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Remnants of a Surrendered Legacy

Post by Lydea on Sat Jan 23, 2016 9:15 am



Remnants of a Surrendered Legacy
The Story of Tiaera Cinderblood
Chapter 01


"You're relieved from duty, Andrews." The older knight clasped his gauntlet on the pauldron of the young Paladin he had addressed. He was at least thirty years this boy's senior, and it showed, even if the knight had aged with grace. Greying hair streaked his chestnut tresses like pepper carelessly spilled across a table. Wrinkles creasing his skin like discarded parchment, but they showed ages of laughter and humility. The dark circles under his sunken blue eyes would be the only hint that he was nearing a comfortable wooden chair near a well stocked pond.

"Just in time I hope, I don't want to keep M'Lady waiting." Tobias Andrews grinned with pride as any gallant knight would. He had drawn the late watch of the evening, bringing him long past dark and long past a decent time to meet with a lady, but still she had insisted they meet. "Thank you, Ser Warren"

He could only smile with warmth and nostalgia. Alexander Warren thought back to the days when he was escorting the lady he was arranged to wed. The days had changed and he had known it, but the excitement a young man felt for his first love was something that brought sword to hand and even the most cowardly solider for country. "Then you best not keep her."

Tobias took down the stairs of Mardenholde Keep, nearly tripping out of his plate before he had a chance to reach the armory to remove it. Alexander simply stepped into Tobias' place, leaning back and closing his eyes with a hand rested on his sword. Soon after gentle snoring filled the corridor.

As Tobias stepped out of the keep into the streets of Hearthglen he heard the vivid complaints of disturbed birds flying across the night sky. Normally an odd sight, but for Tobias it meant something, something that he shared with the world in a faint whisper. "She's here."



Tugging on the gold trim of her hood, it would shroud her silver-gold locks and lengthy ears from standing out in the darkness with little effort. But there was nothing hiding the rich blue cloak itself from anyone who's gaze would find her, and certainly not the birds that took off from the tree she intended to climb. The elven ranger reached for the lowest branch of strength, and with a feminine grunt she pulled herself into the old Oak tree that frequently littered the near by barn roof with leaves and acorns. Narrowly avoiding getting her bow caught in the small opening to the barn loft, the elf managed to keep to the shadows. The slightest noise of her soft and tight leather armor creaking was enough to drive her mad, though her better judgement scolded her repeatedly. 'no one can hear you, not over the rustling of farm livestock.'

And so she waited. Seconds to minutes and minutes to nearly an hour till she heard the door of the barn start to open, catching on the packed dirt, the weather beaten wood rattling in protest as it was shoved open.

Tobias stepped into the darkened barn, holding up his lantern to fill the shadowed corners the best the mundane object could manage to, a sack tossed over his shoulder, covering up his finery and well cared for Hearthglen tabard. Tobias was very proud when he had made the guard that he idolized in his childhood, and wore the tabard to flaunt such achievement whenever he could, even when attending the barn.

The elf lowered her gaze, not wanting the soft arcane glow of her eyes to forfeit her location to the Paladin. Fluidly she reach behind her to draw her bow. Knocking and arrow and pulling back the bowstring. An exhale brushed pass her lips as the arrow let fly, narrowly missing the paladin and planting itself into the wall behind him.

Tobias looked over his shoulder in shock, noticing the arrow of Quel'dorei make. Setting the lantern down he drew his blade and prepared himself. "Who goes there? Show yourself"

Daringly, the elf would do as requested. Pouncing from the shadows she would knock the knight to the straw covered ground, straddling him as she pinned his sword arm to disarm him.

He moved against her quite easily, lips parting to call for assistance but he was so rudely interrupted by her laugh. The elf's hood had fallen back and there he would see the familiar face of his love, joyful with amusement. Relaxing into the ground at this vision, he took that moment to admire how stunning she looked this moment as his heart raced. Her pale skin was flawless as if the sun had blessed it with promise of keeping it unmarked. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, loose blonde curls bouncing with each lyrical laugh like each strand was nourished by the light itself, but it was her smile that had take his attention and to this day hadn't given it back. A smile that would make kings plead and beggars give, heathens pray and priests sin. "M'Lady Duskblaze, I apologize for taking arms against you, I expected a bandit!" He laughed along with her, a calloused hand raising to lift a few spun golden strands from her shoulder, toying with them between his fingers with admiration.

She brought a hand to cup his cheek, her fingers lingering over the rough stubble of his chin. He was nothing like any of the high elves her family had matched her with, for he was human. His flesh was darkened from working his family's farm and taking up the blade for his people. His hair thick and black as the raven, unable to be tamed to completion, though he did his best to shave his chin clean and tie his hair back to impress her, and she adored him for it. "I told you, you may call me Shannarah when we are in eachother's company, we are acquainted enough for it."

Tobias couldn't help but grin in a truly satisfied manner under her gentle touch as he gazed upon her. "Why did you wish to meet out here, and why did you take me by surprise? Even in this late hour, my family would have welcomed you with warmth, they adore you, Shannarah."

She looked away a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Yes, but what if I told you my family didn't know I came to see you?" Shannarah looked back at him with a grin, seeming not only proud of the fact but aware of the fire that could spread

"M'Lady!" Tobias looked at her with alarm. Taking her by her arms, he guided her to her feet, standing at a matched height with his lady. "Your father could have my head, and if anything happened to you."

"But nothing will, Toby." She interrupted him. "I am with you, surely you will protect me."

And there was that smile again. His arm twisted, any sense of pride that had made him a man, had made him a knight, had earned him his blade, died in that instant. "Very well 'narah. But you will be in your family's Hearthglen estate by morning, before they notice your absence, understood?"

"Perfectly." She beamed at him, letting the world wait for them that moment, leaning in to meet his lips with hers, ending their discussion for the rest of the night.

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Remnants of a Surrendered Legacy
The Story of Tiaera Cinderblood
Chapter 02


Any day the rooster would not rouse the farmers would have nearly every sensible man throwing salt over his shoulder to hope the depressing weather was only cosmetic. This was one of those days.

The sky itself was seething. Black clouds swelling and spreading, seeming to pulse as the heart of an unnatural tempest, tempting the inner child to reach out at touch them. Veins of light spread through the dense mass, crackling violently, yet speechless, forcing vitality into the relentless squall. The muscle tissue contracted, flexing to unleash a powerful thud against a well taught drum, thunder rippling through the air as easily as a discarded stone in a pond. It was a force that would be felt in the chests of every man who bore witness to the seductive and destructive potential the sky held. Chaos continued to fester, keeping the sun from showing itself for the day, and as the stars would try to burn it let go an ocean of rain in defense, threatening to drown all of Lordaeron as it's grand finale if they should even try to question it. And through it all, Tobias was in Mardenholde keep.

As Tobias Andrews stepped out to the keep wall, the sound of the rain hitting his helm deafened him, making him feel as if an army of termites where sacrificing themselves against the cold metal to burrow into his skull. Removing it without reluctance, he threw it to the weather beaten stone, the formed metal denting from such a careless act. No longer having a helm to protect him from the elements, the rain painted his raven hair too his skull in thick strands, making it impossible for him to keep it from his vision. After several failed attempts to remove the impairment from his vision, Tobias hunched over the stone work, closing his eyes. Even in defeat the rain pounded on him without mercy, streams tracing his brooding expression, trying to find entry under his skin to suffocate him and chill his very soul.

Alexander climbed the stairs of the wall's tower, his breath short and his armor pulling down on his bones with each step he took, but he took them anyway. Thin lips curled to a grin of victory as he finally finished his climb, keeping what triumphs he had, knowing soon he would have to brave that storm. His choice to shield his face to step out into the chaos was a poor one, causing Alexander to nearly trip over the recently discarded helm. Kneeling down with a grunt, the old knight would follow it with an eventual disappointed sigh. Such disrespect of ones gear would only cost the smithy wasted time in repair. Shaking his head and standing, the rain pounded on him with the same determination, as his strained gaze focused on Tobias. Taking a stride closer he set the wounded helmet down, raising his voice so he could be heard above the storm, making any effort to cheer up the lad it belonged to. "Terrible weather, at least your Lady has it in good fortune, it never rains in Quel'Thelas they say, the sun always shines on it."

The words stung deeper than any cold ever could. Tobias tensed in recoil from the blow only to relaxing in a slump as he exhaled a bitter chuckle. "I would hope the sun would shine for the damned elves." He said simply, looking to the man, his sapphire eyes digging deep into Alexander with the hate he felt for the world. "It's 'narah's wedding day."

Alexander looked at Tobias in knowing silence, but the weather refused to show such respect for the boy's plight.

Tobias's lips tightend as he looked away from Alexander. He was crying, but in this rain, his pride would be kept in tact, being allowed this justice. "To some pretentious effeminate Lord her father selected." He scoffed, mustering enough courage to look back to Alexander. "What are you doing up here anyway, haven't you retired yet?"

"Soon, and you have been off duty for six bells at least, Andrews." Alexander walked over to join Tobias, wanting to get a better look at the boy, his eye-sight being not near what it had used to be. "You kept it together well enough till now, you had me fooled." He said grimly, unsure how to comfort him.

"I only got her letter a few days ago, her father refused me such consideration. So she told me in his stead, without his knowledge." Tobias looked up to the sky, feeling kinship. "Every time we said goodbye, I always thought I'd see her again. The light had bestowed me with someone to strive to be a better person for and I was truly happy." He pulled off his gauntlets then, letting them fall to the stone unceremoniously so he could brush the soaking mess of hair from his face.

Alexander only stood as the boy he had watched grow up from infancy, trained with a blade to the best of his ability and stood proud when he chose to take up the light with unquestioned devotion stand before him, lost. Opening his mouth to say something, he found himself interrupted.

"Is this how the Light punishes a good man?" Tobias looked to Alexander with conviction then, demanding the answer from the man, even if he could not provide it. Infuriated further by Alexander's silent reaction, he shouted. "The Light is unforgiving and cruel if it allows such things to happen!"

"Your pain is no reason for such blasphemy, do not forsake the light over this!" Temper flared, his face went red from the boy's reckless words. As Alexander took another look at Tobias his expression softened. The young Paladin's hands were balled tightly at his side in angst, he was not angry at the light or at him, he was just growing up. With less interest in being defensive, Alexander moved to leave. "Go home to your mother Andrews, I bet she's worried sick."

As Tobias was left once again to his own devices, it wasn't long before he took the old knight's advice and walked home. He was a boy feeling a broken man, as Quel'Thelas would continue to steal away all he could consider light.

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Post by Lydea on Sat Jan 23, 2016 9:16 am



Remnants of a Surrendered Legacy
The Story of Tiaera Cinderblood
Chapter 03



His hair was slicked back neatly and well groomed to fall down his back like poured honey. Running her fingers through the long tresses, she admired how it allowed her to see his face from all angles she desired to. Reaching up she pressed her lips to his smooth cheek, smiling as she felt it dimple as his lips would curl to a proud grin. Her own cheeks tinted to a healthy glow as he gazed upon her, more masculine in manner than she had originally been lead on to believe when they were to first meet on their wedding day. She was promised one of the most handsome elves Quel'Thelas could offer, and her father had delivered. Her finger tips traced his jaw to accept his loving kiss, interrupting it eventually with the motion of her eyes as she gazed lower, his own following as they lounged across the mound of cushions. Watching as his strong hand moved across the blue velvet that covered the large bump that had become of her abdomen, admiring what would soon be his legacy, she could only smile with him. And with reason, she had everything. A handsome husband, riches, land and a title. But in truth, everything about him made her ill.

Taking his bride's hand gently, he pressed his lips to her knuckles. Rising slowly as to not disturb her, his gaze never left hers. "I hate to leave you my love, but if I do not go now, I shall not arrive at Silvermoon gate's till far later in the morrow."

She rose with his assistance, moving closer to him, her grip on his hand stiffened to portray false longing for the man she could not love. "Must you Therian? Surely you have representatives in your stead, and with a child on the way and my family's visit near."

Looking at her with regret, Therian took both of her hands in his. He took his time, leveling his gaze with hers longingly before he shook his head. "I wish it could be different, Shannarah. I shall be back in only a few Suns, please apologize for me, but I will be with you and your family soon enough, this I promise you."

'Too soon' She thought to herself, but she wouldn't let it show. Nodding and allowing him to kiss her one last time, she watched him depart her company, leaving her to her to preferred plans for the evening.



Since showing, her trips across the forests of Quel'Thelas under the guise of night had become a proving challenge. Instead of simply sneaking out, she had to provide excuse to take a Hawkstrider and insist, with repetition, that she would not require a guard. Shannarah couldn't help but smile contently as the Hawkstrider carried her through Eversong gracefully and silently. The brilliant blue feathers of the well bred creature blended beautifully with the blue and gold of her attire, befitting of Quel'Dorei nobility. The night was calm and still, but the forest would sing to her in likeness to it's name, but none of it bore significance to her as she saw a figure in the distance. Nearing the same spot she had ventured night after countless night, that figure became more familiar in closing and her heart lept from her chest in excitement. Coming to a stop, the well kept knight removed his gauntlets without hesitation, bringing strong hands to her waist to lift the elven lady down with ease. Shannarah's arms wrapped around him in a vice that instant before he would have chance to protest, her lips finding his with desperation and longing.

Tobais would only hold her in turn, every meeting as this a dream, but he did in fact protest to her loving embrace this once, pulling from her hold to drop to his knees. His hands came to clasp to her womb, his voice declaring new found maturity that had not been there the day he had thought her lost forever. "It's mine?" He asked, a sense of pride in his words. She had told him before, this was not news to him, but still every time she would say.

"Of course, Toby, this is your child."

With that girlish giggle of adoration was ecstasy to him, kissing her abdomen in joy as she spoke those words to him. "I thought these days would be lost to us 'narah, when you had sent word to me that you were to be wed and that I would never gaze upon you once more. I had feared that a future that was certain was so unjustly stolen from us by fate, but now, now fate is kind, fate is kind indeed to us 'narah." He laughed, kissing his future offspring once more before looking up to meet his lover's gaze, taking both her hands as he would vow "I will take you and our child away from this 'narah. The light has blessed us with this child." His mood darkend quickly as he saw Shannarah's sorrow filled expression. Standing just as quickly, he looked from her to enable him to speak to her bluntly. "When are you going to tell him the child is mine, before or after he sees the child bares likeness to his mother, the other half obviously human?" He swallowed a lump in his throat then, he was a man now, he wouldn't let himself get away with crying.

"It's not that easy Toby, he is excited for a child he believes to be the heir to his legacy. If I tell him poorly, he'll tell my father, and then..."

"And then what 'narah?" Tobias looked back to her then, the mention of her father making even the ocean of sapphire in his eyes blaze with rage. "He forbids you from seeing me, making us sneak around in the darkness of night, then forces you to marry someone you do not love without so much as a word spoken to me, What will your father do to test me now?"

She flinched at his outburst, a look of honest fear in her eyes. He had changed, he was no longer the innocent boy she met against her fathers will. He was the father of her child, and a man nearing his wits end. But as angry as he was, her worried gaze cooled Tobias' anger as easily as it had been sparked. Shannarah's trembling hand reached out for him then, clenching the fabric of his cloak daringly as she pulled herself close to him once more, desperate to feel his warm embrace again.

Resting his chin on her head he wrapped his arms around her protectively, relenting to give her what she had so desired. "Just tell me what to do 'narah, and I'll do it for you, anything for you."

Her mind wandered then. The possibilities that he had just presented her with were endless. True love and devotion, while living in luxury. All it would take, a smile or a pout, and if she had gotten two men under her whim so easily... She stopped herself then, pulling back to look into Tobias' eyes. "You will return in a week, and we will meet with my husband and father and tell them the news, and what comes of it, comes of it."

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Remnants of a Surrendered Legacy
The Story of Tiaera Cinderblood
Chapter 04



A handsome face of a knight stared back at Tobias as he looked into the small mirror his mother nagged him into bringing. The entire week had killed his appetite as his mother endlessly spoke of how thrilled she was to have a little one around again, even if it was illegitimate. She wanted him to look his best to bring home her new daughter, and for that she decided he would take her mirror and his father's straight razor, along with many other things that he had left in the barn in passing to save himself from being over-packed. He had to make room for Shannarah and what she needed to take with her, figuring that surely it couldn't all fit on a frail Hawkstrider. Tobias frowned as he felt the sandpaper texture of his jaw line, even after taking a razor to his chin the course black hair was impossible to ever get rid of, but still, he was handsome.

Freshly saddling his warhorse, after even she had gotten a bath, and re equipping her armor purely for presentation, he began the tedious and practiced task of donning his own. As he heart raced in nervousness as he readied himself, he became conscious of his breading to calm it. It seemed to him as if another week had passed before he managed to climb upon his horse and start off in his destined direction.



"Lord Duskblaze?"

The Elven Lord turned to the sound of his name from and unsure servant, his expression seeming to never have patience. The servant that had addressed him stepped back in shock from the accusing gaze, his presence alone seeming to offend the Lord. Un-amused by the silence, Lord Duskblaze ordered him. "Speak."

"My Lady Sunchaser requests your presence in the foyer." The elf was dutiful but uncertain if the merit would cost him his life then.

"If your Lady wishes, then I shall not keep my daughter waiting." His words were out of obligation and spite as he walked past the servant without any other regard. Lord Duskblaze walked with authority, his stride long and because of it; it offered him haste and imposed purpose. The servant spent some time frozen in place after the Lord's departure before realizing he had in fact survived, and it was a feeling that the Elven Lord left in many.

Seeing him walk into the room in such a mood, she spoke before he could do so in such distaste for her summon, knowing him well enough by now. "Father, it is good to see you."

He cleared his throat, keeping his stiff gaze. "Your reason for sending a servant to call upon me instead of coming to fetch me yourself?"

Even her Lord Husband who she stood aside would not back her, but only provide her reason as if she was inept. "My Lady hears that you will have a guest arriving soon, and decided it would be appropriate for you to be ready."

Her father's eyes shifted back to her with no warmth for his daughter. "You expect me to wait on a guest?" She wished there was an excuse for his behavior that she could share, but truth be told, ever since she could remember he was this unpleasant...and only in private. Her Lord Father wouldn't allow the world to know how he treated his family, and she would pity the fate of any who did share it. But still, she found solace in that fact that he wouldn't dare be too bold on her own property.

"I try to show as much warmth as I can for guests I welcome to my estate, it's the home of the Lady of such an esteemed house, and it should reflect such." She looked to her husband then for approval that she had easily found, and upon seeing such adoration, her father relented.

"Very well, they best not keep me long."



Riding up to the estate, Tobias made sure to keep his head high with pride, even if his stomach had already left him. Guards parted for the Paladin respectfully upon seeing him with the Hearthglen tabard and such formality, and bid him welcome upon recognizing him as a guest. Dismounting at the gates, Tobias walked the rest of the way, his nerves fading as he became drunk off the aroma the gardens provided as he walked his solo parade. Tension wouldn't return to him till the heavy doors opened to the large estate, and there beyond them stood the man who would judge him.

The air was pregnant as he walked forward, Lord Duskblaze's anger seething with each solid step the knight took on the marble floor. Tobias looked ahead of himself, avoiding Shannarah's gaze for fear of losing his composure, though how stoic he was kept concerned her. Coming to a halt before the three of them, Tobias brought an arm across his chest, nodding respectfully to the elven nobility. "My Lord Duskblaze, I hope the days treat you well."



Shannarah feared her father was about to explode, but fortunately the elven Lord was far more intelligent than that. Therian had not a clue who this human was and any anger towards the Paladin of Heathglen would seem misplaced. "We continue to thrive, weather unchanging, though I hear the winter has been hard on Hearthglen." Though he wouldn't stay his hand completely, managing a subtle stab and the plight humans of Lordaeron were forced to face at the end of every harvest.

Keeping himself surprisingly centered, Tobias smiled as if they were old friends reunited "Yes, I came to Quel'thelas to thaw." He looked to Shannarah then finally, and with patience.

And she returned the gaze. His hair was pulled from his face in a wave to his shoulders, no different than when he was younger, but now it grew from his face as well, neatly trimmed to frame him as you would a picture. What a man he had become, and how she loved him. Tobias and her father continued sharing formalities as she continued to gaze, their conversation lost to her. She admired how his armor seemed to gold from the sun's kiss, how his long cloak draped over one shoulder and how she wished she could be wrapped in it with him with no one else left in the world to judge them. To her quick dismay, reality came back to her as Tobias knelt in front of her, extending a gauntleted hand gallantly, her father furious.

"What is the meaning of this?" Lord Duskblaze shouted, his face red. Shannarah had missed more of the conversation than she had thought.

"M' lady." Tobias looked up at her with a confident smile as she placed a now trembling hand on his. The knight brought his lips to her knuckles to still it but she could only look to her Father and her Husband for reaction as to what had just unfolded.

But she could not find her husband, he had left for reasons that became quite clear to her with her father's next actions. Lord Duskblaze seized Shannarah's arm, needing her to suppress a small scream with a wince as she felt her arm bruising. "I shall cut the Abomination from your womb myself!"

Tobias rose at that, drawing steel at the Lord's threats towards the mother of his child. "Unhand her!" Tobias demanded, but to no acknowledgement. As the Lord pulled a dagger from his belt, Tobias swung to parry it. The result was undesired, the parry forcing the Lord sent a pulse of arcane from his person, knocking Tobias and even his own daughter back in defense.

" 'Narah, run!" Tobias shouted after the air returned to him from a rough landing. Shannarah brought a hand to her womb protectively as she struggled to stand, groaning as she heard Tobias' plea but she was to honor or defy it currently. Tobias wasted little time climbing to his feet with sword still in hand. Seeing his love unable to seek freedom, he threw his cloak to the ground and looked on to Lord Duskblaze with a glare. Teeth clenched, he charged back at the Elf, calling light to him for empowerment. Lord Duskblaze's hands erupted in a blue flame, and in the same instant they were hurled towards Tobias, only to be defected by shield surrounding his body as the Paladin fought defensively. This charade wouldn't last long however, as many a guard filed into the room at Lord Sunchaser's command, and on seeing this, Tobias begged his love once more. "Run!"



That was the last word she heard from him, as he was taken hold. Tobias grunted, trying desperately to rip free of the hold the guards had on him and in those few crucial seconds succeed a few times, but not well enough. He prayed then to the light that Shannarah had managed to escape, that the light had given him the strength to last long enough to allow her freedom, and that faith kept him a man. Tobias was on his knees when he felt the cold steel of Lord Duskblaze's dagger cut through his throat, but he didn't die then. He died slowly, choking on his own blood as he listened to child's grandfather speak casually with Therian over who would cover the costs of damages.

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Remnants of a Surrendered Legacy
The Story of Tiaera Cinderblood
Chapter 05



Alexander couldn't take his eyes off her cheek as tears continued to stain the pale skin. A woman crying had the power to make even the strongest man feel loss of control and hope in pursuit of quelling what pains her. With each look of despair, he wanted to hold Shannarah close, forcing his own frail body to be a barrier between her and the world that caused her such grief. In the same, the girl seemed so real to him then, each tear being shed making her less transparent. His hands ached as they rubbed her legs to return circulation and warmth to them from her travel as she continued to cry an ocean for the man he knew as a son.



The winter was not as she remembered from her last, this one unforgiving and cruel, leaving her dreaming of winters filled with frolicking, wonder, and more importantly, Tobias. The silence of the cold showed Shannarah no kindness, leaving her to thoughts of him and worries of what would come of their child. She was aimless, and it made her as unsettled as the little one siring in her womb.

A morning's ride off Hearthglen, Tobias' horse refused to continue for her, picking' it's grave in an icy bank aside the rode and deciding to slumber. She was unsure then if she would make it, but her choice to rid the horse of it's saddle blanket kept her warm enough to do so, spite the smell of horse and sweat Shannarah was sure she would never manage to free herself of.



"I sent word into town for a midwife, I would expect her to arrive by next morning." Alexander broke the silence with something he had hoped would comfort her, but to his dismay it did the opposite.

Her eyes teared futher from stress. "My father must have word spread to find me from Silvermoon to the City of Lordaeron, what if they follow the midwife here?" She brought her hands to her face, and hunched forward as much as her distended belly would allow, her golden curls flowing over her shoulders in a tangled mess.

Caving inwards in a painful twist from causing her only more to fret on, Alexander placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "The farmhand I sent with the request I doubt will be seen as the type to be harboring a Lady as yourself. Try not to worry with being found, our first concern must be the safety of your child. If we must leave soon after, then so be it."

Though she doubted that anyone could help her distress, the old man's refusal to let her find defeat gave her comfort. Shannarah slept that night, though rest for both of them was interrupted by her mournful screams provoked by all too real nightmares. Alexander was patient though through it all, and never once made her feel a burden to him, he owed Tobias that much. She had told him of what had happened one night when the courage finally came to her, and he knew then that he couldn't allow his sacrifice to hold no purpose. His child would have a chance.



Or Children. A month had passed, and Shannarah had smiled in Alexander's company, growing to understand the bond he must have had with her late love. The old man had lost his own wife to old age years ago, and spoke of her as though they had wed just yesterday. It made Shannarah wish that she had the chance to grow old with her own love, but in the same she quickly learned that regardless of it, not one could take Tobias from her completely. He made sure she was comfortable when the children decided to make their way into Azeroth, and did what he had promised their mother once they had.



The snow was still falling from the heavens as Alexander rode to the City of Lordaeron, a tightly wrapped bundle that he guarded with his life kept close to his chest, protected from the elements. The two sleeping babes huddled together as the midwife figured they had done in the womb as well, the only reason they had no clue Shannarah had been carrying twins. He took his time with the trip, stopping at inns and farm houses, being taken in by those who opened up their hearts and home to and old man and two infants fresh from their mother who was no where to be found.



Reaching his destination with relief that the children had survived the journey, Alexander knocked on the solid wooden door, beckoning for the matron to answer. The sign to The Realm's Treasure hung weathered and proud over the clouded milk-glass of the building's windows, managing to call a smile to the man's lips. It had been a while since he had been here.

"We're closed on Mondays" Alexander heard called through the door.
"I am sure you can make exceptions for family." Several locks unlatched before the door flung open at that suggestion A tall middle aged girl with hair of crimson looked up at Alexander with a smile. Wrinkles decorated her eyes to show a life of laughter and a few silver streaks cut through her vibrant locks were the only hint of her age.

"Father, you should have sent word that you were coming! Come in, it freezing outside." The woman led him through the door. Alexander nearly tripped over a soot covered boy that came up just shy of his hip ran past him, tending to the stoves and fire that warmed the building. "Oh! What have you there?" The woman reached for one of the girls, trying to take the infant into her arms only to get a shriek of dismay in response as both girls started to cry in perfect chorus.

"Careful, Maddison" He chided, urging her to take them both at once. Much to Maddison's surprise the crying halted in an instant once the girls were returned to eachother's company.

"How precious! Elven too, please don't tell me they're yours, father." She grinned at him, rocking the girls in her arms naturally as any woman may. But her joke returned no laughter from Alexander as she had hoped, frowning she lowered her voice so the boy who busied himself near by would not hear. "Where is their mother?"

"In Hearthglen, and I hope she is still safe." He looked at her with the weight he was burdened with. "This is their only hope for a future, Maddie" Alexande sat down with his daughter then and explained to her all he had known. About the boy he had seen grow up to become a man and the girl that he had loved with his entire life, the children Tobias and Shannarah had made out of devotion for eachother and the Sacrifice that was made. "I ask you to take them in and love them as you would have your own children, Maddie. I ask that you give them this chance."

Maddison nodded with relent to her father, she could not deny him this. "Sophia just gave birth, and Charlotte isn't far from it, I am sure they will be more than willing to sustain the girls along with their own children." The woman looked to the twins with sadness. They were so calm and pale now, if one didn't know better, they'd think them dead. "Do they have names?"

Alexander approached her, looking between the two infants silently for some time before he finally decided without doubt. "This one was named Vaeri, and this one Tiaera."

"How can you tell?" Maddison looked to her father, skeptical.

The old man sighed, his voice cracking with emotion. "As they were born, Vaeri followed Tiaera out her mother. Where Tiaera goes, Vaeri is close to follow. When they are separated, Vaeri cries for Tiaera." Alexander smiles, his heart touched in this realization.

"And Tiaera Answers"


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Remnants of a Surrendered Legacy
The Story of Tiaera Cinderblood
Chapter 06



Grey eyes opened as Alexander awoke from the last rest of his trip home. The old man had not slept on the trip there, fearing the fate of the girls he carried with him, taking his first night of rest at his daughter's business with relief. The road back had been rough on him, the cold melting to spring chilling his brittle bones before all else, making him need to rest and make fire, though he wished nothing more to return to Shannarah with the insurance of Tiaera and Vaeri's safety.

After packing up his small camp, Alexander crushed the long burnt-out coals of the fire under his foot, ensuring that no spark remained. As just a boy his father had scolded him over and over till it had become second nature to him to show the forests this curtsey. Then he had never concerned himself with the concept of time, now it was all he had thought about. How many days was it between his home and the city of Lordaeron, how long would it be till they found Shannarah, how long has she been there alone? She shook his head as he mounted his horse, pulling his cloak tight around him to fight off the chill in the last morning of travel. "I should be fishing, damnit." He reached out to pat the horse that was as stubborn as he was old. "

As he saw the roads becoming familiar and the blur of towers in the distance, he smiled in yearning for a warm fire and his chair, but this delight was short lived. The bright blue of the Highborn banners showed through the green of the trees and in that moment Alexander was sure his heart had stopped, diving deep into his stomach to hide. With a furrow of his brow, he pulled his horse to the side and dismounted, groaning as his limbs protested. Alexander drew his blade, keeping his cloak over the shine of the metal as he moved closer to his home, unable to mask his footfalls with silence.

Birds fled from the tree as the door to his home shut with a slam, an elven voice speaking in a commanding tone a few moments later as Alexander continue to walk closer to gain earn a better look. The whoosh of fire catching oil was unmistakable, as was the crackle of it devouring the wood structure hungrily. All of this was trivial to him as he concerned himself with the elven girl who had took to him for refuge, praying to the light that he would continue to not hear her screams, and in it, letting down his guard.

A sharp jab was felt at his back as he heard a single, heavily accented word. "Move." Demanded the Ranger, a hand coming to push on Alexander's shoulder, shoving the old man forward and into the clearing. The warmth of the burning building both comforted him and angered him, but it didn't anger him not nearly as much as he was about to be. As a tall robed elf approached him, Alexander was forced to his knees by that same ranger, enabling him to only look up at the elven lord in spite and hatred.

"Now now, we are technically guests in this mans....home." Lord Duskblaze chided as he looked back to the burning house with admiration and an oddly fitting grin. "With all things considered, we should be thanking him for taking such good care of my daughter when she was so distraught."

Alexander struggled to stand but the ranger's hold on his shoulder was persistent, intent on keeping his knees in the ground, causing him to call out in the rage that built inside him.

"It appears as though I was mistaken, the Human has a decent amount of fight in him whilst in his grave." Lord Duskblaze laughed darkly at the concept, and under obligation, those he had brought with him laughed as well.

"Where is she!" Alexander's voice gave demand for the answer more than request for it as he stared at the elf with disdain, spite his current situation.

"Returning to Quel'Thelas and to her husband's side. Thankfully she raised little protest in the matter." Pulling on a pair of ornate gloves to shield himself from the cold, Lord Duskblaze grinned at Alexander's reaction. Another ranger came to keep the retired knight's other side still as he thrashed to free himself to retaliate as his charity was mocked. "But there is still something that remains unresolved. You've done us a great service in covering up the birth, allowing us to unacknowledged it ever happened, so all we need from you now is the location of the children, and you can go."

Alexander spat on the ash covered ground in defiance, "I refuse" He showed the strength of his youth on his exterior, but he was not ignorant, he knew about what was going to happen and he would keep his soul pure for it.

"Well I figured you would be stubborn." The lord sighed with annoyance, waving his hand as he turned his back upon the man.

Alexander felt a boot on his back, "The Light is merciful and-" soon after that his cheek felt the ground, muffling the majority of his words. "The Light does not abandon it's champions nor will they taste death. I-" His eyes glistened with his groan, feeling the cold steel penetrate through his back, ensuring his death would not come as swiftly as he felt he had deserved, but even had blood gurgled in his throat he continued, his words a whisper. "pray that the girls find happiness and safety and that Shannarah is-" A boot came to his neck to muffle his the rest of his dying words, the rangers growing sick of hearing the old man suffer. As Alexander let out his last breath and shut his eyes he left peacefully, knowing he gave his long lived life for two that were just beginning.

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Remnants of a Surrendered Legacy
The Story of Tiaera Cinderblood
Chapter 07



The small ivory tile clicked flat against the wooden game board as dark brown eyes watched it mournfully, the body belonging to them wearing only his undergarments as the fair skinned elf across from him grinned at this development. "I believe I have won, Sir Knight." She chimed at the olive toned man. He seemed reluctant, but once again he found himself captured by her smile as he did each night and gladly stood up to remove his shorts, proudly displaying what his lineage bestowed on him.

Cheering erupted from several other girls in the dimly lit brothel, the smell of musk and lantern oil filling it with warmth and projecting gliding shadows across the over-draped walls that kept the bitter chill of fall from penetrating the barely clothed bodies. Many a patron appreciated the gesture.

The elf finished off her glass, amber liquid pouring past her lips as a smirk replaced that girlish grin. "If you keep up this habit, your wife will be none to pleased." She slipped into his lap boldly, the silks of her skirt now providing the man modesty as she crossed her legs.

"Which? Losing coin in tavern games, or trying to bed you?" He nipped at her neck, and in return she offered him a suspiciously genuine giggle. As she moved to her feet he kept a rough hand on her arm, his voice gruff "Where do you think you are going?"

"Not this evening, Sir Knight. I have other things to attend to." The red of his cheeks and the low tone of his voice suggested otherwise, as he pulled her forcefully closer, the jingle of bells, coins and beads adorning her garments called out in her disagreement.

"And you say that every eve I have selected you." His breath was warm and carried the strong smell of bourbon and onion, it made her sick but she wouldn't dare show it.

"Mistress Harlow has been clear with you, Sir Knight, I am not available to be 'selected'." She pulled away but not without resistance, though thankfully she wouldn't need to suffer his company much longer. The knight's grip on her arm relaxed as he knocked over a chair on his way towards the wall. A tall and well built man loomed over him, creating the so very familiar look of terror and fear for one's life in the Knight's eyes. The hulk of a man, who would have been attractive if not for his large stature and birthmark that sectioned his body like a map, threw the Knight out to the very much despised cold stone, where he could listen to the brothel's entertainment through yellowed glass windows and oak walls.

Tiaera hugged him thankfully with an amused laugh as the giant smiled at her, lifting her up as if she weighed nothing and placing her on the small stage so she could overlook all who huddled into the cozy establishment for a variety of comforts. She was taller than him now, and everyone immediately turned to look at her, begging a performance. She smiled excitedly and crouched down on the stage to offer a hand to her likeness who had excitedly rushed to the stage to join her.

Vaeri hugged her affectionately before they delivered what the small audience requested. Barefoot, they gallivanted across the stage, dancer's silks swaying as their jewelry chimed along with such a joyful song of their own making. It was natural to them, dancing and singing, and performing in general. The two of them loved to entertain, and even more so when they were together.

Such talent was discovered when they were children, entertaining other bastards who were left unwatched while their mothers continued to earn a living within the modest brothel. They told stories and put on plays with the other children for the unoccupied women. After such success they took to the streets of Lordearon's Capitol and prepared smaller acts and songs to earn extra pocket money for toys and sweets. But luck had other plans, and after such exposure they spent the rest of their childhood training with minstrels and learning etiquette, along with more shady tricks they could exploit their talents to carry out. And they were happy with life this way, drinking the attention they received.

Though as they came of age, it only became harder. The elven blood in them had set their beauty above all others, and they were quickly revered for it, and offered great sums of treasure for but a few hours with only one of them. Neither of them had ever had to face such, as the Mistress of the Brothel was always content to keep their innocence, but as soon as the last of Warren legacy died off, they were left with someone who did not show them the same warmth or virtue.

The Realm's Treasure was filled to the brim with applause as Vaeri hopped down from the stage, helping her sister to follow her. Tiaera and Vaeri's hands parted, but Vaeri snapped back to her sister with a loving peck on her cheek before skipping off to see why Mistress Harlow was beckoning her, leaving Tiaera on her own to fend off 'Adoring Fans.'

Sitting down to a filled glass and a new man to stare adoringly across at, she played the simple game once more, though she would never tell him she had a habit of moving the pieces as he stared at her assets or laughed generously at each witty remark, their conversation lost in the typical roar of voices around them. The distraction of this game kept each interaction short, but could have cost her sister greatly. Tiaera's eyes lingered to find Vaeri lost among the sweaty, fire warmed, bodies to catch her rushing upstairs, the feeling in her stomach telling her of the tears her sister shed though she couldn't have begun to try and hear it through all the noise. Politely excusing herself from the match she rushed after her sister loyally, ignoring the privacy of a closed door as she rushed into their bedroom with concern.

She had thrown herself on her bed, a pillow clutched desperately to her chest as she turned, looking at Tiaera in hysterics as she informed her without hesitation. "My maidenhood has been sold to some fat, rich man's son." She announced.

And that sick feeling caused her insides to feel more hollow. This is something they both had known would come, and had accepted it long ago, though Tiaera knew it wasn't why Vaeri was crying. Her heart gave to her as she swept to her sister's side, pulling her into an embrace as their lengths of raven hair shielded them from the world. Vaeri told her years ago that she had fallen in love and shared a bed with a squire to one of the King's royal guard, but she had not spoke a word to the Mistress.

As shrill laughs echoed from below them, and fake moans of unmatched pleasure surrounded them through the walls, though her sister's tears of fear were all she heard, and she was fast aware what she had to do. "Stay in here for the rest of the night, I'll tell her you're sick from too much drink. I am sure she'll understand." Her eyes refused to hide her lie as she shared a look with her sister, but they said nothing else, Tiaera only staying long enough to feel comfortable leaving her sister in distress.

As their door shut behind her, Tiaera rushed down stairs, only the tips of her toes touching the wooden planks in her decent. Her thumb came up to brush away some sympathized tears as she peered over the rail of the landing to look for him, and to her surprise she found him without effort. His ginger hair was well kept, and his attire looked as if it had never been worn. She nearly jumped as his eyes met hers, and shared with her a look of angst and smugness. Being noticed she hurried gracefully down the stairs, silks twisting around her legs to make her seem as though she floated and danced towards him. Keeping her eyes down, she curtsied, her hair tracing her body in dark curls as her words poured from her lyrically, and with the same ease that any would expect. "My Lord, my apologies to have kept you."

The young man looked to the Mistress who was at his side, providing complementary ale to his entourage, a sign if any that this night was easily afforded by his father. "Are you sure she hasn't been spoiled?" He said unceremoniously, and if Tiaera's patience was ever tried this evening, it was then.

"I have been careful to ensure that it is the case for my Lord." Harlow spoke with the humbleness of a boy who had not had enough pudding, her smile ever gleaming.

He looked over her as if he was appraising a goat for his herd, as she kept her posture and low gaze through it all, and it served her, she wasn't ready to put on a brave face just yet. "Very well, I assume my room is prepared." And Harlow assured him as they walked up the stairs, Tiaera following obediently and silently behind them, not a single word uttered from her till the door was closed, and the air stood still.

"My Lord is very Handsome." She spoke out of practice as he walked towards the bed. She followed him as his shadow, delicate fingers reaching up to remove the pins that held his heavy cloak, catching it before it fell and folding it neatly to put aside. As she turned to do just that she was stopped by a soft hand cupping her jaw, raising her gaze to his.

She tried desperately to hide her unease as he looked down at her, suppressing what she felt in the pit of her stomach, the urge to just run out that door and never return. She was taught to hide it, and so she did, but her eyes betrayed her and he exposed it quickly. "You're nervous."

"Yes, my Lord, it is as my Mistress says, I lack experience." Her voice was an under confident whisper she couldn't hide from him. Feeling vulnerable so in his presence, he seemed to only encourage it instead of quell it.

"Well, you are fortunate that I of all men will provide you with such." And she added confident to the list of his adjectives. Keeping possession of her cheek with his palm, he guided her to sit on the bed as she surrendered her hand to his other. "They do not lie about elven women, you are as delicate as I have come to expect, and twice as-." He paused for that moment, and she felt his eyes taking in every curve of her body. "Alluring."

"My Lord is very Generous." She responded in short.



Conversation did not last long as he grew tired of it, and decided instead to give weight to his pride as they shared the night between the bedsheets. Though he grew softer with her touch, slowing each time she cried in pain, gaining pace as she cried otherwise, and gazing into her blue eyes as he held her thin figure in his arms when the night drew to a close, surrendering to the sun's choice to bring in the day.

She had enchanted him with the effort it took to breath and with it brought absolute silence that only broke as Tiaera spoke in relaxed manner as they shared eachother's company. "I must admit to you, my Lord. I have deceived you."

He arched a fiery brow that matched the hair on his chest, damp from their passions. "How have you deceived me?"

She bit her lip as nerves that had long been forgotten decided to come back to her in that moment. "Vaeri is my sister, we share the same likeness, my Lord, and I took her place."

To her astonishment he smiled at her and brushed his fingers across her cheek to tuck a strand of hair behind her long ear. She never could figure out why so, or why his name followed his look of amusement.



"It's nice to have met you, Tiaera. If you wish it, you may call me Donnelly."

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Post by Lydea on Sat Jan 23, 2016 9:28 am



Remnants of a Surrendered Legacy
The Story of Tiaera Cinderblood
Chapter 08

Tiaera and Vaeri, my darling daughters, these words are yours and no one elses, and it's my only wish that you are able to read them with understanding. I hope you both are well and happy, as it has been a century since I had to give you both up for your own safety. Though the sun shines on each day, it is as if a cloud blocks it from brightening it. I wanted nothing more than to be there for you both, to see what beautiful ladies you would become, to see myself in both of you every day and to even not see it as I meet the individuals I brought into this world.

I know your father is smiling down on you both, light bless. His life was taken from him when he was so young, he never had the chance to know either of you, but he loved you both even then. You both deserve to be happy, and know the truth, and so this letters serves to share it as it is for both of your continued safety that I not ever meet both of you.

Your Grandfather killed your father in rage when he found out that we were very much in love, regardless of the loveless marriage he forced me into. He wouldn't accept the fact that a low birthed human fathered the children within me, and so your father protected both of you and myself from your grandfather's wrath.

Do not feel guilt or sorrow, only feel happiness and love. The love me and your father shared with eachother, and the love that created both of you. If either of you should return to Quel'thelas, do not seek your legacy, for your safety and to honor your father's sacrifice. Neither of you should dishonour yourselves by taking the name of your elven lineage, for it's one cast in blood.


Please take this to heart, I love you both dearly, and urge you to create you own destiny.



Shannarah went over those carefully penned words in her head as she walked down the carpeted hallways of her husband's estate. Guards either nodded to her or bowed with a flourish, depending on what their armor and age would allow. Normally she would smile in return, showing appreciation and love for those sworn to protect her, but tonight she was only exhausted by it. Her expression was cold and lost, and in return she received only confusion and silence. As she entered wings of the estate normally kept dark around this hour, she waved off those who offered to light it for her, thanking them politely, and seeing no need. There was nothing she wanted to see, and she was not worried of tripping over something the shadow hid. She walked this path many times, only to turn back with considerations. But not tonight.

As her hands pushed the doors open, a soft wind caressed her bare shoulders though otherwise the night was completely still. Stepping out the cold stone froze her bare feet, but she gave it no mind. Resting her hands on the rail she took in what of the view she could make out. Eversong still managed to hold it's majesty when the orange and pink hues were replaced with blue and purple of the night. Her eyes drifted to the many stars causing the inky sky seem moth eaten. A few tears slipped past the corner of her eyes as she memorized each detail of it.

Eventually courage found her as she lifted herself onto the railing with graceful balance. She was a ranger at heart still, even if she hadn't lifted a bow in longer than she could remember, her agility hadn't left her. She looked straight ahead as she filled her lungs with the cool night air, and forced herself to calm. Her eyes closed slowly and found acceptance as she fell forward, and let the ground kill her demons.


It was not long after that when her husband woke to an empty bed, the sounds of his guard rushing outside the door and a note where his wife should be resting.

Lord Sunchaser pinched the parchment between his fingers, his face a mask that was void of emotion in this moment.

To those who find this, know that I have lived the last century in despair, and chose to no longer remain in this home that is only a well decorated prison.

To my loving husband, I am truly sorry, I know the love you felt for me was genuine, but I could not return it. Perhaps if I was more patient I could have learned to love you, and I am sorry for not giving you this chance. The best gift you gave me was a son I could love however, and I thank you

To my father, I understand what you did was for the better of our family, but I will never forgive you. You are cruel and heartless, and knew not what was best for your own daughter.

To my son, I will be with you soon. I miss you dearly and I blame myself every day for what choices were made for you.

To Tobias, though I know you will not read this, you will always be in my heart. You are the air that fills my lungs and the sun that kisses my skin. I see you every night in my dreams, and ever day when I witness the beauty the world offers me. You are still my everything.

To the daughters I barely knew, may you live long so that my father continues to brood over it.

To who read this, you will no longer see me, do not pity me, I am leaving all this luxury and privilege behind with ease.

-Narah.



The parchment fell from his fingers as he looked to where he wished she was. Her golden curls pouring from the edge of the bed as she rested on her side, facing away from him. Her skin so pale that it almost glowed in the solace of the night. Her breathing soft and rhythmic, so much so that it'd easily calm him as he stayed there still, careful not to disturb her even the slightest. Several of their first nights he would lay awake and watch her, if for anything so he wouldn't miss how the sun lit her in the morning, and how she asked him if he slept well as she finally woke. "Yes, my love." He replied each time.

She was everything to him, and it made it harder stare at the empty spot beside him, knowing she'd never be there again. He had spent every moment of their marriage trying to make her happy, trying to shoulder her burden, but she wouldn't have it. It killed him everytime she looked at him with resentment and without love, for he loved her dearly. She was the mother of his son, though he had died only a few moments after an early birth. Therian knew that the reason for it were the injuries she had suffered when she was returned to him. He was just relieved to see her safe, but her father insisted, and so he beat her....and he knew that these beatings were the reason she couldn't conceive a child with success, he knew it.

Therian pressed his forward to her pillow, tears escaping his eyes to travel down his cheeks, his heart squeezing in his chest and stopping his breaths. He wept, even though he knew if each tear could fill the sunwell, it wouldn't bring her back. He never got a chance to save her, to stop her. Raising a hand finally, as courage reached him, he left the room and travelled through the well lit hallways. Many hands were forcefully placed on him to hault his purpose, but he was numb to it all.

It was a long walk around the estate from the front door, but he found her still. Looking up he noticed that the height couldn't have given her an immediate death, and it crippled him, though none would know it. His gaze drifted back to her broken body as he knelt beside her, his robes staining with fresh blood. He reached out to touch her eyelids, thanking the sun he didn't have to close them for her, and so he rested a hand on her cheek instead. "You left me alone, with nothing." He spoke with frustration, knowing she couldn't reply, apologize so sweetly as she had gotten accustomed to. He loved when she would apologize, her eyes brightened and she looked naive and innocent, as if the world had yet to harm her. Else wise she was hollow to him, a ghost long already past and wandering without aim or goal, refusing to let go of both everything and nothing.

His lips met her forehead with the most gentle of touches, fearing her to shatter into unfamiliar pieces if he should use more force. Therian fixed her hair, blood coated golden strands sticking to his fingers, upturning the sweet smell of soap and flowers mixed with the cringing taint of blood which caused his tears to return. "I will do this for you." he whispered to her, and it broke him as he left her side then.

Her father buried her the next day, as her husband was unseen. Therian Sunstriker quickly became a name of suspect, as he never returned. "He killed his wife and fled because she could not grant him a son." most said. Lord Duskblaze absorbed the rest of House Sunchaser into his own house and when any turned to argue that there was no compensation for such, Lord Duskblaze spoke with, contempt. "The cost was my cherished daughter's life, and Lord Sunchaser is too much a coward to return and contest it." No other disagreements followed.

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She brushed the damp red hair from his face, a look on contentment clear on her own. Donnelly looked down at her and spoke softly "I love you, Tiaera, more than anything in this world."

He had left her so he could train and become a soldier of the Capitol's watch a few years prior to this night, promising to visit every chance he could. Every day Tiaera would watch his patrol covertly in the battlements. She had memorized it as well as he had, so when he left his usual path she rushed back to the brothel with excitement, only to be met with disappointment and an angry matron. His route had been switched, and her hope false. Soon, each day became every other day instead, and once a week soon after. In time, she left to watch him only when she remembered to do so.

Their time together over the years, before he was forced to enlist, had left her feeling lucky and privileged to be selected exclusively by a Lord, but she suffered him all the same. Donnelly was the same as most highborn that would visit the brothel when they had first met. They would look over a woman like they were buying a cow, and spare no sense of feelings when deciding the whore was not good enough to be 'honored' with his company. Tiaera put up with him for a generous amount of time, but the moment she had first lost her temper with him was still clear in her mind.

“My Lord, I am not an object, nor am I blessed by the gods themselves to bed you for a coin. You shall grant me courtesy and treat me as a person or I will refuse you.” He had assumed she was playing coy until a knife appeared from under her dancing silks, the sharp of it daring to cut his Lordling flesh, though hey shared laughter later that night instead. Indulging each other with conversation, stories and company, instead of what his coin had bought. Several of their nights together, he did bed her, but just as many were as innocent as this.

None stood out in her mind clearer then the night she had dared him to swim naked as his name day in the lake the capitol city was shored on. He had done it under the condition that she join him as well, and she did without argument. In fact, she jumped in first. Little did Donnelly know, Tiaera had convinced her sister Vaeri to steal Donnelly's clothing. The sisters fled from the lake, laughing as Donnelly chased them clad in a lady's frock that he had pilfered from a close line.

His father was not thrilled by their friendship and nurtured romance. She was a whore after all, and he a Lord. She was good for one thing in his father's eyes, and being social with a Lord was not one of them. Donnelly continued to defy him , however. He intended and insisted that he would wed her, and though she begged him to consider a more logical option, he persisted. The day he had told his father his intentions, the man dismissed him from his family. Forced to enlist or starve.

Of course, that also meant he had no coin to pay the matron, which Tiaera knew even if Donnelly cared not. He would still arrive to try and fill her palm with coins, but she would deny him. Though on the night on which she caught refusing Donnelly's generous coin, the Matron had the giant beat her, which the giant refused only to reconsider when she threatened to sell him to a wandering freak show. She requested he try to keep to her torso so it wouldn't show, and he complied regretfully. This was just as much for her vanity as it was for his guilt, since she knew that the gentle man would not be able to weather seeing her bruises each evening. Her forgiveness over the punished was not enough to heal her, having to ask Vaeri take her place in denying Donnelly the next night, Tiaera far to bruised to leave her bed.

It was if an hour went by, Donnelly's words hanging bare. He would have to leave her the next morning, and suffer in longing once more, inconveniencing himself to return the earliest he could for, even for a few hours of her company. She felt herself looking forward to it as much as he did, which turned her stomach in knots each moment she looked into his eyes, her smile falling to a frown as she sat up.

What happened to the boy that she met. The one who matured to become such a pleasent and loving man? Tiaera looked at her hands then, they were no different than they were decades ago. In such a time, there would be wrinkles in skin stretched thin over each digit, but hers were ageless. Her brows crossed, as she regretfully brought her eyes back to the man waiting on her answer. She would live at least three of his life times, any children had would survive him easily before they even neared his height. Pain tensed in her throat as hot bile rose, only to be quickly suppressed.

“Donnelly.” She started, depending on the rest of the words to follow obediently, but they refused lazily and stayed behind. It was an oddity to have trouble speaking with him. She would share everything with him, even if it meant he'd need to comfort her as she wept . She reminded herself that she couldn't ask this of him, and felt sudden refusal to show him grief for what they had.

“I have been your whore.” Tiaera continued, breath no longer coming to fill her lungs with each carefully spoken word. She had practiced the lie in a mirror several times over, till she hardly had to think of it. All the preparation for nothing as she fumbled her words in her head as a newborn fawn over it's feet.

“Nothing more.” Breath returned to her then, though the confusion and pain in Donnelly's eyes brought her attention away from him, as she stood up from the bed.

“I'm sorry.” she said, swallowing a lump in her throat as she concentrated on the tears claiming home in her eyes, and keeping them from staining her cheeks. Still, she was doing well, and he was almost free of her, though she felt her chains tighten and tug her deeper. She was denying her chance for her and her sister to be free, trading it to spare inconvenience and prolonged pain in the short life of a human she cared for.

“I do not love you, Donnelly.”

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