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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 8:19 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 10:14 pm
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ʑoë Ѵaʅe After sleeping for who knows how long, Zoe woke up completely rested. She sat up in bed stretching her arms letting out a loud yawn. Lowering her arms, she rubbed the sand out and stood up searching for any note of summons by the Queen. She was slightly disappointed in finding breakfast with no summons note from the Queen. She ate quickly and decided to change into clean formal clothes then go search for her. Before she left her room, she grabbed her lyre and strapped on some throwing knives dipped in sleeping poison. She left her room and headed towards the first location she would search, the throne room. Entering quietly, in case court was in session, she walked closer to the dais. As she walked closer she realized the figure that she had seen in a throne was actually, King Lucian and not Queen Alyssia. She stopped in front of him frowning, Why is it that I always bump into him when he's sleeping... She sat down on the first step resting her chin on her arm as support. I might as well wait for her here...She's bound to show up eventually... Bored, she decided to practice some basic charm spells for good dreams and warding off evil. She quickly tuned the lyre and began playing.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 11:00 pm
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ʑoë Ѵaʅe
She ignored the pounding footsteps of Lucian walking towards her and continued playing unfazed. At his icy cold touch and voice, she shivered and stopped playing. Her eyes were completely focused on his as they seemed to pulse red with anger. She felt frozen, and her heart quake instinctually at the glare of a death god. She felt raw and bare as he ripped open her mind to threaten her. The room was completely still and silent as they continued their staring contest. Frightened and offered, she ripped her hand out of his grip and stared defiantly up at him. "Of course, my lord, because we are all just puppets to your whim..." She gripped her lyre tightly angered, "You are King after all. Why should you care about anything other than what pleases you? But you have forgotten something, my lord." She smirked pleased with herself, "My oath is to Queen Alyssia. I must do whatever it takes to help her, and that requires me practicing charm magic not listening to you."
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