment before stashing it away in some hidden pocket.
She swallowed down, feeling the heat seep into her cheeks as she blushed, a smile forming on her lips as she felt almost shy about the attention he gave her. Of course he would give her such a delicious treat. He knew her the best, after all, and he knew how much she loved such fruits. Why would she have ever thought otherwise.
“I didn’t know… Ah… you’d gotten me it. It was the most delicious thing i’ve ever tasted, Nesrin, I swear. Thank you so much!” She smiled, moving to press forward and wrap her arms around him, hugging herself close to him and taking in a deep breath.
She’d feel his arms wrap around her in return and she smiled so wide, her cheeks started to hurt. It had been so long since she’d last seen him, and she hadn’t realized just how much she missed being held by him like this. Being near him. Smelling the thick cologne that clung to him with that heavy woody scent.
His hand brushed through her hair, tangling into her wild locks of blonde as she slowly looked up to his sharp features. The little smile on his face that she adored and the bright gaze that stared her down. He moved, fingers pulling from her hair to run across her jaw lightly.
“Did you miss me, little rose?” he murmured in such a low tone that she felt a shiver run up her spine.
Without a moment of hesitation,she nodded her head. “I did. I should’ve come back sooner, I know, but I…” She trailed off, glancing to the side. Why had she not come back to him. What reason did she even have to leave in the first place?
It wasn’t long before she trailed off, that suddenly, she felt him lean down. His hold on her jaw moved her face to the perfect position for his lips to meet her own in a kiss. It was light at first, almost cautious for some reason. She felt it, and immediately she forgot anything else rather than him. Instead of thinking on the past, she focused on the present and pushed back into the kiss eagerly.
Within moments, her lips had parted and his mimicked the action, their tongues meeting as she felt him pull her closer to him. Crushed in an embrace that grounded her with the dizzying feeling of affection and desire rising up now.
She had missed him, missed everything about him. And now he was back, and she had full intent to make it up to him.
He must have known, in some fashion, for he drew back from the kiss, breathing heavier. He did not stray far from her lips, and she felt the breath on her lips as he spoke in a low husky tone.
“Soon, little rose. Soon.” He’d press another brief kiss to her lips that she followed after as soon as he parted once more.
Now he stood again, and she looked up to him with absolute adoration. He would pinch her chin, and she’d just smile up to him, wondering why ever he would want to wait. They were alone in this room. No one would bother them, surely.
He must’ve seen the confusion in her expression, as he’d just stroke her lower lip affectionately as he said, “Do you love me, Taliorinth?”
Immediately, she wanted to snort. What a stupid question that was. She adored him. She always had, after all. “Of course I do.”
“Tell me, then. Say it.” He continued to press.
It seemed like such a strange request so suddenly, and with only a slight furrow of her brows, she said, “I love you, Nesrin.”
Her hand would grip onto him a bit tighter, and without further prompting, she said it again, “I love you.” Reaching up, she urged him back down, bringing him back close to her lips as her eyes lidded. He seemed almost surprised, and that caused her to smile a bit.
She wouldn’t press a kiss to his lips, not quite yet, instead repeating the same actions he had before by speaking near to his lips, so that he felt the words leave her mouth as she said in a low tone, meant only for him to hear, as if there was a threat of someone else that could possibly nearby. “I love you… and I’ve missed you. I want to go somewhere private, just you and me, so I can make up for it all.”
She was honest, as she always was with him. And judging by the way he smiled in return, she knew that she’d be able to get exactly what she wanted. Exactly what they both wanted. He didn’t have to say anything at all. She already knew that she’d won, and he did not seem at all bothered. She was the only woman he’d let defeat him so easily, after all, as he said so often.
Slowly, she pressed another kiss to his lips, her body held close to his. It was addicting, the way he kissed her, and it made her curse ever leaving his side. She didn’t want to again, especially not tonight. She wanted to feel his touch on every part of her, to cast his adoring gaze on her and her alone.
When they drew back from the kiss, they locked eyes once more. No words passed between the two of them, and instead, he’d just straighten himself again. She wasn’t at all afraid of him leaving, quickly taking hold of his hand with her left and squeezing gently.
Slowly, he intertwined his fingers with her own then lift them up so that he could place a gentle kiss over the ring that still rested there, and had since he’d given it back to her at her home.
Nesrin murmured lightly, “I knew you would not run away again, my love.”
Taliori smiled as she followed him back out of the room, happy and content.
She still tasted that peaches sweetness on her tongue.
The evening was thick with warning, and it was no more apparent than in the corner of the wood where the Hawk held court. The wagons were arrayed between the trees in manner most strange, a small village of wood and dyed cloth. In the heart of the space, was the trio of wagons of the Lady of the Hawk; they were more resplendent, more intense, and more grand than any other. A great bonfire roared there, unattended. Eerily so. There was a notable lack of people in the carts; in fact, it was silent, save a discordant humming that turned sweet by turns.
Nesrin Thori’thal was slow walking through these foreign woods, never once betraying his discomfort to the surrounding emptiness. The eerie feeling was thick to him, causing him to feel more as if he were wading through a deep pond than anything. The sweet song was only adding to this rather discomforting scene he'd found himself in. Yet where else had he to go? There was no solution for the trouble he faced, and so he would turn to these skeptical, alternative moves. Witchcraft of more shady business... Someone who could produce the results that he wanted... that he needed.
He stopped as he came to this central place. Looking over the great bonfire, it reflected off the fine gold hues that he'd traveled in. His stature was thin, yet intimidating, those intense eyes peeking over a cloth that held the bottom half of his face more a mystery.
He waited... he did not call, for that is what the man who directed him here said to do. Whomever this woman was that could work miracles, he was certain she would be arriving soon enough... Just given the time.... Time that he could wait still.
Abruptly, a figure came forth through the bright hues of the bonfire, as if it spit her out before him itself, the flames licking at her heels. The sweet song seemed to die away and quiet in anticipation for the honeyed voice that would soon follow her appearance.
“Welcome, traveller.” The soothing tones lilted on, “Do you come for a meal and rest from your vigors?”
Nesrin had no time for this play, cutting straight to the point with an even tone that set forth his business clearly, “You are the woman by the name of Dasia, are you not?”
There was a cant to the woman’s head, a slight tinkle of jewels knocking against others as she moved to emphasize the movement itself before she asked, “I am the woman you seek, if you seek…help.” She stepped forward, her form fully coming to focus.
She was a beautiful woman of a full figure, soft as a mother, yet her hips swayed like a maiden in her first bloom. The man, though, was not distracted as she continued on, “And what can I assist you with…my Lord?”
He adjusted his stance, facing her completely to let his attention set only on the woman now before him. He studied her, like a specimen in glass, judging and measuring to set forth any signs to what her game truly was, to discern any more knowledge before he fell too deep into a belief of a fraud.
“I hear you are a woman that can get me the results I need. A woman that can craft some change that will get me to my desired ends.” He spoke in a cool, even tone.
Quick as ever, she replied, “Anything can happen, if you know the ways and have the means. What do you want, My Lord? Tell me your heart’s desire.”
“My wife-to-be has a knack for disappearing, of losing focus on what matters the most. For such, I want to not only find her, but be assured that I will not lose her once again.” He stated, “To anyone.”
The words were hiding the venom in his veins, the frustration of a prize that kept slipping away that lead him to such extremes as to believe in some woman in the woods to give him what he wanted.
Dasia’s smile held the promises that he had known to expect. “Oh, a matter of the heart-- I do so love those.” Her eyes, a deep amethyst, seemed to glint like metal as she matched his harsh stare for one of her own.
“A binding, a finding…easy, easy, but harder to make her want it. Does she love but wander far, or should I find means to make her see only you?” The woman swayed herself forward, like the rock of sea waves coming around rocky shores, her hands opened and welcoming him to her ideas. The man did not move from his spot.
Nesrin found no need for lies, and he knew Taliorinth honestly. She did not love him…not completely. No matter what he would say or do, there was always a distance between them, where all he gave was complete devotion to her.
“Clarity…of who it is that is most devoted to her would be an added bonus,” he said simply.
“Delightful.” She laughed softly, a sweet sound that wrapped about the pair. “I can do this for you, easily. The heart is so easily won, and lost, and won forever. I will need a price fulfilled…but for a token of my kindness and a promise for better things to come, I can offer you something to prove my worth.”
Nesrin was a man of proof, of action. The offer was a pleasant idea, something to prove that this whispered lead would come to something worthwhile in the end. He asked, “And what is that?”
Dasia’s lashes lowered, and she spoke on. “A root for a rambling rose, but what else.” She hummed, “Rosehip root, soaked in moonlight, dried in autumn wind, sweetened with honey and liqueur…and sealed in a peach.”
Nesrin refrained from allowing himself a snort at her poetic words and how they matched to those sisters so sweetly. “So you can do research. You’ve eyes and ears. What is that to prove of your worth to me? That you know how to listen well?”
Dasia bowed her head demurely. “That I know what it is you want and can offer it.” From her skirts, she brought forth a peach, hard yet but on the cusp of ripeness.
The man focused on such, especially as it was tossed towards him with an easy throw.
She continued, “Give this to your girl, and find me again if you like what you see. You are a business man, my Lord, and I will not ask for payment, for what I cannot provide. I warn you though-- this peach may be used once, and upon the morning after you shall lose the taste of it-- and her the memory of the gift at all. You will see but a glimpse of what I can make for you with the right tools…and payment.”
Nesrin would hum, inspecting this mystical fruit he’d been given as an offering. “A single day of a gift. To prove your worth,” he summarized, looking back to the woman. “And how is it to work, then. Explain to me this gift. You say I may like what I see, but what is it that I shall expect in change?”
Dasia opened her hands. “A bite of a peach, and she will remember your smile when you look at her. A half-dozen, and she shall forget the smiles of others, for all will pale in comparison to the hue of your eyes. If she licks it down to that pebbled pit…” She licked her lips. “She will forget any name but yours, and crave for nothing more than the wholeness of your attentions.”
“This is but a night. I can offer more, and you shall see it. Do not attempt to tarry in her graces after dawn, however-- the spell is short. Purposefully, short.”
“Merely a taste, I understand such.” Nesrin let out a slow breath through his nose. “And must I be in her presence when this peach is first eaten? I fear questions may arise if I would simply offer such a thing to her in these current times.”
Dasia beamed. “Oh no, this was made without you, and only needs a hint of you to seal it’s magics.” She turned to face the fire then, tossing something into the flames. The flames roared, the hue of their fierceness changing to pink, like petals of a rose.
She continued on with her dramatics, speaking again, “Kiss but the skin of it, and it will be marked. And she will never know such love as she feels for you that night.”
Nesrin looked to the fruit once more. “And this will cost me nothing in return. This one gift.”
The woman lifted her hands to the flames. “Consider it a promise to be fulfilled-- one night is nothing, compared to a lifetime.”
“This is true.” He agreed, thinking of just the what-if’s of this small promise. All that it could potentially bring and the joy it would bring him.
“You will return when you see what I have to offer. After all, what good is a business woman, if she refuses to give a sample of her wares?” There was an almost teasing tone in her voice, one he’d think was more akin to that eldest rose than he’d like.
He looked back to Dasia, curling his fingers around the fruit protectively. “And if I do like what is offered, what is this price I may have to pay? Can you tell me that now?”
Dasia turned back to face him, all smiles. “I can. I shall need things to make the charm, and things to buy my skills. I need from you, a lump of gold, thick as your finger and half as long, rose quartz that has come from a thief's hands, three roses-- in red, and black, and white. I will need a thorn stabbed with her blood, and then left to sit in noontide for three days.”
She hummed again, going on, “In payment, I wish for a feather from a bird that has never touched the ground, silk spun by a holy woman, and--” She paused. “Well, the last of my requests will wait until you see the peach at work and return to me with a Deal. When you wish to see me, drop a coin marked with a drop of your blood into the loam and leaf litter; I will find you.”
Nesrin raised his brows as she spoke of her list of needs and her payments. He thought over it only for a moment, passing it over to memory soon after. He took in a breath, continuing on, “Then we shall see how things end and if I shall return. If what you say of this fruit is true, then you will surely see me soon again. If not…then I would not hold your breath for my arrival once more. No need to waste time for something unwanted, after all.”
He’d place the fruit to his pocket, assuring it would be safe before he stated, “There is nothing more you need from me, yes?”
“Not a thing. I do not give gifts idly, My Lord, but I think you will enjoy what you see.”
“We shall see.” He would not feed into the act of this too far, “With nothing more, I shall be on my way then. Ih ope for both of our sakes, that you will see me soon again.”
Dasia smiled, looking back to him from her fires, “I know I shall, Lord Thori’thal. May your rose bloom-- or not-- eternal, as you wish it.”
Nesrin’s eyes never left her, the words stabbing closer to the truth of matters unspoken and hidden then he would have liked. She was a woman who gathered her whispers well, it seemed, and he would make note of such to be wary in the future.
Without another word, he turned, leaving her presence at the same pace as he arrived, listening as that humming slowly started up again, the woman’s voice trailing him as he left.
A short meal had been had, lukewarm in nature, but tasty nonetheless. There had even been a ripe peach resting to the side, saved for last so that she could let it’s sweet juices linger in her mouth.
Taliorinth was still puzzled as to how she got here, but thinking over the events, she grew more concerned as her memory pieced together what happened. It was troubling, and the feeling of guilt grew in her stomach as she went on. She knew she wasn’t home, and she knew she wasn’t in that mans house either. In fact, after a few moments longer, she realized exactly where she was.
Embertree.
She slowly had lifted from the table, moving to the window to figure what time it was exactly. The display of lands were tinted in that amber glow, the show of the late afternoon she’d awaken into. It made her frown a bit, the lack of memory of getting here troubling her greatly.
Taliorinth sat there, silently wondering to herself, ‘Just what happened?’
There was a beautiful laugh that echoed along the table, and abruptly, attention was demanded with the honey voice of the head of the family.
“Now, this is the moment to speak of it in truth! Please!” Vesthiriel’s gaze drifted to Taliorinth and the man beside her, glowing with pride, “It is official then, and that is why I asked you all here. My dear, darling young sister Taliorinth Rosespear, has officially accepted the proposal of Nesrin Thori’thal, and we are having the ceremony in a matter of weeks!”
She clapped, her delighted features guileless. “Normally we would wait, but seeing as the groom waited so long, and the bride herself was without… haste we thought was the kinder gesture.”
Nesrin smiled at that, rubbing his hand along Taliorinth’s shoulder slowly. “Truly, there is nothing we look forward to more.”
The small woman herself kept a neutral expression, holding back something in favor of a look to the man who smiled to her. Automatically, she lifted her lips and offered a reflection of that smile.
The man with the bushy beard, Taeral Everdawn, lifted his glass in kind. “Ah, such wonderful news. My congratulations to the soon to be happy couple.” A polite smile offered to both.
Gabriel’s expression twitched at the mention of the wedding, his grey gaze drifting over to Taliorinth, watching her reaction. A twitch of a frown on the edge of his lips, no words said at all from his side.
Laenetta took the moment to lean forward slowly, looking like a panther ready to pounce. “No congratulations for the happy couple?”
In a moment, the man shook his head, snapping out of thoughts unheard and focusing his gaze instead on Laenetta, “Forgive me, I was merely… overcome with joy for words.” He tried to smile again, but it was clearly forced.
“Well, here’s your chance. Say it.” Lanetta smiled viciously.
Silence fell over the table, drawing on an almost awkward length, yet it was cut through quickly by that sweet voice of Vesthiriel once more.
“Then a toast! To the happy couple.” She swept back behind Taliorinth, placing a hand on her shoulder, raising her glass with the other, “To Taliorinth Thori’thal, future Lady of Hymethalas, and her adoring and patient husband-to-be.” Her eyes were cast along the table, “Please, all of you, raise your glasses! To the Bride!”
One by one, the others at the table rose their glasses, Laenetta quick to offer out, “Cheers! Gabriel should give a toast too!”
There was clear hesitancy, Gabriel not wanting to say something, but eventually he said, “To your continued happiness and everything you deserve.” Yet his eyes did not fall on anyone but Taliorinth.
The small bride-to-be met his gaze, her smile faltering a bit with that look, one that spoke volumes of it’s own paired with the words he said.
Vesthiriel quickly added, “And to the groom!” Which was echoed along the table from the others. As it fell to silence again, she went on easily, looking to each gathered, “We will be celebrating and enjoying the union for those coming days, and you are all invited to join us in our hospitality. We plan on remaining together for this time-- it would be a shame to part the pair after so long, so many years without each other.”
Gabriel took this moment to speak up, “While you have my congratulations, there are many I am sure would delight in this news of her coming… union. Perhaps she could spare some time to share this news with certain others who have been missing her terribly these past few weeks.”
Laenetta rose her brow, “And we have been missing her terribly these past -years-. They can wait.”
Vesthiriel spoke up then, “Ah, but they are welcome here, Lord Shadowdrake! And in our home they are most, most welcome. After all, we are nothing--” A sharp look was given to Laenetta, causing the other woman to wilt, “if not hospitable.”
Her words spent, she leaned in to whisper to Taliorinth, “My peach, you must smile more and speak more kindly of Nesrin. Your silence is unbecoming this time; I know you so love to chatter, why do you not tell us how much you are excited for this chance to make everyone so very happy?”
Taliorinth blinked at her sister’s words right next to her ear, lifting her gaze and looking about at the table. Just as commanded, she put on a bright smile, truly looking happy as she said, "I am really happy here- being able to spend so much time with everyone. I'd hate to waste the opportunity, especially after so long."
She looked to her sisters... especially Vesthiriel, looking for that approval before she went on, "And especially with all the delicious food and places we've gotten to go experience. It feels nice..." She did slowly look to Nesrin, somehow wanting approval from that man as well.
Nesrin’s fingers still gently caressed Taliorinth’s arm, he nodded at her look, “And there’s still much to see. We’ll, of course, take some time in my own lands… but afterwards we’ll be coming back here to host the ceremony proper, is that not correct?”
“Perhaps,” Gabriel spoke up again, “I can make the arrangements then if that is what you wish. I am sure they would all love to hear you say such. One in particular comes to mind. They don’t like to get out much, as you remember, but they have told me before I came here of how much they have missed you. Quite. Even so, I am sure they would be delighted to have you tell them in person.”
Taliorinth’s attention focused on Gabriel again, the words garnering something in her. She knew he was talking of Quineven, and immediately there was a pang in her heart. Her eyes spoke of her want to see him. Her want was enough that she dared to open her mouth and say, “Maybe… maybe just for a day I could go visit them?” Like a child asking permission, she looked to her eldest sister.
Vesthiriel looked at her sisters, and the woman clucked maternally. "Oh darling, you would ask that after your escapade at the beach?" Her voice had a shadow of hurt to it. "I thought you were being wiser, like we know you can be, my dear."
Taliorinth’s ears pinned down, the hurt felt like a stab through her heart, silencing away any desire to do what she should have know was forbidden at this time.
Gabriel, however, would not stay silent, quickly saying, “I hardly think a mere day would hurt anything, with all due respect, Lady Rosespear.”
Vesthiriel merely let her face show a moment of emotion, her words dripping with the wound the simple request had caused, “You promised, Taliorinth…”
Laenetta had cast a sharp look to Gabriel, putting a comforting hand on the eldest sisters arm before slowly looking away from Gabriel to Taliorinth instead, “We… only want to spend these times with you. Your promises mean a lot to us, Taliorinth. We love you.”
Before a response could be given, Vesth just shook her head, “It is not to be considered, my dear. You must remain here. It’s only the wise decision.” She reached forward, placing her soft hand against Tali’s cheek, “It is what father would have wanted for you, you know how he loved us to be happy together.”
Taliorinth’s eyes widened a bit, looking worried… and then hurt at her own words. She swallowed down, leaning against the hand slightly before she said, “Ah…” hesitant, yet quick to put on a smile, “I won’t go anywhere… I did promise. I’m sorry I asked. I didn’t mean to offend.”
An approving glance was given to Vesthiriel over Taliorinth’s head, Nesrin’s intense gaze settling instead on Gabriel then, “You’ll have to tell these… friends… that she simply cannot do such. If they miss her so, then surely they can come to her. If not, then perhaps they are not as true to their friendships and commitments to her happiness as they make themselves seem.”
Silence was cast over the table, the moment giving Gabriel the chance to speak, “Very well. If even one day is asking far too much in order to see the other people in her life that love her, a question would have to be raised as to when she might be able to leave to go see them.”
Lanetta scoffed, “We said that they could come here. She can see them just fine that way.”
“After the wedding, of course.” Vesthiriel smiled, as though it was the clearest thing in the world.
Taliorinth’s brows twitched together, “The wedding isn’t… too far off. It’s not too much longer, so…”
Nesrin shifted, “Of course… Such a shame it could not be sooner, hrm?” He brushed his hand through some of Taliorinth’s hair, offer out the idea to the table.
Taeral cleared his throat then, rather loudly so as to drew attention to himself. "I can see this family is nothing if not close and loving. A refreshing thing to witness, in these trying times. If only more families were such." A subtle glance was spared Gabriel, before turning that polite smile to the hostess and her family. "If you might permit me, however, I would like to walk off a bit of this wine and observe your lovely gardens in the process." He set his now empty wineglass upon the table and shifted to stand. "Perhaps this other guest of yours might occupy me? I would very much enjoy the company." He turned then, setting his gaze upon Gabriel with a sharpness.
Gabriel opened his mouth to object to Taliorinth's acceptance of this matter, but his words were silenced once the other man spoke. He looked to Tali pleadingly before swallowing and drawing his attention to the man that now hovered over him. "I am not familiar with these grounds, I am afraid. Perhaps one of the ladies here would be better company to you?"
Vesthiriel just smiled, motioning them on, “Please, Taeral, Gabriel. We’ll join you in the gardens momentarily, but the new family needs a moment together.”
Nesrin’s eyes lidded a bit, watching the two with a secret pleasure. “I would agree. Do not be so very rude to our good friend here, Gabriel.”
Taliorinth could only watch as they all pushed Gabriel away. She wanted to apologize, but no words would rise from her throat… not now.
Taeral Everdawn narrowed his eyes and placed a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder, holding the man in place for the time. “I’m afraid I must insist, Gabriel,” A certain sharpness to his tone, before tightening his grip on the man’s shoulder. “There is a question on my mind, if you would allow us some time, Lady Rosespear. With all due respect.”
Vesthiriel merely smiled indulgently, “Please, go on.”
Gabriel’s brows furrowed, and he looked back to Taliorinth… only to lower his eyes in defeat soon after, “Very well, Lord Everdawn… if that is what you wish. I will comply.”
She stared out of the window still, her eyes glazed over in thought as she pieced together her memory of things again. It was like an itch that she was finally getting to scratch, yet the more she went at it, the more she felt pangs of pain.
Like something was wrong.
Gabriel being there.
Everyone leaving.
Her being here.
Something had happened, and as she remembered more and more of it, Taliorinth was realizing just how much was truly wrong. Just how much trouble she’d be in.
It scared her, a bit, making her wring her hands in the loose gentle skirts of her dress.
What was she going to do?
They were alone.
Gabriel. Taeral. Her sisters.
All left her with her husband-to-be.
Taliorinth wanted to get up, and truth be told, there'd be a little shift in her position to try and do so.... ahhhh but that would not happen. Not with Nesrin there, holding her shoulders close. When Vesthiriel and Laenetta wandered off, she felt that dread well up inside of her again, knowing that left her to whatever Nesrin wished.... but was it really all that bad? She had to stop thinking the worst of it. Having Gabe here.... reminding her of all those things... it just made it all the worst.
She had those doubts swirling about her mind again that troubled her so, torn between wanting to comply to her sister’s wishes, to Nesrin’s wishes... to be offered everything, or to go with Gabe... to argue against what the sisters offered and go back to the ship, the grungy life that she'd grown to love and care for and all the people that came with it.... People like Quineven, that Gabriel so wished her to remember in times such as this. Truthfully, she felt immense guilt for such, but what could she honestly do? What could anyone do in this position?
Nesrin, to his credit, was well and patient as the pairs all too their turns wandering off. Slowly, he glanced about to the empty chairs, his fingers teasing through the curls of the blonde that he still had a possessive hold over. Eventually, without turning his gaze to her, he stated, "So this is the man that you were so adamant about abandoning us for."
Taliorinth blinked, looking to Nesrin, and then to the side with a guilty look. She didn't know what to say to that…
"I can honestly say i'm disappointed in it. The way he speaks of us, he is clearly a bad influence in your life, Taliorinth... Much like that man that stole you away from us all those years ago. I had thought you to be smarter than to fall for such lies from the man? Do you honestly think he cares about you? Do you not realize how valuable you are?" Nesrin stated in a calm and even tone.
Taliorinth's ears wilted further at the words, feeling the stinging of each syllable. Swallowing down, she muttered, "He is just worried, Nesrin."
He snorted, showing a break of that neutral expression, "Worried? Do you really believe that? Honestly, Taliorinth, listen to us.... listen to those that you've known all your life to be true, to be wise. He is not good for you. He is merely using you for something more..."
Nesrin frowned, looking down to her and shifting his hand, moving to grab hold of her face 'gently' and force her to look up at him, "I care about you, Taliorinth.... and I will not allow you to be lost to some man that thinks himself smart enough to pull the wool over all our eyes. He is bad for you, do you understand?"
Taliorinth didn't resist the hand that pulled up her chin, looking to Nesrin right in that intense gaze of his, frowning as she did so. His words made sense... too much sense. She cursed herself, curled her hands into fists... She was so conflicted, but she knew.... she knew she couldn't trust herself with it. "Nesrin..." She started, failing to finish.
Nesrin's fingers twitched, tightening ever so slightly on her, "Taliorinth. Trust me. You know I would not do anything to hurt you, yes? I have taken care of you all this time... just let me take care of you again." There was a genuine tone there in his voice, watching her closely.
Taliorinth wanted to pull her gaze away, yet she couldn't as was so often the case. She just watched into those sharp eyes of his, seeing that honesty, that commitment. She reminded herself that he was a good man. That he did mean well, and that her discomfort was perhaps just was an overreaction. Slowly, her hands uncurled from the fists and she nodded her head, "I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me. I know you care. I do trust you, Nesrin."
Nesrin Thori'thal stayed silent for a few moments, letting the words she spoke hang in the air for a few long moments.
"Tell me you understand, Taliorinth." He'd finally say, commanding her such.
Taliorinth took in a slow breath, and without hesitation she said, "I understand, Nesrin."
Nesrin waited a few moments after as well, once again letting the weight of her words settle. Eventually, his grip on her chin would loosen, his knuckles brushing along her cheek, "That's my good girl. That's all you have to do, yes?"
She nodded her head, still feeling uneasy. Yet soon after, he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, heavy and wanting. Trapping her there for an endless time against him in some form of romance and affection.
Suddenly there was a voice, “Sorry to interrupt…”
The voice pulled her from her thoughts, pulled her from the memory of the chilling touches she felt like she could never escape, leaving her only with the sight of what was in front of her. What was outside of the window she still sat in front of.
Taliorinth glanced over her shoulder, turning her gaze back to the doorway that had recently opened and allowed in a visitor she’d not heard from in so long. A tall man, clothes hanging off of his frame in a lazy fashion that made him always look more a traveler than anything. One stark blue eye contrasting against his tanned skin and his blonde locks.
She knew him like she knew no other, and to see him there, she felt some wash of emotions run over her. Like so many times, she tried to hide it away for a time. To hold back just how much just seeing him affected her… so much within her that she could say, yet her tongue failed to allow escape, her lips shut defiant against her mind.
“Quineven…” she finally uttered, turning herself about to fully face him.
Taeral had come back, his hand on Gabriel’s shoulder and an apologetic smile on his face. “We did not mean to intrude on your moment.”
Taliorinth immediately felt shame for having been caught, her cheeks turning red and her eyes dropping down.
Nesrin had pulled back from Taliorinth as soon as the others returned. Straightening up, he adjusted in his seat and looked forward to Taeral and Gabriel. "It is fine. Absolutely fine." He waved his hand. "There are more moments to be had. Many more, in fact, in the future."
Taeral looked between the pair, but still carried that smile. "As I am sure, considering your fast approaching engagement."
He looked around a moment, seemingly looking for the pair of women that were absent. "I had wished to show my appreciation for the fine dinner this evening before departing." His eyes gave a side glance to the man he held onto. "It appears there are dire matters that require my immediate attention, if you would forgive me."
Gabriel’s voice rose up with a bitter tone, “It would appear… I cannot stay long as well.”
Immediately, Taliorinth found her voice to weakly say, “No.” at the mention of him leaving. She didn’t want him gone… she didn’t want to be alone again. Not yet.
Nesrin nodded his head to Taeral, "Ah of course... of course." He hesitated at the sound of her Taliorinth, frowning, "There is no reason for you to stay any longer. I'll be sure to pass on the appreciation to the Rosespears myself."
Taeral blinked a moment, but without missing a beat, he nodded. "My thanks, Lord Thon'dil, and soon to be Lady." He bowed his head before turning to the man at his side. "Come along then. It is a long journey." That grip never faltering.
Gabriel perked his ears as Tali spoke up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He spoke up quickly, "If I may request you show us out, Tali?" He watched her hopefully. "I am not certain when next I may return, as it may not be before the wedding." His eyes only drifted momentarily to the man whom gripped Tali, before fixating on the woman herself again with that plead. "I would like... one last moment, if I may?"
"I'm afraid that won't be an option," Nesrin shot back without a moment’s hesitation.
Taeral made a low sound of disappointment. Even still. "Unfortunate, but I am sure you both would like to continue your privacy. I can respect that."
"We would, yes," the man said, his arm still around Taliorinth as he watched the pair.
The air was tense, and it seemed as if it would pass with the departure that would surely follow… but instead, Gabriel’s expression changed. He narrowed his eyes, and in a gruff tone he said, “I won’t.”
Within a heartbeat, he darted forward as Taeral released him from the grip. The man vaulted the table, pushing aside finery and foods all across them, his hand slipping into a hidden pocket and pulling out a small stone.
“NO!” Taliorinth tried to stop him; tried desperately to avoid this collision that was going to happen… to stop before something was truly ruined in this delicate balance.
There was a buzz of magic rose up, both from Nesrin himself and the stone that was held between Gabriel’s fingers. It was a quick moment that felt like an eternity, watching in a slowed manner as the spell activated against the stone and collided directly with the man’s skull. A shock of arcane went through the body, leaving him to slump back uselessly against the chair.
There was a miscast of a half-baked spell to the side, loudly tossing dishes along the floor and chairs, breaking them and leaving a scorch mark across the table’s surface. Deadly and meant for the man that was now standing to Taliorinth’s side.
Taliorinth had moved quickly, trying to check to make sure that Nesrin had not been killed by whatever magic was let loose. She couldn’t tell, pressing her fingers rapidly to his neck to find the pulse or sense he was still breathing.
Yet, true to his name, the shadow was standing there with her, and the last words she heard were from his gruff, familiar voice. One that so often warned her of the dangers of this situation or filled her thoughts with arguments against what she so desperately wanted…
“I’m sorry about this Tali…”
And the world darkened.
That was what was missing, she realized. That was what truly had happened.
That was why she was here…
That’s why Quineven stood before her now.
In a moment, she realized the weight of the actions that had transpired. The amount of troubles had been caused because of her and her decisions.
She had ran away again… just as she promised not to.
Already she felt the disappointment from her sisters.
Her sisters…
Her family…
All that she could do now was look to the man who surely gave that stone to Gabriel. Who surely knew this would all happen. Who surely requested her to be brought back here.
All she could do was ask that simple question that rang through her thoughts.
8th: Write about the power (or lack thereof) your character felt when they told someone no.” [Implied of her saying no]
It was an hour before the festivities would truly begin and already, she knew that there were people out in the main halls. While she couldn’t hear the sounds of it, she imagined them echo against the walls. Words of gossip and criticism and politics that she never would understand fully.
Sitting alone in the waiting room, she felt her stomach turn in knots. She wasn’t ready for this, but she didn’t have any say in it. It wasn’t right of her to say anything, considering how important a move it was for the business…. For the family…. For her.
She had to do it.
Glancing down, she spotted the glimmering ring on her finger, far too large and rich. It felt heavy, both with the burden of the position and the weight of the gems. She hated it, in a way, despite how beautiful it looked. Her fingers curled in, clutching into a fist as she bit down the want to toss it away, to hide away from it all.
It would be so easy… so very easy.
Abruptly, her thoughts were interrupted as the doors opened and in stepped the finely dressed man with that intent stare. He wasted no time walking up to where she had sat, looming over her like the dark shadow of her future, moving his hand around to catch her jaw between his fingers.
She felt the gooseflesh raise along her arms, his thumb running along her lower lip ever so slightly. She hated it, wanted to pull away, wanted to say something against it… but she couldn’t.
He grinned widely, his teeth bright and sharp. He held a possessive look and his grip on her face tightened over so slightly.
“It’s time to go, Taliorinth. We’ve an important announcement to make, don’t we.”
Taliorinth was restless, fiddling with the edges of the pretty little dress that she’d been shoved into by the impatient servants. She’d been lead along by her hand down the familiar halls, having difficulties keeping up fully with the pace the servant had decided to take. She’d been told she was late, and it seemed the woman was flustered because of this, but it didn’t make sense to Tali much.
Soon, they’d come before the tall doors, stopping abruptly and being turned to face one another. She was told a million things that she didn’t quiet pay attention to, yet soon her dress was straightened out, her stubborn curls placed behind her tiny ears, and her cheeks pinched pink. A smile was given to her which she mirrored immediately before she was being lead into the sparkling room.
Already, there were other guests there, a small celebration being had. The ball room was alight with conversation and laughter. Faces she both knew and didn’t danced around gracefully, turning in beautiful gowns. There was the smell of sweet perfumes and a distant bit of food that made her stomach grumble with want.
Tali knew she wouldn’t get to eat just yet, and something the servant said made her realize she had something far more important to do.
Before she could find herself, she heard her name spoken besides her and abruptly she was picked up high above the ground. She felt a kiss placed to her cheek and as she turned she saw the familiar smile of her father looking to her. Immediately, the child squealed with delight, her arms moving to wrap around her father’s neck and squeeze tight, “Ann’da!”
There was a low chuckle, and she heard him speak next to her ear, “Hello my little rose petal. You look so very pretty. And you’re just in time.”
She leaned back, looking onto her father with bright blue eyes, “For the presents? Did I get presents, Ann’da?”
Her father’s smile beamed brightly, “Many of them. Some of our friends even stopped by with a few as well.” He was already carrying her off along the crowd, bringing her towards another group where her mother was busy talking to another man.
She didn’t know him, but he looked familiar, as if she’d seen him before. “Gifts for me?” She asked, curious about this.
“Mmhm. I think you’ll like it quite a bit. Make sure, though, that you say thank you, alright?” He gave her a look that she knew meant she had to listen.
Taliorinth nodded her head quickly, her curls bobbing a bit in the gesture. Soon enough, they were upon the man and her mother, interrupting the conversation as her father abruptly cleared his throat.
“Ah, apologies again for running off as I did, but I had to gather up my youngest here. Might I introduce to you, Taliorinth. Say hello, my little petal.”
On command, of course, she smiled and said, “Hi!”
The man had such an intense stare, she felt a bit intimidated by it. He looked so mean, yet, at her greeting there was the faintest warmth of a smile. Perhaps he wasn’t so bad of a person.
He spoke in a low, even sort of tone. It was strangely soft, and she thought him almost kind. Like one of those soldiers in her books that the princesses were protected by. Really angry, but actually kind.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Taliorinth. You can call me Nesrin.”
“Nesrin.” She repeated with a nod, then blinked. “What’s that?” She pointed towards his hands, which had oh so conveniently been behind his back. Even so, she’d spotted something. A little package, tied up… something that looked like a gift.
He rose his brows, then brought the box around, “Ah, it seems you have found me out early then.” He actually smiled to her, offering it out then. “I was hoping to keep my present a secret a bit longer, but you seem to hold a very keen eye. But… Happy Winter’s Veil, Taliorinth.”
Tali perked up, gasping in as she let go of her father, reaching for the present eagerly. It reached her hands and already she was starting to rip it open. She didn’t even hear as they seemed to continue their conversation, instead, she focused on what laid in the box.
There, sitting in wait, was a small doll. Beautifully crafted, plush to the touch, and it looked just like her. She loved it, immediately, uncaring of how the now empty box nearly slid out of her father’s arms, hugging the doll close to her with a little childish sound of glee.
There was laughter around her, and she heard her father’s voice finally, “You like it, then?”
Quickly, she nodded her head, looking back down to the doll with a big smile. “I like it!”
“Remember what I said…” she heard that tone in her father’s voice, making her remember her manners then.
Abruptly, Taliorinth looked over to Nesrin, the huge smile on her face still. “Thank you! Thank you a whole lot! I like it!”
She hugged the doll close for emphasis and saw as the man who seemed like he so rarely smiled had one split across his face brightly.
There was a steady tip and rock beneath her back, familiar in the way that the lazy waves shifted the settled boat.The overpowering smell of sea and wet wood. The stale and lingering scent of hay that had filled the prison she was now stuck in.
No, not a prison. A cage.
She told herself that so many times, so often in her mind. Winding around again and again like an obsession. She was caged like some wild animal again. Like she had done some great wrong and she was punished for it.
Yet, to her, she saw no wrong that she had committed. She had only acted on her desires- her honest desires. She wanted to go home, go back to the brilliance and warmth rather than stay long outside in the cold. She told them that, yelled it so many times that her voice felt hoarse and her tongue pained.
A thousand words falling on deaf ears. She saw no point in talking any more. She felt too empty and tired to even give a care.
Her eyes stayed closed, her focus on something other than the dark mess of her thoughts of the present. Instead, she studied her memories. The vivid pictures that always filled her mind when she needed to call upon them. The way that they could bring a smile upon her lips despite the dark cage she was trapped in.
It hadn’t been so long since she had been there…
There was nothing but warmth and light playing around her this day. A perfect day, in her mind, and something she was thrilled for. She had been so excited, she’d barely been able to get an ounce of sleep the night before, and even then, it didn’t seem to wane her energy in the least.
The servants had arrived as soon as she could get them, joining her with laughter and smiles as she eagerly had them help her prepare. Airy silken layers were wrapped around her, dark reds at her feet that transitioned to lighter colors until it was a pure creamy white at her shoulders. They fell around her like her namesake, petals of a rose drawn around her small frame in a waterfall of extravagance.
Taliorinth couldn’t seem to get enough of the way she looked in such an expensive outfit. She watched herself in the mirror as the women preened her, fingers making sure her bright curls stayed up in a seemingly effortless fall down below her shoulders. Brushes ran along her cheeks, making sure that what little makeup she did wear continued to blend in seamlessly and make her more beautiful than any woman she could have seen before.
As the last few steps, roses and smaller flowers were woven into her hair, small in comparison to others she knew, but they looked nothing less than perfect in her mind. The veil was the last to be placed, long and trailing, a sheer and sparkling pink color that trailed past even the bottom of her dress.
With that, she could see what perfect image she became. They stepped aside and allowed her to observe what she truly looked like. What she had become.
How could she resist from gasping a bit, leaning one way to the other, seeing how each part of her seemed to sparkle with glamour and richness, yet an air of ease. It was like looking at some fantasy, something beyond what she should’ve been allowed, yet was lucky enough to be gifted.
Golden chains hanging from her ears caught the light and her attention for a moment. Her eyes trailed up the length of her ear till she saw that gift from her husband-to-be, bright pink studs that matched ever so perfectly.
Taliorinth smiled so much that it felt painful almost. Her happiness honest and her heart beating fast at the thrill of the day as it was to be. And soon…
“... I’ll be his wife. I am his wife.” She said, putting her hand to her chest, the beautiful and intricate ring on her hand still, even after all this time. All this trouble.
She was to be his wife.
Wordless footsteps had came to the cage, pausing only a moment before a clink of something came down. There was silence of a pause, then finally a sigh and the footsteps receded up to the main deck.
A glance was given towards the bars keeping her here, and Taliorinth saw the meal left for her. Some bread and stew along with water. Nothing that could be of much use to anything beyond eating. No utensils, just a bowl and bread on some parchment.
Of course this was on purpose. As sparse as the meal seemed, it was for ‘safety’. After all, they all were smarter than that. If she had the chance, she would use anything to get herself out of here, and they prepared for such.
She had tried to lie her way out of it. The same ploy she’d used a dozen times over that worked so well in her favor. A play at being what they expected her, aiming for what they wanted. She had tried with Gabriel when he came to talk to her. When her demands were not met, tears were shed by her and false words lifted from her lips of how she had been ‘acting’ this whole time.
The discussion ended in nothing to aid in her escape. Only pain that he hid with a grimace and more silence.
Shalenor had been much the same, if not more aggressive. Hateful words spewed between one another and her attempts at making him see the ‘sense’ of it just left her head pounding.
Both left her head pounding. Stupid men, too stubborn to accept when something they did not like happened. She still felt no regret at attacking them after all this. She certainly felt it was deserved.
Taliorinth sniffed a bit, not to smell anything, but more as a sign of discontent. The thoughts of her ‘discussions’ and the food that sat waiting was not something she had wanted to think of. She wanted her distractions. Sweet and warm in her mind better than this cold bleakness around her right now.
The ceremony was small, but well plan. A decorated open space with the light falling into afternoon. The guests on either side, all given perfect view of the two that were to be bound, finally, after all the long years of waiting. All, of course, affluent people… even her sisters were there.
Taliorinth noticed no one but the man waiting in the forefront. Handsome as ever, she almost felt giddy and impatient. She wanted to run up to him, rest back in his arms and feel as secured as she ever had. The only thing that kept her in place was his eyes. Striking as ever, focused on on her.
Only on her.
They stayed there, just as enchanted by her as she was of him.
She said her own vows, and he said his with such honesty that he never shared to anyone but her. The bands were passed and slid in place, and she felt complete. She truly did.
They kissed and there was nothing but him in her mind.
The celebrations went to the evening hours, stars splayed across the sky and music wandering through the air. They danced, drank, laughed and kissed. She was with him the whole time, forgetting everything and everyone but her own selfish greed to be there.
Of course there were others; Kind words and faces that passed. Most were unfamiliar to her in most ways other than faded memories of glances she once saw at prior engagements. That sense of knowing someone but nothing specific to remember. They gave the new couple presents and well wishes and spent longer time speaking to her husband then herself, as was common enough. And she was happy for that.
Her sisters came, and it was a strange conversation. Straightforward, informal in comparison, but similar. Well wishes and words that felt like something too sweet to the tongue. Something she had craved but no longer needed. Not when she felt as satisfied as she did in this moment at this time. And just like the others, they left.
Eventually, Nesrin had seemed to talk to everyone at the party. Many were introduced and of course business was conducted. She recalled many things of it, details and the sort, but nothing she truly focused or cared for.
Her husband took her hand, leaning in to whisper to her of his desire to retire for the evening, and who was she to complain? One part of her wanted to stay in this moment forever, but an even larger part of her wanted more of his attention. She wanted only him and he wanted only her at this moment.
They left hand in hand, close with one another. One final goodbye given. Then, the night was theirs. Private in each others arms.
As it should be.
Taliorinth let out a small sigh, her eyes drifting back open. At some point, she must have fallen asleep. She felt a cool chill run along her spine, and she swore she could feel the difference. She frowned, swearing that even for a sparse moment, she could still feel the warmth of his arms. The lavender of their home.
It was enough to tug at her heart and cause a pang of pain run through her. Yet another reminder of why she was so determined to get away from all this. To finally escape.
Slowly, she crawled out of the bed and slowly over to the bars where the stew had been left. It most certainly was cold by now. A film over the top where the fat had cooled. She made a face and simply plucked both the bowl and bread up.
She went about tearing of a piece of the hardened bread, moving to stir away the fat that had accumulated, and she murmured to herself. “When I get back, i’ll make sure to never have to see this ever again. Nesrin will take care of me. I know he will. I know it. He’ll always take care of me.”
She said it a thousand times over to herself, making sure that none of the doubts that had been planted in by the others could fester. She knew nesrin would never want for anyone but her. She told herself that. How could he? She planned to be everything and more that he could want from a wife, and she knew that he waited this long for her, so he clearly would not want for another woman. She knew he’d be there. She knew he’d take care of her. She knew he’d always keep her.
That’s what a husband is. That is what she was to him.
While she ate away at the stew, she did not notice the slow calculated steps along the boards of this ship. The way they led down to her cage slowly before standing in the light. She failed to look to see the man dressed in loose travelers clothes with a cloth draped across one missing eye.
She wouldn’t see the man who was ever known for his mask of neutrality show the pain that brewed in his heart or the way he had to calm himself before speaking up. It took him the tick of a moment, something longer than other times he might have to. Eventually, that calmed neutrality returned, the mask he was so used to wearing.
While she still had not noticed him in all her mess of thoughts, he made sure that attention would be brought to him as a breath was taken in and her name was called out. Not with familiarity, but with formality.
“Taliorinth Rosespear, I am here to speak to you.”
Her eyes lifted up to her newest visitor- and one that she had not expected in the least. It was with honest surprise, she spoke out in return.
“Quineven?”
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The world seem to be aligned perfectly, and all fortunes seemed to be shooting upwards. Lord Thori’thal felt, for the first time in decades, he was going to be able to finally reclaim what he had lost. What he had always wanted. The object of his absolute desires, even now.
The prior months had brought a good bout of luck to him and a very well timed set of events. A whisper of a witch with promises of what one would always want. A gift of a promise - the fruit given with a sweet taste of what was to come and a night of that delicious indulgence. The blood spilt upon the coin, dropped to the earth as he was drawn back to the woman that could rewrite fate for him.
The price was set forth, and all was simple. He was a cunning man, and the requirements for what he wanted would be worth any amount of his fortune. Research had been given towards what was necessary and the letters were drafted. Soon enough, all he wanted was given to him.
A feather of a bird that had never touched the ground.
A finger’s size of gold.
A bolt of silk spun by a holy woman.
Roses of three colors, left in moonlight for three nights.
The final piece is what had been the most satisfying to retrieve. Not only for the prize it would obtain for him, but for the man that he could get out of his way finally to proceed with his plans.
Nesrin was a cunning man.
The plan was made, the hands hired for the task ahead, and he sat himself prepared. A gem - pink and pure as the woman he would reclaim as his.
The entirety of the fight went on long enough to tire out the target of his needs at this moment - A man clad in darkened leathers and eyes that were grey and lifeless. The hired men had been mostly killed, save for one that had struck true to his mark enough to bring down the rogue. As the nobleman walked from his hiding spot, he couldn’t help but feel that sense of cockiness take hold.
The fallen man had glared, cursed his name, writhed under his heel as he relished in the victory. He had leaned down, spoke quietly of his plans.
Told the man of his deal he had made. Told him of how she would forget the worthless trash. How she would never be lost again. How she would come home to him- to where she belonged.
The gem was passed. Pressed into the hands of the thief who stole his wife. After the moment passed, he took it back from the bleeding hand, drawing his blade up to end the life of this annoying gnat.
Nesrin remembered the feeling of pain across his eye, the way blood pooled from an open wound and blinded him. He cut out with that blade, feeling it hit only air and barely seeing the man run to the woods. The noble ordered his worthless thug to go forth after him, to finish the job, and in the end, the rogue was never found.
It hardly had mattered at the time.
Bandaged and with reagents in hand, he had called the witch again. He remembered the smell of the woods, churned earth, a bonfire lit. The materials were given over and two beautiful jeweled studs were offered up in return. The perfect size for a woman’s ears. They seemed to shimmer with a life of their own- a power given to them that would give him what he wanted.
Even now, as he walked back, he felt the weight of the gems in his pocket. The warmth they seemed to radiate. It made him giddy. The business he had was hardly given focus beyond what was necessary, and his mind spun how he would lure his wife back home to him. What he would do to be assured she would find herself with the gems in her ears.
What it would take to make sure that her eyes were only set on him.
Nesrin knew what he had to do and now, all that remained, was to enact those plans.
Oh, how fortunate he truly was.
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