So he heard about her exploits, though that meant nothing to Rivienne in the end. Rumors spread far and wide, at times becoming over-exaggerated when passed from one individual to the other. Tongues loosen to add additional achievements she had no business in earning. Alas, she found no amusement even as he attempts to flatter her; the Elezen simply turned her cheek and sought the dance of the flame behind him; it provided her a distraction needed as the dull ache, around her shoulders and wrists, reminds her that she would soon bruise.
“Without proof of the information you claim to be withholding, I will promise no such thing. Give me reason why his ears should not be blessed with what is being shared with me today?†Her eyes closed and Rivienne simply awaits in silence now, finding the weighing stillness to be uncomfortable.
When her eyes opened, to sate some sense of curiosity, she found Carvallain holding an object to the light. He appraised it in the silence that enveloped them before his attention, lazily, returned to Rivienne. Betwixt his fingers, the luster of the gold ring, catches her attention immediately. She recognized this without needing the glow of candlelight to fall 'pon it completely. Marceloix's signet ring.
“Where did you get this..!†Quickly, lacking hesitation, her lean frame is pushed off the couch and she reaches out to take a hold of it, but he was quick to step back – and his knights were just as hasty to step in. Their fingers sought the all-too-familiar curve of her shoulder and sank down into the injured flesh. The huntress doesn't allow a sound of supplication to part her lips; her eyes were settled on the ring that Carvallain now brandishes around his finger.
“As I said, I knew your sibling well. And I know what took his life, the very source you now will be seeking for me. I can tell you stories to last you several suns, but who has time for that. †He barely gave her any other option, this was forced upon her; he knew she couldn't resist. And he was right.
A turbulence of emotions had taken a hold of her from within; it now washed over her features entirely. Golden eyes were set aglow by the rising flame behind Carvallain, who hovered over Rivienne, daring her to challenge his assumption. She said not a word and bit back the insults that she wished to roll off her lips; lashes lowered and her eyes were narrowed slits that threatened to cut through him. He savored her puissant spirit, how head-strong she was. He once knew a woman just like her. At such a thought,he beckoned her with a smile that could break hearts.
Or tempt her to break his teeth.
The huntress boldly took a step forth, shortening the distance between their bodies. With a roll of her shoulders, she attempted to shrug off the men that were pulling her back to the couch. They would have been dealt with if she knew that it was possible to make it out of this unharmed. For now, the pain was nullified only by the rancor building within. He could feel the heat radiating from her body and found it invigorating. Even with her threats, he knew who possessed control over the situation. He basked in that knowledge.
“I set off tomorrow, supply me with the dossier I require to know of–- leave it with Anabelle. Once this is task is complete, you will give me that ring, you will give everything that has belonged to him. If not, your Haurchefant will know of your lack of men to fill his ranks. How you have sent them to their peril. You will become useless and I shall see to that. Cross me, and you will know how venomous an adder can be.â€
His laughter broke into the room, a room that was stagnant and heavy with insincerity and threats. The back of his hand reached for her cheek, but before the impending grip of the knights could take a hold of her, Rivienne slapped it away. He was making a point to humiliate her, finding pleasure in it.
"Such vigor, I will make sure to remember that," he pulled away entirely, finding little offense in her actions. With wide steps forward, Carvallain made his way to the other side of the parlor and opened the doors. It was her cue to take her leave from his side this evening; Rivienne provided him with suitable entertainment.
The coat was gathered into her hands and the woman simply ignored the escort at her side as she walked directly to Carvallain. With a languid motion, she leaned to his face and smiled, gentleness was not to be found across her lips. "I do hope we meet like this again, I promise to make it a little more exciting, for the both of us. Again, tomorrow. Present me with what I need."
With that, she forced the door to swing back, slamming into the wall behind it, enough for the sound to oscillate into the air. He could only smirk and extend his hand to his men, shaking his head in a silent order for them not to follow. He didn't wish to rile her more this evening, he had done enough. Carvallain waits until she storms out the main entrance, leaving the door open enough to watch her walk into the curtain of falling snow, until her image became blurred in white.
"I shall claim her for my own, if not, the Fury shall. Either way, I will get what I want."
“Without proof of the information you claim to be withholding, I will promise no such thing. Give me reason why his ears should not be blessed with what is being shared with me today?†Her eyes closed and Rivienne simply awaits in silence now, finding the weighing stillness to be uncomfortable.
When her eyes opened, to sate some sense of curiosity, she found Carvallain holding an object to the light. He appraised it in the silence that enveloped them before his attention, lazily, returned to Rivienne. Betwixt his fingers, the luster of the gold ring, catches her attention immediately. She recognized this without needing the glow of candlelight to fall 'pon it completely. Marceloix's signet ring.
“Where did you get this..!†Quickly, lacking hesitation, her lean frame is pushed off the couch and she reaches out to take a hold of it, but he was quick to step back – and his knights were just as hasty to step in. Their fingers sought the all-too-familiar curve of her shoulder and sank down into the injured flesh. The huntress doesn't allow a sound of supplication to part her lips; her eyes were settled on the ring that Carvallain now brandishes around his finger.
“As I said, I knew your sibling well. And I know what took his life, the very source you now will be seeking for me. I can tell you stories to last you several suns, but who has time for that. †He barely gave her any other option, this was forced upon her; he knew she couldn't resist. And he was right.
A turbulence of emotions had taken a hold of her from within; it now washed over her features entirely. Golden eyes were set aglow by the rising flame behind Carvallain, who hovered over Rivienne, daring her to challenge his assumption. She said not a word and bit back the insults that she wished to roll off her lips; lashes lowered and her eyes were narrowed slits that threatened to cut through him. He savored her puissant spirit, how head-strong she was. He once knew a woman just like her. At such a thought,he beckoned her with a smile that could break hearts.
Or tempt her to break his teeth.
The huntress boldly took a step forth, shortening the distance between their bodies. With a roll of her shoulders, she attempted to shrug off the men that were pulling her back to the couch. They would have been dealt with if she knew that it was possible to make it out of this unharmed. For now, the pain was nullified only by the rancor building within. He could feel the heat radiating from her body and found it invigorating. Even with her threats, he knew who possessed control over the situation. He basked in that knowledge.
“I set off tomorrow, supply me with the dossier I require to know of–- leave it with Anabelle. Once this is task is complete, you will give me that ring, you will give everything that has belonged to him. If not, your Haurchefant will know of your lack of men to fill his ranks. How you have sent them to their peril. You will become useless and I shall see to that. Cross me, and you will know how venomous an adder can be.â€
His laughter broke into the room, a room that was stagnant and heavy with insincerity and threats. The back of his hand reached for her cheek, but before the impending grip of the knights could take a hold of her, Rivienne slapped it away. He was making a point to humiliate her, finding pleasure in it.
"Such vigor, I will make sure to remember that," he pulled away entirely, finding little offense in her actions. With wide steps forward, Carvallain made his way to the other side of the parlor and opened the doors. It was her cue to take her leave from his side this evening; Rivienne provided him with suitable entertainment.
The coat was gathered into her hands and the woman simply ignored the escort at her side as she walked directly to Carvallain. With a languid motion, she leaned to his face and smiled, gentleness was not to be found across her lips. "I do hope we meet like this again, I promise to make it a little more exciting, for the both of us. Again, tomorrow. Present me with what I need."
With that, she forced the door to swing back, slamming into the wall behind it, enough for the sound to oscillate into the air. He could only smirk and extend his hand to his men, shaking his head in a silent order for them not to follow. He didn't wish to rile her more this evening, he had done enough. Carvallain waits until she storms out the main entrance, leaving the door open enough to watch her walk into the curtain of falling snow, until her image became blurred in white.
"I shall claim her for my own, if not, the Fury shall. Either way, I will get what I want."
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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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