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OSVP	By : LotornoMiko Category: +S through Z > Valkyrie Profile Views: 1214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-OSVP
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty One
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
- 35-Thirty Five
- 36-Thirty Six
- 37-Thirty Seven
- 38-Thirty Eight
- 39-Thirty Nine
- 5
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- 7
Thoughts of her sister Silmeria followed Lenneth into her forced slumber, the Valkyrie maiden reliving the events leading up to her punishment a thousand times over. The memories haunted her, endlessly tormenting her with the knowledge of her failure. There was nothing else left to her, not even dreams offered up to alleviate her pain. Sometimes she saw Silmeria, but not as she had known her. The Valkyrie's indigo armor gone, her skin now deathly pale. Lips stained red with the blood of innocents, eyes flashing in crimson accusation at Lenneth.
"I'm sorry!" Lenneth would cry out in her dreams, her soul in pain. "I couldn't save you." At Silmeria's agreeing nod, Lenneth's agony would increase a notch, the Valkyrie despairing. Such was the power of her dreams, letting her think this was reality she was experiencing. Over and over, an endless loop of agony and regret, of failure and heart ache.
Sometimes she would watch helplessly as Silmeria attacked innocent humans. Lenneth would scream in protest, but Silmeria was as though deaf to her pleas. Other times Lenneth would see Silmeria out on the plains of Idavoll, fighting alongside Brahms as she attacked her former people.
This all led to Lenneth's agitation, the Valkyrie trapped in the realm of dreams, and unable to fight free. Not without the kiss of her future husband. So caught in the grip of fear for Silmeria's soul, Lenneth didn't give much thought to her own predicament. But sometimes she cried, silent tears escaping her closed eyes, alarming all who viewed her sleeping body.
Time had no meaning to Lenneth, the girl not aware of what was going on outside her tortured conscience. She was asleep for all of it, the journey taking an untold amount of days to transport her to her new home. She felt not a thing, none of the bumps of the road jarring her carriage. Nor of the hands that touched her, and made her clean, stealing away her armor. She would not even know of her older sister's reaction, Lenneth faintly recalling she had heard Hrist's scream just before the potion forced her into this unnatural sleep.
Sometimes she had a moment to herself where she didn't think of Silmeria. Those moments were all too brief, leaving Lenneth to wonder if she would ever wake from her enchantment. She often wondered if the real punishment was to keep herself asleep forever, tortured in not knowing just how Silmeria's fate played out. Would that be any better than to be tied to some man? To some fool who hadn't earned her love, hadn't earned the right to her heart? Lenneth did not know, wondering if both fates were equally as torturous.
She couldn't even imagine the kind of man Odin would give her to. Would this husband of hers show her kindness? Or would he view her as a possession, a slave to him due to the enchantment of love cast upon her? They hadn't even told her about the man she would be given to, so quick had the potion been forced upon her. Lenneth wished she had fought harder, had had the chance to spit out the potion rather than swallowing down it's bitter sweet liquid.
Lenneth wasn't aware when she finally reached her destination. Nor did she feel the hands touching her, her body pliant as Lenneth was carried through her new home. She'd have been mortified to know her eyes had begun to leak with tears once more, Lenneth dreaming of Silmeria yet again.
It wasn't until the enchantment was broken, that Lenneth truly stirred. But she didn't wake completely, no sudden gasps as the darkness of nightmares were abruptly chased away. Instead she slowly became conscious of all she had not noticed, sound intruding on Lenneth's awareness for the first time. Valhalla was always inhabited by noise, the distant roar of the battlefield surrounding the castle's walls. But here there was an odd kind of silence. It was quiet enough that she could hear a songbird's chirping, letting her know it was daylight.
Even fainter was the occasional murmur of voices, people passing by her. They would not try to disguise the sound of their voices, and somewhere a woman giggled. The giggle was a strange, foreign sound to Lenneth. Valkyries weren't prone to laughter, the Goddesses always so serious and intent on their duties. Her brow creased, Lenneth sure she was frowning.
Her frown would only deepen with the realization that someone was touching her. These hands were not like any she had ever felt, lacking the callouses that came with handling a weapon. These hands were softer somehow, hinting at a life of privilege this person had led. Whoever it was, they had never known traditional hard work, and were surely used to luxury over hardship.
She stirred further, noting how a hand gripped the bare part of one of her arms. The other was stroking over her belly. Lenneth could feel the warmth from the hand, though she took no comfort from that. The caress on her belly was far too intimate to be allowed, Lenneth struggling awake. Her eyelids quivered with her attempts, the enchantment wanting to linger there.
She realized there was warmth on her lips, a firm, insistent pressure on her mouth. Having never been kissed before, Lenneth wasn't sure what to make of the feeling of another's mouth upon hers. Especially the way it molded to her soft lips, fitting them together perfectly.
Her eyelids began to flutter, her mouth inadvertently opening to inhale a breath. Scents came to her, some kind of spice that reminded her of the Gods' use of ether. Along with it was the undercurrent of man, foreign but clean smelling.
With her mouth's parting, a tongue licked across her bottom lip. Her eyes snapped open at that, much of her initial disorientation fleeing in the advent of her surprise. The kiss continued, the man sitting besides her, twisted and bent over Lenneth for the kiss. She began to struggle, lifting her arm to place a hand on his shoulder. She felt the expensive silk beneath her palm, confirming her earlier assessment of the man being well aquatinted with luxury.
He actually sighed at her touch, pressing harder at her lips even as Lenneth began an attempt to shove him away. He didn't move easily, Lenneth bringing her other hand to his chest, pushing with both as she squirmed beneath him. He was suffocating her with his kiss, Lenneth trying desperately for air as she tried to break the connection of their mouths.
She made a grumbling sound as she did this, Lenneth voicing her displeasure. The man reacted to that sound, and slowly withdrew from her mouth. Lenneth blinked rapidly, sure she was red faced from her upset.
Their hands were still touching each other, though both had stilled. Lenneth wanted to withdraw her hands, but was conscious that her grip might be the only thing holding this man back. That was the last thought she had before she looked him fully in the face, the enchantment trying to take hold of her heart. Lenneth felt a rush of feelings go through her, the leash tightening around her as Odin's spell tried to force her to love this man.
She fought it though, refusing to melt so completely. Even as warmth filled her cheeks, Lenneth's eyes fluttering, she hardened her feelings. Her hand withdrew from his shoulder so that Lenneth could dig her nails into the palm, hard enough to hurt and clear her mind. It chased away some of the feelings being forced on her, but not all of them, Lenneth noting her uncharacteristic attention to the handsomeness of his features.
He had skin that wasn't quite as pale as a vampire's, as though this man did not often go out in the sun. The whiteness of his flesh made the stark color of his eyes blaze all the more brightly, the amethyst resembling jewels as he stared at her. Gold paned glasses covered them but did not detract from their beauty. Right now she could see her startled face reflected in his jewel like eyes.
His hair was a colored brown, resembling the sweet chocolate Lenneth favored on occasion. Right now those bangs of his were strewn about the place, giving him a rakish look. She was tempted to sweep them into order, than realized that thought was most likely born of Odin's love spell. Other compulsions were there, telling her to continue to touch him, to pull him down on top of her for another kiss.
Lenneth fought them all, maintaining eye contact with him for she was cautious of what her opponent might do next. That is what she viewed him as, Lenneth fighting the enchantment's attempt to make her fall in love with this man.
A slow blinking of his eyes, he was studying her curiously, lips crooked in a half smile. She didn't like his interest, Lenneth trying to glare back at him. She couldn't help but notice how soft and sensual his lips looked, Lenneth recalling the feel of them on hers. Her eyes had darted towards them, the man taking that as an invite. He moved to press into her staying hand, and she gasped in protest. With a hard shove, she managed to topple him away, Lenneth sliding out of the bed to leap to her feet.
A heavy skirt fell down past her ankles, Lenneth nearly tripping over it's length. This was no Valkyries' uniform, no lightweight skirt made for battle. This was some velvet and silk contraption, all frills and lace that molded tightly to her waist. She felt confined in it, noting the skirts trailed out behind her, ready to snag on any inconvenient outcropping.
As annoyed as she was with the dress, Lenneth was still intent on the man. The briefest of glances took in the room, Lenneth noting the open windows, and the closed doors. She even saw a cage where the songbird sat singing, the little creature as imprisoned as Lenneth felt.
The man quickly righted himself, standing and turning towards her. Lenneth tensed for a fight, not sure what to expect from him. He cocked his head to the side, noting her defensive posture with some surprise.
"I take it Odin's enchantment is not all consuming after all?" A rich, throaty purr of a voice spoke to her. It was the kind of voice she could listen to for hours, a sinful sound that could lull a person into false securities. She didn't know if it was the enchantment making her prone to finding everything about him a pleasant distraction, or if his voice was really that nice.
"Lenneth?" A questioning sound, the man waiting patiently for her response. Lenneth forced herself to shake off her thoughts, even as she feared even the slightest moment of distraction would settle the love spell more firmly on her.
"You know my name." She noted with some displeasure. "But I know not of you."
"Ah forgive me." He said, and did a slow bow, eyes never leaving her face. Lenneth fought her blush, not liking how pleased she felt by his regard. "My name is Lezard Valeth. I am Lord of this castle."
"It was you who broke my sleep." He nodded, looking quite pleased with himself. "That means you are to be my husband?"
"That I am." Came his agreement. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady." He was already stepping towards her, hand reaching to take hers. Lenneth didn't let Lezard complete the gesture, sidestepping him with a purposeful move.
"I cannot say I feel the same pleasure." But it wasn't entirely truthful of her, Lenneth fighting the enchantment. That spell made her want to like everything about Lezard, including the situation she found herself in. Thankfully Lezard did not try to pursue touching her, though he did lower his eyes to briefly look at his hand.
"I suppose I shouldn't be that surprised." He said at last, a sigh raising his eyes to meet hers. "I understand this type of situation is not one most Valkyries enjoy."
"You understand right." Lenneth replied. The enchantment was such that it tried to keep her from being cruel but Lenneth wanted this Lezard to understand. It was not her desire or doing that brought her to him, nor was she ready to feign enthusiasm at the prospect of being his bride. "I do not love you." She was pleased her voice did not quiver with her struggle to get out those words. "Nor do I want to be here."
A quick blinking of Lezard's eyes, his amusement fading away to a more serious look. "But here you are...by your King's decree no less."
Lenneth didn't like that reminder. She wondered how much Lezard knew of the situation that had led her to him, of the fact that he was to be the punishment for her failure. That line of thought brought a pang to her heart, though it was dulled by her struggles against the enchantment. It seemed the love the spell was trying to force on her wanted to strip away all other concerns until nothing remained but a slavish devotion to this man.
Without even realizing, her hands had clenched into fists. It was a sign of her inner struggle, Lenneth's lips thinning to a flat line. "I know what my King has commanded of me. I will not do him nor you insult, in refusing to do my duty. Nor will I take any pleasure from it."
A quirking of the corners of his mouth, this Lezard smiling. "You look upon your duty with resignation." A curt nod from Lenneth was all the answer she gave him. "But I think you will be surprised at what you can enjoy from a union with me."
Her eyebrows raised, Lenneth ill at ease with his over confidence. "Oh? Are you that sure of yourself?"
"Quite."
She snorted then, letting some of her contempt show. "You are arrogant and overconfident."
"Is it arrogant to think I could make you happy?" He wanted to know.
Another thin-lipped frown from Lenneth, the Valkyrie nodding. "It is." Lezard opened his mouth to retort, but Lenneth spoke over him. "You know nothing of me. Of my likes and wants, of my needs. It's preposterous to think you could make me happy, a woman you just met, a woman you don't love and who doesn't love you!"
His smile had dimmed, but he hadn't turned cold to her. Instead Lezard waited patiently for her to fall silent, her words crackling in the air between them. "Are you finished?" He asked, and she allowed a nod.
"For now."
"Then allow me to offer a counter view. It's true we have just met, that there is little we know about one another. But Lenneth...we can LEARN." Another one of those off putting smiles of his, Lezard inching closer to her. Lenneth couldn't keep from tensing, watching him with suspicion as he held out his hand to her. "We can take as much time as you need...we needn't rush this..."
"You are not...eager to consummate this union?" She inquired, eyes staring searchingly at his face. His smile seemed to deepen, his eyes taking on that amused look she was coming to aquatint with him.
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't." His honesty scored a point with Lenneth, even if she didn't like the truth he was telling her. "But I don't want to do anything to make you uncomfortable."
"This whole situation makes me uncomfortable." She confided with a sigh. "I'm completely out of my element. After all, what do I know of love? I was raised on a battle field, left to toil in war for centuries!"
"It will take some time and adjustment..." Lezard answered smoothly, still holding out his hand to her. "But you can learn to accept this new life. To not only accept it, but to thrive in it!"
"How?" She demanded, tone plaintive. "I have no purpose here, no reason to exist..."
"Let me be that reason..." He had grown tired of waiting, taking her hand in his. "And together we can work to find you your purpose!"
He looked so earnest then, his voice passionate as he squeezed her hand in excitement. If Lenneth let it, it would be easy to be overcome, both by his words and the spell Odin had cast over her heart. But she continued to fight, staring at not at him but at their clasped hands.
"My King would have me be nothing more than your slave." Lenneth noted his fingers seemed to still their squeezing motion, Lezard watching her expectantly. "And you my punishment." She raised her head, her eyes challenging as she met his surprised gaze.
"Punishment?" He managed to sputter out. Lenneth nodded, quirking an eyebrow at him.
"Did you not know?" Lezard quickly shook his head no, leaving Lenneth to frown inwardly. "Then it seems we both enter into this union with little knowledge of each other." She abruptly broke the connection of their hands, but her agitation did not lessen once free of his grasp. "I am not your typical Valkyrie bride."
"I don't doubt that." Lezard murmured, but Lenneth refused to dwell on what he could have meant by that agreement.
"I was not retired from the battle field due to physical injury." Continued Lenneth. "I was still able to fight, still able and willing to stand with Odin's warriors against our enemies." She fought not to close her hand into a fist, fighting back her agitation over being taken from the battle field. "Even now, I should be out on the plains of Idavoll, leading our einherjar to battle against the undead..."
"Then what happened?" He asked softly. She gave him a sharp look, the pain of her failure echoing through her as a memory flashed a scene of Silmeria unconscious in Brahms' arms. "It's not too bold of me to ask, is it?"
"No. I suppose not." She sighed, but did not lose her angry look. "If you are to be my husband, then you deserve to know." But it was difficult for her to speak of her failure, especially to this stranger. Especially when pain laced her every word, Lenneth striding away from him to stand near the songbird's cage. Her arms crossed over chest, hands rubbing at her arms as Lenneth hugged herself.
"Lenneth?" prodded Lezard when she let the silence stretch out for longer than was merited.
"I was not an only child." She began at last, staring at the songbird. The tiny creature was hopping about it's metal sanctuary, occasionally letting out tiny chirps. "I have two sisters...The Valkyrie Hrist, and the Valkyrie Silmeria." It was impossible to speak of her sisters without Lenneth conjuring their images in her mind. Images that were distorted with the memory of Brahms feeding off Silmeria.
She stayed focus on the bird, even as her nails dug into her flesh. She couldn't even speak with fondness at the moment, or smile as she pictured her two sisters. There was simply too much pain associated with Silmeria's fate. "We've been at war with the undead for centuries...those ghoulish creatures all united under the vampires' rule."
"Ah yes...I believe the Lord of the Undead is a vampire who goes by the name Brahms."
"Brahms..." Lenneth all but growled out his name, nails scratching over her flesh, drawing the thinnest trickle of blood. "He is obsessed with my sister. Silmeria, the youngest of we three Valkyries." Lezard was walking towards her, she spied him out the corner of her eye. "My sister, she was injured on the battle field. Silmeria was to be retired. She would wed a Lord of Alfeim...I was the head of her escort...Hrist was to lead the warring factions away from Valhalla, in order for Silmeria to make her escape."
"But something went wrong, didn't it?" Lezard asked. Mutely, she nodded. He withdrew a handkerchief from his shirt's pocket, reaching for her arm. She tried to shrug him off, but Lezard persisted, a tsking sound escaping him. "You are mortal now, Goddess. Even the smallest of scratches can lead to infection."
Grudgingly, she let him rub the handkerchief over the scratches. The silk quickly soaked up that thin trickle of blood, Lezard pressing down on her scratches in order to stop the bleeding.
"Brahms' vampires were lying in wait at the forest of Spirits." Continued Lenneth. "They ambushed and overwhelmed us. My sister was stolen, the escort slaughtered." She wasn't even trying to hide her pain, Lenneth remembering the Valkyries and einherjar who had died that day. "I went after my sister, but I was too late...that bastard had her in his arms...he had fed from her! And what's worse, he had gotten her to drink his blood."
"You blame yourself." Lezard noted, which made Lenneth's eyes flash with anger.
"Of course I do! I failed her, I failed them all...!"
"But if there was nothing you could do..." And that truth was the worst of all, Lenneth remembering how easily Brahms had found it to defeat her.
"My King is nowhere near as understanding." Her voice was toneless now, Lenneth forcing down the pain, the anger and her worry. "He sees nothing but my failure. A failure he deemed big enough to warrant a most extreme of punishments. It wasn't enough to marry me off...Odin would have my free will stripped away, my heart taken just as surely as Silmeria's life was stolen."
He was still pressing down on her arm, though Lezard gazed into her eyes. "I am sorry for your losses..."
"Sorry does not bring back my sister, or my honor!" Lenneth exclaimed. "Brahms has cost me everything..."
"You still have your life..." He pointed out.
"What good is my life if I cannot use it to save Silmeria!" Lenneth retorted, attempting to pull away. Lezard effortlessly held onto her, maintaining eye contact with her.
"You're suffering from survivor's guilt." She made a scoffing sound at that, though a part of her knew it was true. "Perhaps it wasn't a punishment so much as a kindness from Odin, when he attempted to enchant you to love me."
"What do you mean?" Lenneth demanded.
"I simply mean you can't live out the rest of your life mourning your sister and comrades. Nor can you spend it blaming yourself for what you could have done differently. You need to live Lenneth, need to embrace life, and that which it offers you."
"With you?" She very much wanted to sneer, but held back that expression at his smile.
"It would be a start..."
"Why would you even care?" Lenneth wanted to know. "I am a stranger to you..."
"You won't always be one." Lezard replied. "I would like to be more to you, than the man your king forced you to marry."
"Oh?"
"I want to be your friend...will you let me?" Lenneth stared at Lezard suspiciously, earning another smile from him. "Lenneth, you needn't view everything as though it was a battle. My offer of friendship has no hidden agendas save for us getting to know one each other better."
"I don't know if I can be your friend..."
"You don't know, or don't want too?" He demanded. She hesitated, knowing Odin's enchantment was inside her head. It tried to make her amenable to everything about Lezard, would settle for nothing less than Lenneth falling in complete love with the man who had kissed her awake. It would be so easy to give in, to give up the fight and just let the spell over take her. But Lenneth was stubborn, fighting it, and Lezard.
"I don't know if I can afford to let you get that close to me." She said at last.
"Can you afford not to?" He countered, and she shrugged, unsure. "Ah well, you needn't decide on it right now. My offer stands, for whenever you are ready to accept it." He finally let go of her arm, setting aside the bloodied handkerchief. "Well, Lenneth. Would you like to explore your new home?"
She thought it a better prospect than remaining alone, inside this room with him. "Yes. I am quite curious about where I ended up."
"Odin did not tell you that much at least?" He seemed shocked, and grew more so at her nod. "I see your King thought it funny to leave all the explanations between us."
"Funny is not a word I would associate with King Odin." Lenneth muttered, moving to follow Lezard to one of the room's doors. He was without comment to her utterance, Lezard pulling open the door. Lenneth saw a long corridor, and in it were people walking about. Some were dressed in servant's uniforms, and they carried things with them as they hurried off on tasks. Others were dressed in finer clothing, Lenneth assuming they were nobles that loitered out in the hall.
From the painted paneling of the walls, and the expensive carpets on the floor, Lenneth realized Lezard must be a wealthy man. At least judging by the wealth on display, and the expense spared in decorating. She was casting her eyes about in open doorways, overtly snooping about her new home as she followed Lezard. She would have noticed the crest even if she hadn't been studying every inch of her new home.
The crest came into sight when they turned the corner, Lenneth's eyes widening at it. The crest was large in size, taking up a generous portion of the wall it was adhered to. Mystic runes were carved at the bottom, and though Lenneth's knowledge of the language was rusty, she could make out enough to get the general gist of what was written. The runes spoke of loyalty to a great Queen, telling of the prosperity earned at her feet.
A three legged horse known to Lenneth as a Helhest beast was carved into the crest. It led a chariot in which a woman could be seen seated inside it. But the woman's face was not clear, the metal of the crest seeming to have been left incomplete in giving the Queen's appearance. But Lenneth did not need to see the Queen's face, to know just who was being represented as the patron of these people.
"Lenneth? Is everything all right, my lady?"
At the sound of Lezard's concern, Lenneth realized she had come to a complete stop. She was just inches away from the crest, staring at it with growing horror. A violent tremor seemed to over take her, Lenneth turning to Lezard, leaning into to him to inhale his scent. Once again she thought she smelled the familiar scent of ether. It was remarkably similar to another kind of powerful discharge. That of magic. It was so similar to the scent of a God's ether, Lenneth wasn't surprised she had confused the two.
Ill at ease, and shaking with her attempts to suppress her shocked dismay, Lenneth at last addressed Lezard. "What nation of Midgard, have I come to reside in?" A slow blinking of Lezard's eyes, the man looking almost like he didn't want to answer her. "Lezard. I have a right to know..."
"That you do." He seemed to deflate with a sigh, but kept his eyes locked with hers. As though to gauge a reaction she was already giving him. "This is Flenceburg."
"Flenceburg!" She gasped, a hand pressing over her chest as she staggered back against the wall. She couldn't believe Odin would do this to her, that her king would be so cruel. Was her failure to keep Silmeria away from Brahms really worth such an extreme punishment? That Odin would willingly send Lenneth among their enemies? Her eyes looked away from Lezard to the crest, finding it was confirmation that made her shudder. She could almost picture the Queen's appearance now, and that of her mocking smile.
How funny Queen Hel would find the situation. Lenneth was sure that hated woman would find it highly humorous that one of Odin's Valkyries was now to be wed to one of her followers. For once Lenneth didn't have to fight the love enchantment, her horror all consuming. She may not have had much experience on Midgard, but she knew enough to know of Flenceburg. A nation that allied itself with the underworld, and it's Queen. Queen Hel of Nifleheim, who held many dread alliances, most notorious of all was that of the undead.
Still reeling, Lenneth stared at the crest, wanting to scream with rage. How could Odin put her in the heart of an enemy nation? How could he expect her to love this man, and to bear children that would swear their allegiance to the bitch Goddess Hel? Was Lenneth's failure such that it warranted such an extreme punishment? If Odin thought to make an example of Lenneth, he had surely succeeded. No Valkyrie would ever risk failing him again, for fear of being so dishonored.
"You are handling this better than I thought." Lezard said at last. But his shoulders were sagging with disappointment. As though he was ashamed of his homeland. Lenneth thought that a justifiable reaction, though she suspected his disappointment had more to do with her reaction than anything else.
"I am a Valkyrie." She reminded him. It was enough of an explanation for him, Lezard nodding. "Though I must admit to being quite curious how you managed to make such an arrangement with my King."
Lezard turned uncomfortable at her inquiry, his eyes shifting away from her. He was hiding something, that much was obvious. Lenneth stepped towards him, intent on getting her answer.
"The wedding will be in a few days' time." Now he was the one avoiding her touch, Lezard walking ahead of her. "I thought it best to let you acquaint yourself with your new home and people before rushing into the ceremony."
She frowned at his back, Lenneth thinking she would never be at ease with the people of this nation. Not when most if not all were known followers of Hel, the lot of them sworn to the dark arts in the foul Queen's name. Perhaps even more unbearable was the thought, that unlike her sister Silmeria, there would be no one coming to rescue Lenneth from the predicament she found herself in.
Clenching her hands into fists, Lenneth slowly followed after Lezard. Words whispered in her mind, but she knew not who to direct her prayers to. She'd be damned before she prayed to Hel for guidance. But she was also loathe to pray for help from the very king who had betrayed her in so extreme a manner. In the end, she settled on her sister's name, Lenneth wishing Silmeria was faring better than she.
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To Be Continued
Just a quick author's note. I moved the rating up to M...even though I feel nothing M rated has happened yet. But it will. Eventually...so decided I better raise the rating to keep underage people from wrongly reading this. Sorry...!
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