Reluctantly, she took a bite of the fruit and found the sweet taste a little too much for her palate. It triggered the stir within her stomach; the churning was a reminder that she neglected to eat for several bells now. Carvallain, in this exchange, was doing her a favor, much to her annoyance. He watched intensively, searching her features for anything that would hint at a sudden rebellious act, alas, he was left disappointed.
"You knew him, you knew Marceloix, and in turn, of me. Using that knowledge to lure me here. You snake." She finally broke the silence after swallowing down the remainder of the fruit. Her voice was low, a deadly tone that was reserved only for those that would soon meet their end by her hands. He simply smiled wide and plucked another berry to press to her lips. Silencing her as she was forced to eat, otherwise she would be smeared with the juices with the amount of pressure he applied.
"Ah ah, m'lady, lest we forget who actually works for the Adder, I would refrain from calling each other names, at least not this evening." Such words were stated calmly while taking a deep breath, as if he was reclaiming his faltered composure.
"Of course I knew him, he was under my command, Marceloix Delacroux Marcellus. Quite a name, wouldn't you say?" he leaned forward and took her chin, making sure that her eyes did not break contact with his own.
Marcellus. That was a name she had not heard in many years.
"My mother's name, not sure what the significance it has this day." Rivienne pulled her chin free from his grasp, though he moved with haste to obtain it once more. There was a glint of mischief in his eyes, though malice swam behind it, which caused her entire frame to tense underneath the grasp of his knights.
"It is the name of an important house, or was, many cycles before your birth. Your mother carried the surname, she was also the woman sought after by my brother. So blindly in love he was that he never took another wife. You could imagine my surprise when your sibling decided to seek me out. Seems she forgot to inform him of the life she had. . before running off with that rancher father of yours." A finger hooked underneath her chin and he was dangerously close, enough to brush the tip of his nose with her own. His eyes lowered to her lips, watching the frown immediately tug at their corners.
"A rancher that helped create strong children, like Marceloix, who we initially were talking about. Thus, be quick with your words, you want something of me, I want information about him." His chuckle rumbled in his throat as he pulled away and gathered another piece of fruit, this time, an apple slice to slip between her lips. She bit it and chewed ever so slowly. A subtle motion of his fingers alerted his men to ease their hold on her. Feeling returned to her limbs and extremities once more, but a glare was given to his guardsmen, especially the one discarded her dagger. If she held Carvallain's tongue hostage, he would have explained about this visit quicker.
"A trade is in order. I want you to perform a task for me, in return, I will provide you with everything I know of his demise." He paused and took a breath in. No longer did he wear a serpentine smile. "Now then, you probably have taken note that the dragons have been attacking more frequently as of late and this holy war continues without end in sight. Such is expected, though their behavior has become far more erratic, less predictable. They are gathering together to the west, and that is where we set our eyes." Finally, he pulled back completely and stood up from his seated position. His pacing began before the roaring hearth, where his shadows stretched long on the floor and his profile was kissed by the fire's glow.
"I have sent scouts to report on current activity that is taking place past the mountain to the west. Needless to say, I am missing a few from the ranks. Rumors have caused unrest among the strong in my command, talk of dread dragons. Those whose life force has been nearly depleted. Walking between living and dead." He slowly turned to face Rivienne, who wore a stern look across her countenance. She was taking in his words, though had not heard of such creatures until now. Part of her wondered if he spoke truth, or simply was acting out another ploy. For now, she listened and allowed him to continue.
"What I have been told, is that you are capable of tracking down a few. . vile targets. I need you to not only to track down the source that is further corrupting these creatures. But to end it as well. This information is not to be shared with anyone, not even your trusted Haurchefant."
"You knew him, you knew Marceloix, and in turn, of me. Using that knowledge to lure me here. You snake." She finally broke the silence after swallowing down the remainder of the fruit. Her voice was low, a deadly tone that was reserved only for those that would soon meet their end by her hands. He simply smiled wide and plucked another berry to press to her lips. Silencing her as she was forced to eat, otherwise she would be smeared with the juices with the amount of pressure he applied.
"Ah ah, m'lady, lest we forget who actually works for the Adder, I would refrain from calling each other names, at least not this evening." Such words were stated calmly while taking a deep breath, as if he was reclaiming his faltered composure.
"Of course I knew him, he was under my command, Marceloix Delacroux Marcellus. Quite a name, wouldn't you say?" he leaned forward and took her chin, making sure that her eyes did not break contact with his own.
Marcellus. That was a name she had not heard in many years.
"My mother's name, not sure what the significance it has this day." Rivienne pulled her chin free from his grasp, though he moved with haste to obtain it once more. There was a glint of mischief in his eyes, though malice swam behind it, which caused her entire frame to tense underneath the grasp of his knights.
"It is the name of an important house, or was, many cycles before your birth. Your mother carried the surname, she was also the woman sought after by my brother. So blindly in love he was that he never took another wife. You could imagine my surprise when your sibling decided to seek me out. Seems she forgot to inform him of the life she had. . before running off with that rancher father of yours." A finger hooked underneath her chin and he was dangerously close, enough to brush the tip of his nose with her own. His eyes lowered to her lips, watching the frown immediately tug at their corners.
"A rancher that helped create strong children, like Marceloix, who we initially were talking about. Thus, be quick with your words, you want something of me, I want information about him." His chuckle rumbled in his throat as he pulled away and gathered another piece of fruit, this time, an apple slice to slip between her lips. She bit it and chewed ever so slowly. A subtle motion of his fingers alerted his men to ease their hold on her. Feeling returned to her limbs and extremities once more, but a glare was given to his guardsmen, especially the one discarded her dagger. If she held Carvallain's tongue hostage, he would have explained about this visit quicker.
"A trade is in order. I want you to perform a task for me, in return, I will provide you with everything I know of his demise." He paused and took a breath in. No longer did he wear a serpentine smile. "Now then, you probably have taken note that the dragons have been attacking more frequently as of late and this holy war continues without end in sight. Such is expected, though their behavior has become far more erratic, less predictable. They are gathering together to the west, and that is where we set our eyes." Finally, he pulled back completely and stood up from his seated position. His pacing began before the roaring hearth, where his shadows stretched long on the floor and his profile was kissed by the fire's glow.
"I have sent scouts to report on current activity that is taking place past the mountain to the west. Needless to say, I am missing a few from the ranks. Rumors have caused unrest among the strong in my command, talk of dread dragons. Those whose life force has been nearly depleted. Walking between living and dead." He slowly turned to face Rivienne, who wore a stern look across her countenance. She was taking in his words, though had not heard of such creatures until now. Part of her wondered if he spoke truth, or simply was acting out another ploy. For now, she listened and allowed him to continue.
"What I have been told, is that you are capable of tracking down a few. . vile targets. I need you to not only to track down the source that is further corrupting these creatures. But to end it as well. This information is not to be shared with anyone, not even your trusted Haurchefant."
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“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.â€
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