~unwanted inheritance~
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~unwanted inheritance~

 ~jaded wine~part 3~

 ~lord amier mystique reclined quietly, listening to the house’ tortured screams.  few heard other than him. his smile seemed a bit sinister as he looked to the door feeling her presence and want to invade the areas of the castle she once ran the course of her day through. he adjusted his own form within the comfort of the high back chair he sat upon. excitement cursing through his soul with the events that would soon take withervane to the heights it should have been long ago. he knew why she would want to enter the room. his grin increased upon his lips and he patiently awaited the young heiress to enter~

 ~cautiously, she eyed the corridor before her. she could feel the hint of his thoughts, his grin and his anxiousness. but still she hesitated. her thoughts cascading like a waterfall raging through her mind. so many memories he had sailed through to her thoughts. too many to want to quickly make her way to him. she sat down on the top step to the west wing's stairs and sighed. she could see the twins standing at the main entrance to the castle. why could she not remember them? they confused her. she could remember every soul. even those taken during the massacre. why not them. as she thought about it and dwelled on the souls within them. her eyes widened and were drawn to one of them~

 ~her heart, it pounded, searching for his soul within her. she dared not convey to him any sign that she was aware that the soul portrayed was not his own.  she glanced back to the corridor that would lead her to lord mystique, stood and made her way to him. hoping he would now sense the fear within her. once at the door the key seem to be beckoning the lock that would encase the gold form like a magnet forcing her to insert the key . she did as it willed and the door slowly opened. he sat up in the chair and his form stood before her within an instant~

 “no child. no fear. remember whom ye art to become mine child. ye art safe within thine presence child. i promise ye this”

~he combed her dark tresses with his fingertips and allowed her to rest her head upon his chest. but he could feel the fear she held for blacksoul souring through her thoughts. if he could hide her from those of withervane, he would. but no where was there safe haven for the young heiress. no matter whom she was to become~

~the guards looked to each other. she knew. the one who she had eyed hung his head. she still feared him. he felt anger building within his heart. she would be his in the end. by her father’s will and not hers. he felt his brother’s hand upon his shoulder with a hint of comfort. but it did not help. he needed, wanted, had to have the love to be with her. they had no choice, either of them. their blood was bound even before the birth of the child. he would meet with the mystique’s before the night was done~

~lord mystique drew her closer before taking her hand to have her sit with him. he poured her the wine from the dark bottle of her father’s private stock. its thickness reminded her of the blood spilt from her parents. she swirled the contents of her goblet and watched it slowly settle back into the drink that was poured~

“ye mother, she loved his wine. she said it often soothed her from within. ye thoughts of its rich texture betray ye child. savor it. it will teach ye things ye never knew ye could do luv”

~half her father she was, but she still had not been able to bring herself to fill her soul with the tastes that made him who he was. she held to the goblet but did not taste of the rare old wine. she looked to him with slight concern~

“learn from it m’lord?”

“aye mine child. the souls that catered to thee wine within ye father’s making, poured their minds, their abilities into its making. their knowledge of their abilities laced with their blood and the blood of those they drank from. ‘tis splendid knowledge”

~he gathered up another bottle. the labeling quite different. the texture nothing compared to her father’s wine. coltessa noticed this right away~

“ye drink not from mine father’s bottle m’lord? why so?”

~he smiled gently and tasted the wine in his goblet. knowledge of others he did not need. but he needed to tell her of the restrictions~

“none, save ye dear child be permitted to drink of ye father’s wine luv. those of withervane know what shall befall them should they. there be much child ye still must learn. relax. drink. rest. tomorrow be an eventful day”

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