“What have you done?” she screamed, seeing her Queen Consort lying paralysed and helpless on the floor. “You just used magic on her? On the Reach-Queen? You just sealed your own death warran-”
Sabrinda took advantage of the ranting to cast her own paralysis spell, sending Uaile falling backwards. Then she stared back up at Meryndor, both realising the same thing. Things had just gone horribly wrong.
“What do we do?” Meryndor said, panic in his eyes. “They'll kill us when they find out about this.”
“Sleeping potion,” Sabrinda said, thinking quickly. “I still have some left. Dose Uaile with that, she'll be out cold and we'll be long gone.”
“Sab, you get nightmares without it,” Meryndor said softly. Sabrinda shook her head, eyes not leaving Liriel.
“Just do it,” Sabrinda said, stroking Liriel's cheek. “I'll get some more in Solitude. Better that than execution.”
“Right. But what about Liriel?” Meryndor hadn't taken his eyes off her, worried sick about his little girl. Sabrinda brushed Liriel's hair back, wondering exactly that. What did they do with a daughter who'd changed so completely? Sabrinda had no idea, but she did know one thing – she was not abandoning her.
“We take her with us. Get rope and a gag, there's an empty chest in her room, no one'll notice we've got an extra trunk when we leave. We'll let her out at the Embassy – or better, on the ship. I don't trust Elenwen.”
Meryndor nodded his assent and went to see to Uaile. Sabrinda stayed with Liriel, unable to tear her eyes away from her beautiful girl.
“I'm sorry, daughter,” she whispered. “But I'm not letting the Thalmor make an example of you. Not you. Not my baby. Not my little Valiriel. No one is assassinating you, not now, not ever.”
Sabrinda hated having to do this and the silent betrayal in Liriel's eyes made it worse. But she wasn't leaving her behind.
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Silence and quiet, thank Sithis. No jesters shrieking at him or daughters shouting at him and weren't his children meant to be loyal to him, not their stepmother? No steward staring disapprovingly at him. No guards watching or servants giving him pitying looks. Madanach had his room to himself, his little cave, Borkul guarding the door, peace, quiet, stone walls all around him. Comfier than Cidhna but not far different.
Better this way. Safer this way. Liriel wasn't for him. She was too beautiful, too perfect, too lovely, beyond him. Even a king couldn't have a goddess in his bed. Not right. Sacrilege. Blasphemous even, wanting to bend her over the table and fuck her, refusing to let her come until she'd begged him for it. Even if she had come so hard she'd produced more fluid than he had.
Not for him any more. It was done, over, the Dance ended, Liriel set free to find someone else. Someone not a flawed, failing mortal approaching the end of his life. Someone who was still whole, who didn't have that gaping void of unhappiness in his heart and soul. Perhaps he'd had it all his life but just never noticed it. Until the Nords took Keirine and killed his father. Until he realised how cold Mireen's heart was. Until he saw Eithne die, and that was the trigger, that had ripped the scales from his eyes. Nothing had really meant anything since, and if he'd had things to distract him in the interim, that was all they had been. Just transient little illusions to keep him from staring into the Void. Apart from Liriel. She'd made it all better, lit up his world, kept the darkness at bay, warmed his soul. And all he'd given her was pain.
Better this way. Better for her to be without him, be free to be the Dragon-Goddess she should be. Find someone worthy. Someone not him. And if sending her away had ripped his heart out, he'd have to live with it. Or find something to fill it. Well, only one other thing had ever really done the job.
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Re: Thicker Than Blood 7.6
Date: 2014-02-21 08:28 pm (UTC)Sabrinda took advantage of the ranting to cast her own paralysis spell, sending Uaile falling backwards. Then she stared back up at Meryndor, both realising the same thing. Things had just gone horribly wrong.
“What do we do?” Meryndor said, panic in his eyes. “They'll kill us when they find out about this.”
“Sleeping potion,” Sabrinda said, thinking quickly. “I still have some left. Dose Uaile with that, she'll be out cold and we'll be long gone.”
“Sab, you get nightmares without it,” Meryndor said softly. Sabrinda shook her head, eyes not leaving Liriel.
“Just do it,” Sabrinda said, stroking Liriel's cheek. “I'll get some more in Solitude. Better that than execution.”
“Right. But what about Liriel?” Meryndor hadn't taken his eyes off her, worried sick about his little girl. Sabrinda brushed Liriel's hair back, wondering exactly that. What did they do with a daughter who'd changed so completely? Sabrinda had no idea, but she did know one thing – she was not abandoning her.
“We take her with us. Get rope and a gag, there's an empty chest in her room, no one'll notice we've got an extra trunk when we leave. We'll let her out at the Embassy – or better, on the ship. I don't trust Elenwen.”
Meryndor nodded his assent and went to see to Uaile. Sabrinda stayed with Liriel, unable to tear her eyes away from her beautiful girl.
“I'm sorry, daughter,” she whispered. “But I'm not letting the Thalmor make an example of you. Not you. Not my baby. Not my little Valiriel. No one is assassinating you, not now, not ever.”
Sabrinda hated having to do this and the silent betrayal in Liriel's eyes made it worse. But she wasn't leaving her behind.
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Silence and quiet, thank Sithis. No jesters shrieking at him or daughters shouting at him and weren't his children meant to be loyal to him, not their stepmother? No steward staring disapprovingly at him. No guards watching or servants giving him pitying looks. Madanach had his room to himself, his little cave, Borkul guarding the door, peace, quiet, stone walls all around him. Comfier than Cidhna but not far different.
Better this way. Safer this way. Liriel wasn't for him. She was too beautiful, too perfect, too lovely, beyond him. Even a king couldn't have a goddess in his bed. Not right. Sacrilege. Blasphemous even, wanting to bend her over the table and fuck her, refusing to let her come until she'd begged him for it. Even if she had come so hard she'd produced more fluid than he had.
Not for him any more. It was done, over, the Dance ended, Liriel set free to find someone else. Someone not a flawed, failing mortal approaching the end of his life. Someone who was still whole, who didn't have that gaping void of unhappiness in his heart and soul. Perhaps he'd had it all his life but just never noticed it. Until the Nords took Keirine and killed his father. Until he realised how cold Mireen's heart was. Until he saw Eithne die, and that was the trigger, that had ripped the scales from his eyes. Nothing had really meant anything since, and if he'd had things to distract him in the interim, that was all they had been. Just transient little illusions to keep him from staring into the Void. Apart from Liriel. She'd made it all better, lit up his world, kept the darkness at bay, warmed his soul. And all he'd given her was pain.
Better this way. Better for her to be without him, be free to be the Dragon-Goddess she should be. Find someone worthy. Someone not him. And if sending her away had ripped his heart out, he'd have to live with it. Or find something to fill it. Well, only one other thing had ever really done the job.