I cracked my eyes open, the darkness of the room still present due to the closed curtains. I stretched my arms, fingertips brushing along the sheets beneath me as I did. By Nicneven, I needed that rest. A vampiress could only go so long without sleep. Though the smell of stagnant blood, earth and gore reached my senses. I peered down at my rather crusty and pungent clothes. Shit. In my eagerness to get into bed, I'd forgotten to change. Well, there was no way I could see Rhuesia looking like this. I'd rather go through the turning again than imagine what she'd say if I went before her as I was. A bath it would have to be, not like I'd been privy to one of those in a while either, unless you counted the river.
Releasing my grip on the comfortable bed bar, I floated back around to a standing position, leaping off the bed and yawning my way into the bath chamber. At least I'd removed my socks and boots last night, they were probably smelling a bit fresh themselves. Luckily they were in the corner of the room, as far away from me as possible. The massive porcelain tub that sat in the middle of the bath chamber was a luxury, one that I'd grown accustomed to over the centuries. The Circe Coven, for all its attempt at propriety and wealth would never be able to afford something like this. It was definitely a lot more comfortable than sitting in a wooden basin that looked as though it had been cobbled together from various large wine barrels. It seemed someone had anticipated my need to bathe, the tub was already filled with hot steaming water. No doubt Malakay had sent servants to both mine and Lixiss's rooms.
Well I couldn't complain. The less time I had to prepare the tub and more time to enjoy it was all the better for me. I curled my fingers around the neck of a thin bottle, filled with a concoction of purple liquid of my own design. Uncorking the top, the smell of lavender immediately drifted out. Lavender was known to be soothing, relaxing and Nicneven knew I would need both before facing Rhuesia. I poured the potion into the water, twisting my hands and tore words of the arcane from my throat. The water swirled until a nice layer of invitingly airy bubbles coated the top. Perfect. Just the way I liked it.
Peeling the musty fabric from my skin and stripping myself of any other adornments, I clambered into the tub, groaning in pleasure as the warmth spread over my flesh and the bubbles washed over me. I'd always loved having a long soak in the bath. With the opportunity becoming fewer and far between lately, I wasn't going to waste this chance. Though I'd have to find time to brew more bath potions, the lavender bottle was the last of my previous stock. The Circe Coven may not have had a tub like this, but at the very least the water had been warm.
As I played with the bubbles, my mind wandered to what awaited me. Rhuesia wouldn't summon me without good reason, but as for what that was, I knew not. As Lixiss had pointed out, we'd been nowhere near the castle for weeks. It was also unusual for her to request an audience so soon after our return. What could she possibly want? If it was another assignment, I was going to take a bite out of her, Clan Leader or not. We’d just got back for Nicneven's sake! Didn't we deserve at least more than one night to recuperate. My eyebrows drew together and a sigh passed my lips. Even if me and Lixiss weren't happy about it (and by the gods I already knew Lixiss wouldn't be ecstatic about leaving again on an assignment now), we wouldn't have much of a choice. The Clan Leader's word was almost absolute. Almost.
Heart plummeting at the thought of heading out on the road again, I sank even deeper beneath the bubbles, letting them obscure me completely from view. There was no other reason she could want to see me. That had to be it. If my fate was already sealed, I just hoped it was something interesting and not say, checking out a herd of cattle that had wandered into the wood. On the other hand, at least that would be quick.
Sighing again, I picked up the soap and began lathering it over my skin. The lavender of my concoction may have already started to mask my smell, but there was nothing like being actually clean. Something Jameson needed to be reminded of. After scrubbing the soap all over, including vigorously over a stubborn patch of dirt around my ankle, I dived back beneath the water again, letting it gently remove the soap from my body. Now for the final part of my routine.
I emerged from the water again, long red hair falling in fiery trails down my chest and rippling across the surface. Hair was a vampiress's pride and joy and I was sure to give mine the attention it needed when I had the chance. The bath potions may all be out but hair potions? Those I made by the dozen. I grabbed a different pink coloured bottle with a swirl in its neck, uncorking it like I had with the lavender liquid. I poured it generously onto my hair, making sure to rub it deep into my locks, right down to the scalp. Oh yes. I could already feel the smell of earth and dirt finally coming out.
Just as I was about to wash the mixture out, a knock at the door interrupted my enjoyment. "I'm in the bath!" I called out, agitated.
"Yes, I imagine you'd need one after lying on filth for three weeks." The bored, blunt tone of Yira sounded from the other side of my chamber door.
"What can I do for you Yira? And can it wait ten minutes?" I said at an exasperated normal volume, knowing she'd be able to hear despite the distance.
"Rhuesia sent me to tell you she'll be waiting in the observatory. Maybe ten minutes will be enough time." I didn't need to see Yira to know a smug smirk was fashioned on her lips.
"Well, message received. I'll be there shortly." I answered, trying to regain my dignity. Stupid stuck up Yira and her need to be better than everyone all the time.
"Good. And for Camazotz's sake, try and look presentable.”She sneered before the clack of her shoes echoed down the corridor. I always wondered how she could wear such uncomfortable shoes when our feet were practically made for sturdy comfortable boots. No matter. I had an audience to attend and apparently, there was no time to waste.
Could I not just enjoy one thing before the day was ruined?
I walked purposefully down the corridor after exiting my chambers. With a little magic, my hair was perfectly dry. Yira had said to look presentable. Usually, I wouldn't listen to anything Yira said, but it had been an odd tidbit to throw in. Sure, we didn't get along and I'm sure she hated everything about me from my magic right down to my fashion sense, but she had never openly said anything about it, even when I'd been meeting Rhuesia before. Her words caused curiosity and apprehension to wage war within me in equal measure. What exactly was this summons all about? Either Yira knew and wouldn't give me a heads up out of spite, or she only knew what Rhuesia had said. The sooner I arrived at the observatory the better. I passed a few other vampires, vampiress and the odd Other, shifters and such willing to help or work for the Clan. Everyone was going about their day as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Well, I supposed for them it wasn't. What
"You are joking!" I spat at Rhuesia, though despite my tone, she simply gazed at me with eyebrow raised. "I am as serious as the grave Corisande. It will be a glorious union." She stated, as though this was a fact rather than an opinion. "You do not know that." I hissed back. "And why was I not consulted about my own marriage? Surely that is something the bride of all people needs to be aware of!" I flashed my fangs as the anger poured over me like water. Who in Nicneven's name did Rhuesia think she was? I ignored the little rational voice in my head that pointed out the Clan Leader and Elder Vampiress. "You were away. A decision needed to be made and negotiations were swift." She said again in the tone of voice I hated. Again as if it was fact. A sealed bargain that no one could dispute. The one she used when her word was law. "There was no contact about this before I left." I pointed out. "Meaning the message came in and was subsequently deci
"I cannot sign this." The words hoarsely escaped my throat as the quill began to shake in my grip. A long suffering sigh reached my ears. "We have discussed this Corisande. The matter is decided.” "You do not understand. I have seen this document before, during my Ascension.” Rhuesia's interest seemed to pique for the first time since I'd arrived on the balcony. "If memory serves, that is the ceremony where witches are gifted a glimpse of their future.” I nodded. "What did you see?” Swallowing hard, I uttered "My death. At the hands of my fiancé.” There was silence for far too long, before a soft murmuring interrupted the quiet. "It must have been wrong.” The quill broke in my grasp as I whirled to face her, eyes blazing at the mere thought. "They are not wrong. No witch ever had a vision that did not come to pass.” Rhuesia as ever, was unreadable. "It is wrong. It must be. I cannot understand why the Prince wou
“What!?” Lixiss screeched, her eyes shifting to cat like slits before returning to normal. A sigh blew through my fangs. “You said to tell you what Rhuesia wanted. This was it. I’m not overly thrilled either you know.” “So now you’re bound to marry the man who kills you. Fantastic. Shall I make the funeral preparations now or wait till after I have to gather up your body?” I raised an eyebrow at her. “Thanks for the confidence.”
“Are we there yet?” Lixiss groaned. “Almost.” I countered. We’d been on the road for several days and I could finally make out the spiralled marbled towers of the Royal Clan’s Palace rising in tandem with the mountain it was situated near. “Thank Nicneven. At least I didn’t have to carry your luggage as well this time.” “Hey you were in lynx form, it made sense to strap the bag to your back.”
I had to say, if there was one thing I approved of in this place, it was that the Royal Clan knew their bathing tubs. The one that greeted my vision was more opulent and spacious than any I had come across. It was made of solid porcelain, with golden clawed feet so that it stood off the ground. It had metal things on one end. Reaching out my fingertips, I twisted one, interested to see what would happen. Warm water immediately gushed out of the thin pipe into the tub. Was it undignified for a vampiress to squeal with delight? By Nicneven, it was as if all my bathing prayers over the centuries had been answered.
I walked stiffly, keeping my arm laced with Theron's. He moved elegantly, showing no signs that he immediately wished to murder me. I took that as a good sign I wouldn't be dying tonight."Is it customary for the Prince to fetch the guests?" I asked, simply because traversing all this opulence in silence was uncomfortable.Theron chuckled softly. "No, it is not. But you can blame me for being eager to see my betrothed?""Yes. I was under the impression you signed the contract blindly, with little care as to which bride you were assigned. Or was I wrong in such an assumption?" I raised a
"Corisande, a pleasure to finally meet you." The Empress greeted warmly, though her eyes were appraising, raking over every inch of me. The contract may have been a done deal, but it didn't equate to immediate acceptance. And after all, I was marrying her only son. It was definitely in my best interest to try and make a good impression at this banquet."The honour is mine." I greeted in return, bowing my head slightly."Indeed Corisande. To meet you is a fine thing." The Emperor concurred.
Popping the mountain deer snack ball into my mouth, I strode around another corner, trying in vain to project confident indifference. "Does he still follow?" The murmured words left my lips.Lixiss nodded in reply.We had been right about the elf's plans and it appeared Aldith had no intention of letting us out of his sight. He must be a fool not to realise we can sense his movements. "The Tailor is up ahead, in the dressing chamber. Stay alert." I uttered. Though safe in the knowledge that Aldith wouldn't attempt to enter the chambers (whether in person or by the arcane), I was curious as
"So, he showed you a fancy tree planted by the gods and now there's irrefutable evidence you'll be part of the Royal Clan. Does that about sum up your date?" Lixiss smirked, before throwing another snack ball into her mouth, no doubt pilfered from the kitchens."Again, your eloquence for summarising a situation knows no bounds." I replied, "Any blood in those balls?" Lixiss shook her head. "Nope, but have one anyway. They're meaty, whatever they are." Eh, what did I have to
After a moment's hesitation, I reached out, wrapping my fingertips around the stem and avoiding the thorns. The conviction coating Theron's words appeared genuine. I raised my eyes from the flower to meet his, noticing the petals were almost the same shade as Theron's dark crimson gaze. I couldn't detect any malice as he matched my stare, no doubt waiting for me to say something. Rather, I found the same conviction there as in his words."Thank you," I managed eventually, breaking our strange scrutinising and turning my attention back to the flower. "It would mean a great deal to me and Lixiss to be able to have a home and family again." That part wasn't a lie. The Circe Coven had disowned us, love turning to fear and hatred. The Crypt Clan had become more of a family to us, but that was all st
They were still pretty far ahead, so it was doubtful they'd have seen us.From my vantage point, I watched as Aldith shook some paper in Theron's direction. "She's only been here a day and already...""We'll take care of it. I trust you with all our livesAldith. Between us, these are just empty threats." "But still..." My eyes followed as the elf mage lookedback down at the paper in his grip. "Whoever wrote this is not playingaround Theron. We should exercise caution until we know more."
The grin haunted my thoughts long after we’d parted. The way Theron’s fangs flashed in delight, amidst his elegant face. It was as though in that moment, all defences, pretences and any other shield of propriety had been stripped bare, allowing me to see the real him. Not the Prince of all vampire kind. Not the brutal, bloodied warrior that I’m sure he was after our trip to the dungeons. Just Theron. I shook my head, tendrils of flaming hair surrounding me as I did. I couldn’t afford to let those thoughts take root. Remember why you’re here. Defying Nicneven’s vision was all that mattered. Anything else could be dealt with if I lived. Wandering with renewed purpose across a little ornate bridge p
"Such an important decision and you deny us the right to offer advice in such a matter?" One head moaned with anger. The question was directed at Theron, but I couldn't have that. I was the one speaking."As my betrothed said, your connections are the more valuable asset, not your advice. I don't know how many more times that requires repeating to be quite honest
The door swung open as Theron removed his fingers from the material. Another device designed for the Royal Clan no doubt. Candles were scattered around and the flames sprang to life as we entered the large cell. How much here is magic, created by Aldith? The thought both fascinated and terrified me. If the eleven mage had such a stronghold of arcane creations, presumably for security purposes, would they recognise that I used to be a witch, recognise that I still possessed magic? And if so, would these devices turn on me, even if I became a part of the Royal Clan? I brushed the thoughts from my mind. They were contemplations f
"Your closest friend is an eleven mage." I calmly pointed out, as I walked next to Theron through the corridors."Yes." Theron returned simply, as though he had no understanding of the history between my kind and Aldith's. "I would expect you're aware that eleven mages are famous for their hatred of witches, something me and Lixiss used to be and in fact, partially still are." I returned, a slight edge leaking into my tone. There was no way Theron could be that ignorant. A vampiress witch for a bride and eleven mage for a
"And you are?" I growled, not in the mood to be dealing with further interruptions. "Aldith." The stranger said easily. As he stood there and my fury dampened, I noticed he was dressed differently to the others I had seen flitting about the palace. His attire resembled robes, only less flowing and sturdier in nature. His hair was so blonde it gave off a silver sheen and its length meant he'd organised it in an intricate single braid. A wisp of memory tugged at my mind, but to insubstantial to really grasp. He reminded me of something. A meeting from long ago, in another life..."Your name tells me little." I returned, noticing the defensive edge in my voice.