With little protest did the heavy ironwood of the chamber door inch open, its occupant apparently well at ease within the stone facade of House Navarre’s ancestral manor. The lady lay alone upon her side, her breaths even and steady in her slumber. In perfect silence, the hooded figure that shadowed her threshold stood and waited until satisfied that his quarry was sound asleep.
Only after a few breaths without Lady Arillaine Navarre stirring a single muscle did the stranger approach. There was a glint of steel as a long poignard was bared, flashing an angry red in the filtered light of the coming dawn. To the figure’s mind, it seemed to drink of it greedily, as if thirsty for more of the red it had drunk mere bells earlier.
Any hesitation on the cloaked man’s part was short-lived as it strode the remaining fulms to the bedside. The dagger lifted in one black-gloved hand and smoothly slipped beneath the slumbering elezenmaid’s pillow. Already he heard voices from the other wing - no doubt, his previous handiwork had been found by the house guards. In the shadow of his hood, lips tightened in a firm, resolute line. It was time to depart.
Sparing not a single moment his long legs brought him to the north-facing window and pulled it ajar, a sudden rush of chilling wind stirring his cloak of grey wool and eliciting a sleepy groan from Arillaine. The invader was already gone mere seconds later when she woke, shivering with cold. She could scarcely believe her ears at the voice she heard rising above the commotion in her house.
“Search the manor! Fury save us, the Lord is slain!â€
Only after a few breaths without Lady Arillaine Navarre stirring a single muscle did the stranger approach. There was a glint of steel as a long poignard was bared, flashing an angry red in the filtered light of the coming dawn. To the figure’s mind, it seemed to drink of it greedily, as if thirsty for more of the red it had drunk mere bells earlier.
Any hesitation on the cloaked man’s part was short-lived as it strode the remaining fulms to the bedside. The dagger lifted in one black-gloved hand and smoothly slipped beneath the slumbering elezenmaid’s pillow. Already he heard voices from the other wing - no doubt, his previous handiwork had been found by the house guards. In the shadow of his hood, lips tightened in a firm, resolute line. It was time to depart.
Sparing not a single moment his long legs brought him to the north-facing window and pulled it ajar, a sudden rush of chilling wind stirring his cloak of grey wool and eliciting a sleepy groan from Arillaine. The invader was already gone mere seconds later when she woke, shivering with cold. She could scarcely believe her ears at the voice she heard rising above the commotion in her house.
“Search the manor! Fury save us, the Lord is slain!â€
Yvelont Navarre
Parn Paparn
IC Blog for Yvelont: http://never-your-pawn.tumblr.com
OOC Blog: http://navarre-again.tumblr.com
Parn Paparn
IC Blog for Yvelont: http://never-your-pawn.tumblr.com
OOC Blog: http://navarre-again.tumblr.com
