Gathering at the Gates (Open)

[Breton Fair'los]

Breton's face furrowed in frustration. Perhaps the toxin was being interfered with by the alcohol from the wine she had drank earlier. Either way, Breton was becoming furious and yet intrigued with every word that left that beautiful old bat's lips. Oh her crazed nature was exquisite to watch as she struggled for life. Even on the daisy, he could feel her fear seeping out as the ropes were tossed out into the crowd and brought in for the nobles. Everything was going perfectly and yet horribly at the same time. It was absolutely beautiful!
He had to contain himself, he could feel every inch of his body pulsing with excitement. His attention was all on the way Severine would look the moment the first rope was pulled, listening intently without saying a word at everyone's personal 'last words' as they began to realize what the ropes were made to do.

Breton's body jolted when the first rope was pulled and the spike made contact. Oh how the thrill of this made the regent more excited when he watched more spikes go through the now ex advisor. This entire time, he forced himself not to display any emotion as he watched, taking note of everything going on within the court room.

More so that Aveline had moved to stand close to her husband. His eyes fixed on the woman and her belly with pressed lips. Not even paying attention to Severine's final gurgled slurs as he analyzed Aveline for any problems that he could visibly see. The poor woman was just attacked after all. Though what he heard made him nearly choke in panic. A 'foosh' of something entering the court room made Breton's eyes go wide in fear. At first he quickly surveillance the room, unsure what was going on until his emerald gaze turned back to Aveline. A look of horror on the regents face as he saw the arrow sticking out of Aveline's dress.

The regent nearly had a stroke. Breton leaped from where he stood and scrambled his way over, even pushing lady Aria out of his way as he rushed over to Aveline's side. Winded and obviously panicked, Breton gripped at his hair and pulled at it when the Countess ripped the arrow from her arse. " NOOOOOOOoooooooo!!!!!!!!! " Breton screamed. 'no...No...NOOO, NOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!' Breton thought to himself while quickly grabbing hold of Aveline's rear and watched the arrow in horror in the woman's hands. This was a NIGHTMARE! However he dared not show he had lost his temperament.
 
Breton quickly realized he was standing in a pool of the woman's blood; The color in his skin draining from his features as he moved to actually stabilize her instead of just grope her rear end. " FOR THE LOVE OF THE ALLFATHER SOMEONE CLOSE THIS WOUND!!!" Breton shouted in a commanding tone, not realizing that there were already people on there way to address the wound. At this point Breton even looked over at Roland who was barking commands to the guards. A brow raised as he waved and gave commands. " Protect his majesty above all; take nobles and court members further inside and close the castle doors to the public. The trial is over.....FIND OUT WHO DID THIS!!!"  Breton yelled out, his head sharply turning to Roland as he looked at the guards holding him. He said nothing as he stared at the man for a moment, looking down at the blood down on his hands that had soaked through the dress.

" There is still an ordeal you will have to take to be considered innocent of your crimes; however, that can wait with what has conspired here today with your pregnant wife. You will be escorted with her further inside, there you will be allowed freedom, but I warn you not to leave the kingdom until your ordeal is over with.... For now Your wife needs to rest within the infirmary to be looked after to make sure there is no real harm done to her or the baby. " Breton spoke, obviously concerned and he let  go of Aveline once she was in further protection of the Royal Guard and those came to attend her wounds.

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Aria blinked as she was promptly shoved from tending to Ave. With such force that it knocked her on her ass…Aria blinked for a few moments; she was now sitting in a pool of butt blood…not only did she have blood on her face from splash back from Severine; but she also had it on her hands and now it was uncomfortably seeping into her clothes……Whelp this dress was ruined. Aria looked up at Breton whom was now grabbing Aves ass and screaming NOoo. What attachment did he have to Aves butt? Now he was shouting about protecting the king; really after he just literally shoved her into a pool of blood. Aria let out a large sigh as she stood up. Wiping her hands on her skirt.

”Excuse me” Aria hip bumped Breton to get him out of the way; placing her hand back over the wound. ”Ave I’m going to have to close this up; we’ll worry about treating infections later. If you lose much more blood it won’t be good for the baby.” Arias hands glowed an orange gold as the magic exited her hands and into the wound. Quickly knitting up the muscle and tissue; forcing the wound to close and stop bleeding. ”Once this is closed up she’ll be good to be taken to the infirmary” Aria stepped back; the other healers in the castle would take over from this point.

After Ave was taken into care Aria looked over towards Breton; one main question burning on her tongue. ”….Did you show this much emotion when the kings shoulder was hurt?” Seriously this was the most emotion she saw out of him yet.

[severine]

Severine couldn’t see.

The rising sun mingled with the tears that had blinded her, coloring her vision a pinkish, hellish red. She could, at least for the moment, feel. Not for much longer, though. The needles pierced through skin and bone like a needle running through silk. She would have been impressed at the efficiency, if it was not happening to her. The gods had left her her ears, to hear those who came forward over the gasps from the crowd assembled. Then, all at once, a multitude of stabs across her body. Between the pain and the needles digging deep into her flesh, she could feel her body go numb from her middle down.

No more pain. But the crowd could see blood spurt from her stomach as the needles withdrew. The brocade white dress was streaked with blood, curling in the previously unseen patterns down her body.

How could they?

How could they?

In that fading, bloody darkness, she could see that young king she’d met so long ago. Green and fragile, someone she could mold. And she had. She had too well. He’d outgrown her now. And by the gods as her witness, he would suffer without her.

Whatever good my soul is now.

I crave revenge.

I do not ask to live again.

I only offer myself as payment for my revenge.

To whichever of the almighty will take me, rend me in the afterlife as much as you choose.

But.

But-

Let Noku Noru suffer.

Let this kingdom see him for the coward that he is.

Rend his mind asunder with paranoia, give him fear beyond compare. Let him suffer.

Bring this kingdom to heel under his tyranny.

Let this kingdom live in burning hell it deserves.

I do not ask for a pestilence.

I only ask for suffering.

Then let him be forgotten.

Screaming filled her fading ears. Screaming from the castle. She no longer had the strength to look, but she could feel a smile cross her bloodied lips. Her last and truest prayer would not go unanswered.

Without her, Nova would fall.