The morning sun wasn't half up, yet the trampling of foots and clinking of arms awoke Katherine from her sleep. Startled, she called for Hazel, who rushed in from the room next door. "Milady, there seems to be a disorder in the mansion. They have sealed off the whole building. Should I inquire about the circumstances?"
"Please do." Katherine, meanwhile, washed herself and dressed in a simple green gown. Hazel was there in time again to lace her corsage. She should request for an extra maid soon to help her out. "So?"
"The whole mansion is in chaos. Someone seemed to have poisoned the food. Fortunately, the Earl wasn't affected, but two maids, the gardener, the cook, and three servants have lost consciousness. They are searching for the culprit now."
"Lost consciousness?", Katherine repeated. "Are there other symptoms? What is the Earl doing to help?"
"He ordered the captain of the guards to investigate and his personal doctor to tend to the affected. They have sent to town for a doctor, too, but unfortunately it will take hours to reach here and some of the patients may die until then. Also, the Earl's personal doctor complained that he doesn't know this poison. They are sweating profusely, and black veins are spreading under their skin."
Hazel fell silent. It really seemed to be a dire situation.
Katherine paced up and down in the room. She wasn't familiar with poison, but the mentioning of black veins made it appear very serve. Would she be of help there? She didn't know. The healing was only for the body itself, not to work against outer influences. Anyway, she should at least try, lest they died without her doing anything.
"Come on, Hazel, lets visit them." Determined she opened the door, only to be confronted with two guards blocking her way. They had weathered faces with bushy beards. One of them was missing an eye. Though a bit older than regular guards, they had muscles all over and a powerful presence. All in all, they looked quite scary.
As Katherine stumbled backwards, the one-eyed smiled mockingly. "I'm sorry, milady, we can't let you out." The words and the black tooth in his smile were more befitting for a bandit than a guard. He didn't even name a reason. His eyes said 'I don't respect you. What can you do?'
Guards under her window, guards in front of her chambers. The Earl was treating her like a prisoner, Katherine thought, as fury ignited in her. She was a goddamn lady, but even the guards were daring enough to look down on her!
Getting courage from her anger, she stepped forward again, going nose to nose with the one-eyed, who was grinning even more. Using his overconfidence, she grabbed for the dagger on his waist and retreated swiftly, holding the blade to her throat. "Don't move!"
Surprise flashed in the guards' eyes, followed by anger and annoyance. He ignored the warning and approached her. "You don't have the guts to kill yourself, Milady." The title sounded like an insult coming from his mouth.
Retreating, Katherine changed the position of the dagger. "Maybe not. But I surely have the guts to make a slash to my face and tell the Earl it was you guys. I don't think he would like that." It wouldn't be a big deal for her, because she could heal it anyway. Just the pain was kind of troublesome. She didn't want to do it, but she would for the slightest chance of healing the poisoned people.
Hazel behind her inhaled sharply. "Milady, what are you doing?!"
Katherine ignored her, the eyes fixed on the guard, who had stopped and furrowed his brows. "The Earl wouldn't believe you."
Katherine lifted her chin, trying to stare down at him, although he was taller. "You think so? I am such a weak little girl. I don't have a weapon for myself. You are so much stronger and more proficient. How then would your dagger fall into my hands? You must have given it to me to shift the blame for cutting my face, right?"
The one-eyed burned with fury. The implied truth in Katherine's words hurt even more. If he hadn't underestimated her, she wouldn't have the dagger now. A total rookie-mistake. Yet, how could he let this little girl best him! He wanted to pounce on her and get that damn dagger back, but a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. "Stop it, Jack. The Lady can't be harmed."
The other guard had made his move, finally. He was half a head taller than the one-eyed Jack, but appeared more approachable, although not quite friendly. Gripping Jack's shoulder tightly, he directed his next words to Katherine. "All of us would be in trouble if you got hurt, Milady, so could you please put that dagger down?"
What a shrewd fellow, Katherine thought. He had calculated his words to let her feel dumb for making such a big turmoil. If she lowered the dagger just a bit, he was sure to bounce forward and grab it. She gritted her teeth. She hated shrewd people. The Duke, the Earl, the guard, all of them were trying to bring her down. "No. It's still better to be hurt than imprisoned. I'm going to visit the victims now, because I might be able to help them. Don't get in my way!"
As the guards stared at her frustratedly, not sure if they should try stopping her again or simply follow her command, the sound of hasty footsteps neared. Eventually realizing that they had entered the chambers of a lady without permission, the guards became flustered. After sending Katherine a last glare, they retreated. Instantly, Hazel rushed over to Katherine. "Are you hurt, Milady?" Katherine shook her head, annoyed. Finally, she could have reached her aim, but now there was a new problem. Whoever was in the corridor, he was surely sent by the Earl.
Katherine didn't want to lose the weapon she had gained with so much afford, so she let Hazel close her eyes and slid the dagger under Foseti's cushion, careful not to wake the rabbit. She didn't want to mistrust her maid, but just like the guards she was paid by the Earl at the end of the day. Her cousin's betrayal let her trust in her ability of judgement sway.
Seconds later, the butler stopped just outside the anteroom. His old face was stoic and a little sweaty by his fast pace. Although in a hurry, he didn't forget bowing. At last a person with manners, Katherine thought again, remembering the scene in the foyer the other day. "Milady, there is an emergency. The Earl requires your assistance."
Katherine wanted to answer that she was just on her way to the victims, as she remembered her promise to make the Earl pay. Hesitantly, she decided to follow it up. Now, what could she request as reward? Maybe a part of her freedom. Switching to the image of a pouting little girl, she folded her arms. "Does he? Well, I'm not in the mood. I wanted to go out and inspect the mansion in the morning. Unfortunately, there were really unpleasant people in front of my room, who shoved me back in like I was some kind of prisoner."
The guards outside nearly spat blood as they heard her change the facts. Maybe they wanted to shove her back in, but how had it ended? They were beaten in their own game and would have needed to step down if the butler hadn't come in this fortunate moment! This girl was vicious!
Sam was surprised, too. He hadn't expected her to outright refuse. "Milady, it is a matter of life and death. I will personally reprimand the guards later. So, could you think this over?"
"No, thank you. Whoever dies, they aren't my people and I don't get anything by saving them. Besides, the problem with the guards isn't only their behavior but their resolution to not let me out. Isn't it a bit too overbearing of the Earl to first lock me in, and then expect me to help without compensation?" It must be a command of the Earl to keep her inside. Why else would they go as far as hesitating while she had a knife on her throat.
"I am not authorized to make this decision, milady.", the butler said apologetically.
"Then go and talk to the Earl." Looking annoyed, Katherine shooed him away. "Tell him that I want my freedom. And a horse while he's at it."
With that she strode out of the anteroom and into her bedroom, closing the door. Out of sight, the cold air dissipated and she flopped down on the bed. What if he refuses, she thought anxiously. She would heal the people of course. But with that she would give away her last opportunity of self-determination. If she got back on her word, she could go back twice, trice… uncounted times. She would never get anything in return.
The horse, of course, was an exaggerated request. With just her freedom she would be content already, but she had the feeling that she needed to request something that didn't naturally belong to her as payment if she wanted him to believe that she wasn't to be trifled with. Besides, it wasn't really a payment if it belonged to her in the first place.
It didn't take long for the butler to come back. "Milady, the Earl is gifting you a horse if you can fulfill his request, but reminds milady that the guards are for your own protection. Therefore, he won't be retrieving them."
Katherine wanted to stomp her foot in anger. What protection? They were obviously imprisoning her! Just in time, she remembered that she had an image to preserve, so she hissed: "Fine! Take me to the victims then!" Although she loved riding, she now regretted bitterly that she asked for a horse.
The symptoms were exactly as Hazel had described them. All seven of them were unconsciousness, sweating and had black veins under their skin. What confused her though, was the location and spreading of the veins. Six people only had few black veins in the abdominal area, while the seventh… it was hard to find places were he hadn't any. Not that she'd seen their whole bodies herself, but the doctor, an old man with glasses, had described it to her and he had taken off the seventh man shirt to let her see. She blushed looking at the bare skin. It wasn't right for a proper Lady to see this. Well, she had always been a bit to wild to be a 'proper' Lady anyways. And, oh my, he was such a magnificent piece of art. Starting from his perfect face over all this smooth naked skin down to his slender hips she couldn't find any flaw. Well, maybe his upper body was a bit haggard, but that was all. Somehow the black veins, like a confusing pattern on his slightly pronounced abs, m
"Did she infect herself?", the earl asked the butler. They were inside of his study. Rows and rows of bookshelves stood to both sides of an imposing dark-brown table. The Earl was seated behind it, the back facing a big window. According to the sun's position it was shortly after Katherine had treated the patient."Luckily, no.", Sam responded, pensive. "I'm afraid you underestimated her capability, Milord.""As I underestimated her impulsiveness. She's too easily offended, although this head of hers is working quite well otherwise." The Earl sighed. "Was I still as childish as her with seventeen, Sam?""No. But, if I may say so, Milord, that is incomparable.""Oh?" The Earl lifted an eyebrow. "How so?"Seemingly feeling uncomfortable, the butler pressed his lips together but decided to speak in the end. He phrased his words carefully. "Different from Milord, she never knew hate or sorrow while growing up. She met them only recently. Pure trust in
Slowly, Katherine lowered her spoon. She didn't think her question would touch such a sore spot in Hazel. To be exact, she thought nothing about it while asking. It was just curiosity. Now, however... Had the mistreating Hazel experienced something to do with sexual harassing? Rightful outrage filled Katherine's soul. Whoever dared to bully her maid, she would squash them. But before that... "Relax, Hazel. I won't force you to talk about it. But if you need help with something or someone to talk to, tell me. I hope you can see me as a friend some day." Surprised but still wary, Hazel blinked up to her. "... Thank you, Milady." "You're welcome." Katherine started eating again. "Can you answer the other questions then? About friends and what you like to do in your free time. Are there any nice spots around here?" Relieved, Hazel nodded. "You could say I'm friends with the cook. However, all servants other than me are past their fifties, so real friendsh
Although the mansion was gigantic, most of the rooms were empty shells. Well maintained, but otherwise forgotten. The only exception was the dining room she visited the day prior. "How long does the earl live here again?", she asked her two guards, who, after longer inspection, didn't seem to be as bad as she thought. "Almost two years.", the bigger one, Pete, replied. "And he never held a ball or social gathering or whatever?" "Never." "Any visitors?" "Only two were received by him personally: prince Aston and you, milady." "If you can call that personally.", she grumbled. She'd thought about bypassing the earl and finding someone else to help her reclaim her freedom in the row of his visitors. Without social gatherings, however, he really left her with no choice. "I don't want to seduce that demon." "What did you say, milady?", Hazel asked innocently. Katherine blushed. "I said... I want to search that dungeon
"Do you know the sound of a pig being slaughtered?", Frey asked and scooped the soup into his mouth. "I think I head one tonight. Couldn't sleep because of the squealing." Some heads nodded approvingly. Frey hopefully made puppy-eyes at the girl by his side "C'mon, Lady Kathrine, let's look for the corpse. It might still be out there!" He always had the weirdest hobbies. Or maybe he just used every possible way out of boredom. Katherine raised her head, her face uneasy, but serious. "I'm sorry, it is too dangerous. I can't let you into the forest…" Into the forest… into the forest…, the leaves whispered back. There was a clearing with a creek flowing between the weed. It was a hot summer day and birds flocked in the higher branches of the trees all around, singing mourning melodies. A little girl in a white summer dress played the flute to accompany them. She sat on a stone near the water, her black hair swaying softly with the wind.
With the breakfast came the notice about the earl accepting her conditions. Katherine breathed a sigh of relieve, only to get nervous right afterwards. Her first date! What to do, what to do?!One look at Hazel, who was like a quiet, confused mouse today, made her realize that she couldn't expect any help from her side. After thinking about it for the whole night, she felt regret for her harsh words. She already wanted to apologize, but as she observed Hazel longer, she saw that the pensiveness in her maid's eyes seemed to outweigh the hurt and desolation. Could Hazel really learn from that? Hesitatingly, she decided to wait it out.Katherine was clear about how little Hazel could help her with the preparations anyway. The maid nearly fled as she tried to talk about the topic 'love'. She didn't want to scare her off even more. Once a day already seemed to be more than she could take.So, everything about how to seduce the earl was stuck on her. Because of
The slow descend of the earl made the pressure increase exponentially. It was as if he wanted to vent all his displeasure on Katherine solely by this deafening silence. When he reached the last step, Katherine felt as if a ton of pressure was pushing her down towards the floor. Yet she persisted. She might not be able to raise her head and stop her legs from trembling though. Biting her lower lip, she told herself that her dress was only the fist try. She didn't know his preferences yet, so she couldn't act to fulfill them. Trial and error. Make it better next time. And she still had an whole hour to find at least one thing he liked. Now was her chance. Wasting even one second of that precious time on self-pity over her failure was dumb. The last thought spurted her courage. No time for hurt and anxiety. Act now. "Milord." She curtsied. "Thank you for coming." Silence again, as he stared at her with his deep red eyes, giving no indication that he want
But the following sentence made her dismiss the thought. "That's too annoying. Just take a bunch of all of them."Taking all would confuse the meanings. They didn't match. Maybe it was just coincidence that he choose the offensive flowers after all. An earl wouldn't waste his time to learn the flower language, right?Convinced by her own logic and too relieved to be on guard anymore, she gave in and stretched out her hand to the daffodils. "Well, okay. They don't look that bad all together. Help me plug them, please."Behind her back, the earl had a hard time trying not to laugh. She fell for his scheme and was picking the daffodils herself now! It really was a sight to behold.Of course, he himself stretched his hand to the peony, not one of these with bad meaning. Just as his long fingers touched the stem, his face fell. A tendril of darkness escaped from his flesh, digging into the flower, spreading until the whole blossom was shrouded in black. In a m
Five years later"Your Holiness - Uh, ah, Majesty, I mean!"Leaning on the newly-built rails atop the dome of the palace, with the view of the Capital in the background, Katherine scolded lightly: "Shht, Hazel, she just fell asleep."In her arms rested a baby, maybe a few months old, with a tuft of black hair and fair white skin. If she opened her lids, angelic blue eyes would blink up innocently at the viewer.Hazel's head appeared at the end of the staircase leading to the roof. Apologetically, she bit her lip and whispered. "I'm sorry, your Majesty. A letter arrived from Dragsa, and Prince Patrick hurt his knee while playing. He's on his way here.""Dragsa...," Katherine muttered and stretched out a hand to take it. "I wonder what they want. They were very quiet in the latter years."Lowering her head, she took a glance at the paper. Instantly, her brows furrowed, later followed by a deep sigh. "I almost expected it. What a shame."Her gaze wandered to the west, in the direction of
For once, the third wall belonging to the palace let nobles and commoners alike pass. They flooded in in masses and coagulated on the streets and the grass field before the dome. Everywhere, where they could hope to catch a little glimpse of what was about to happen in the throne hall.In front of the dome, Nathaniel dismounted and reached his hand out to Katherine to help her off as well. For a second, Katherine remembered how Pete helped her when she mounted Bell for the first time, and her smile grew shaky. Pete and Jack. One retired after suffering grievous wounds, and the other fell in battle when the undead attacked the palace to free the Queen, Emilian, and Helmina.The burial was in the time of Katherine's long travel back but she and Nathaniel visited the grave two days ago. Still, she could not believe that her funny, one-eyed companion was truly gone. It was delusional but she could not shake the thought that if only she'd been at the Capital, her power might have saved him
Weeks later, the couple reached the Capital and was welcomed with much tom-tom. Aston, it seemed, was back on his feet. The new scar parting his right brow even suggested that his exaggerated description of a battle with the best undead swordsman in history might be more than just bragging. Infuriatingly, however, the scar made him even more handsome, and he confidently put it on display at any opportunity he got. Especially in front of the ladies.Shortly after their return, King William officially announced his retirement in favor of his nephew. Though the commoners were confused at Nathaniel's sudden emergence, the prepared aristocrats soon placated them, and the rumors of his activities as the illusive sixth General did the rest.Katherine was surprised to hear that word of her ability had elevated her picture in the icelandic society to somewhat of a saintess. King William obviously prepared on this end as well, and thus nobody dared suggest that a dragsean noble was unfit to be
The ship of the king of the Glaciar Coast was a gigantic vessel with a kind of lofty wretchedness to it. In fact, Katherine thought that the silver ornaments on the dark wood looked like bones, and if the sail had been a bit more tattered, the "Charon" would've been the perfect ghost ship. When she mentioned it to Lady Brandon in jest, the sister of said king laughed out loud."Oh, he'd love to hear that! If his crew wasn't ridiculously superstitious, I bet he'd search the whole ocean floor for a sunken vessel to serve him!""Is that so?" Katherine lifted her brows, perplexed. "Isn't it already enough that it can fly?"Granted, the hovering of the gigantic vessel wasn't completely 'flight' as the ship was only lifted by the water the Glaciar Coast's mages manipulated with much afford. It could also only be implemented for short periods close to a water source. For the unsuspecting viewer, however, it looked exactly as if the ship was flying.It was this practical fea
Katherine woke up feeling fresh and well-rested. The plush cushions under her head were like soft clouds, and the blanket bore just the right amount of heat. The air smelled of salt and herbs, an unusual but welcoming combination."Hmmm." With a blissful sigh, Katherine stretched. She didn't feel so good since they resided in the hut in the Icelands with King William, his mistress, and son. Did she only dream of that long, arduous journey to a mountain in Dragsa?"You're awake." Her eyes snapped open when she heard that voice. It was undoubtedly the deep timbre of her husband, Nathaniel. And there he was, sitting next to the bed in a cushioned chair, a gentle gaze in his eyes.Eyes that rested strangely deep in his pale face. A face that was bare of the slight smile that sometimes tugged on the corners of his mouth when he looked at her. Instead, he seemed solemn, exhausted, plagued by a deeply hidden sadness that he maybe wanted to hide. Yet to her eyes, his feelings were an open
Deep satisfaction brought some power to Katherine's exhausted body, yet she did not like the feeling at all. The guilt over hitting an innocent civilian clouded her mind, together with the question if it was the right thing to do. Trapping Ethan in the other dimension was too easy. It didn't feel right.Days and nights she'd dreamed of how to take her revenge, how she would torture him and finally look into his eyes when he died. Now, she'd acted impulsively, and the results were anything but what she imagined. Yet, should she have let the chance slip by?When she'd heard him giving orders, she'd finally stopped in her path because she felt like a coward who ran from the only real battle she'd sworn herself to fight. At first, she only wanted to observe and hid where the canyon's wall stood out a bit, just in earshot of Ethan. But the opportunity was too good. She didn't know how her smart and cunning cousin could act so dumb. It didn't match his usual approach, yet maybe
It was Ethan. He stood just outside the rift, his usual harmless smile on his face, and the hands hidden in the pockets of his dark trousers. "Kitty. Fancy meeting you here."If Katherine had been raised in any lower class than aristocracy, she would've spit in front of his feet. Even so, her face soured as if she'd bitten into a raw lemon. "I don't... fancy it at all."Stepping aside to give the rest of the dark stream free access to the rift, she noticed that Ethan'd brought two helpers who lingered in the back nervously. The white lab coats outed them as researchers. She glanced them up and down and decided not to ask where Ve was. After all that happened today and with her magic nearly depleted, she wanted nothing more than walk away from this whole mess.So, she did just that. Turned around and walked along the canyon that was now almost free of the dark substance.After a second of surprise, Ethan called after her: "Hey, don't you want to know what I'll do with this? Aren't
Meanwhile, the Duke of Sleipnir got comfortable on the edge of the cave. Shortly after he'd disposed of the corpses by sending them into the rolling dark river below, some of Loki's staff came over. They were shocked to see only one person left in the cave. "Um, your Excellency, where... where is the leader?""Hm?" Ethan turned and blinked. "Oh... he... how should I put this? He was too enthusiasistic when he saw his experiment finally succeed. Look, the brilliant result of all his hard work is below this cliff. He didn't want to wait anymore and took everyone to follow him down. Which might have been the wrong decision, so to say."The staff carefully crept closer to the cliff, and when he saw the darkness below, though it was more a creek than a mighty river now, his eyes widened. "Do you mean to say the leader is...?""Dead." Ethan nodded unemphathetically. "Most likely."Unexpectedly swiftly, the staff got over his shock. For a moment, he pondered, then asked: "But the experiment
"Ahhh! It hurts! It hurts! You're tearing me apart!" Nathaniel felt the unusual urge to roll his eyes. He never knew that his magic was such a sissy. First, it asked for his help, and now it screamed like a pig on the slaughter bench because of a little pain. And why could it even feel pain? Its body was nothing but insidious black smoke that appeared like a black liquid in its compressed form. There were no tendons, no bones, no flesh, and no nerves - in short, nothing that could hurt. "Shall I stop pulling then?", Nathaniel asked sarcastically in his mind. Well, if that magic of his wanted to go by itself, all the better for him. "No, no, no! Please don't let go! Don't let goo-oo-ouuuuuuch!" It felt like mentally pulling on an elastic band, Nathaniel decided. Somewhere where he couldn't see, something else was pulling the other end, turning the band longer and longer. It got harder for him to hold on with each passing second. Then, with a last loud howl fr