They had found her.
Heresy and cowardice ran in the blood, so they say. When one member of a family fell, the Inquisitors only need bide their time.
The bindings bit into her wrists as they strap her down into the cold metal chair, her clothes long having been cut off of her. So the truth has no where to hide, was the official reason why, but Evangeline knew the real reason. To make you feel powerless. Of course, she could have been in full plate, and still feel powerless before the inquisitors.
"Please... I... it was only a meeting, It was for my studies." She babbles, eyes wide with terror as one man heats an iron poker over a fire. Rivulets of dried blood cake the spaces between the stone floor, and brass drain lies under her feet.
"I'm not a heretic, please!" She cries, twitching and jerking at the restraints, chains rattling as the man walks closer, until she can start to feel the heat coming from the iron.
"PLEASE." She whimpers, "A-anything, what do you want?! N-names? Information, just please..."
"Lady Primrose." The man says, not unkindly, "Do not worry so, we are not your enemies."
She stares at him in disbelief, "W-what? I thought this was..."
He smiles softly, "We only wish to save your soul." With that he presses the poker into her shoulder, driving it and twisting it past charred skin and bubbling fat, as the room fills with the scent of cooked meat. Evangeline screams and howls, struggling against restraints that do not give.
The inquisitor leans down and strokes her hair, "Stop flailing about, ye fool."
Evangeline blinks, as the room grows darker and fades, morphing into a small chamber, lit by a flickering hearth. She is suddenly very aware of another body next to hers, pale green arms wrapped around her, and sleepily patting her hair, "Yer jerking like a fish on tha' line." the Roe mutters. Her shoulder is covered in white gauze, a steel shunt peeking from the dressing. Evangeline smiles, and kisses Klyn's forearm, before drifting back off to sleep.
This time a peaceful one.
Heresy and cowardice ran in the blood, so they say. When one member of a family fell, the Inquisitors only need bide their time.
The bindings bit into her wrists as they strap her down into the cold metal chair, her clothes long having been cut off of her. So the truth has no where to hide, was the official reason why, but Evangeline knew the real reason. To make you feel powerless. Of course, she could have been in full plate, and still feel powerless before the inquisitors.
"Please... I... it was only a meeting, It was for my studies." She babbles, eyes wide with terror as one man heats an iron poker over a fire. Rivulets of dried blood cake the spaces between the stone floor, and brass drain lies under her feet.
"I'm not a heretic, please!" She cries, twitching and jerking at the restraints, chains rattling as the man walks closer, until she can start to feel the heat coming from the iron.
"PLEASE." She whimpers, "A-anything, what do you want?! N-names? Information, just please..."
"Lady Primrose." The man says, not unkindly, "Do not worry so, we are not your enemies."
She stares at him in disbelief, "W-what? I thought this was..."
He smiles softly, "We only wish to save your soul." With that he presses the poker into her shoulder, driving it and twisting it past charred skin and bubbling fat, as the room fills with the scent of cooked meat. Evangeline screams and howls, struggling against restraints that do not give.
The inquisitor leans down and strokes her hair, "Stop flailing about, ye fool."
Evangeline blinks, as the room grows darker and fades, morphing into a small chamber, lit by a flickering hearth. She is suddenly very aware of another body next to hers, pale green arms wrapped around her, and sleepily patting her hair, "Yer jerking like a fish on tha' line." the Roe mutters. Her shoulder is covered in white gauze, a steel shunt peeking from the dressing. Evangeline smiles, and kisses Klyn's forearm, before drifting back off to sleep.
This time a peaceful one.
