~unwanted inheritance~
~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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