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kc_obrien"This can only end in blood!"
The assembly broke into a murmur of discussion. Lord Tybalt's words were not out of bounds; it was clear that if the worst fears of his daughter's disappearance were true that the uneasy tension between the courts may soon come to war. It was another thing all together to have one of the most powerful of the Dawning Court bring it up in assembly.
"My Lord Tybalt," King Aaron called from his throne, his voice quieting the assembly, "you know that all the court prays for your Grace's location to be found."
"Spare me your prayers, Your Majesty," Tybalt bit back, interrupting the king, his military-style boots ringing off the floor, "It has been two days, Majesty. Two days and none of our most powerful magicks have found her. Even were she-" he shuddered, locking the thought of it away, someplace deep in his heart where he hoped it would not haunt him, "there would be a trace. There would be something."
The assembly, and the king for that matter, were struck silent. Interrupting the king simply wasn't done. Whether they agreed with his words or not, they all gaped at the rash lord. The silence was deafening.
Finally, Aaron broke it, "Tybalt," he called back, his voice filled with empathy, "what you suggest-"
"Is that the march has been stolen on us, Your Majesty. The first shot has been fired. To hide her from us would take the most powerful of magick. The power of the Midnight Court."
The assembly broke into a raucous cacophony. The more hawkish of King Aaron's supporters cried for blood and war. More temperately minded voices shouted them down for being impulsive. Still others spoke of the grief of Tybalt at his daughter's loss and that he was mad of it.
"Enough!" It was Alexis' voice that resonated through the hall, the princess rising from the smaller throne that sat below the king's. "A mortal with knowledge of our nature could easily block the same traces with but a trick. We will find your daughter." She paused, looking out into the assembly, "And we will prepare for any eventuality."
"Your Highness-" Tybalt started to retort before she froze him with her eyes, stepping down to the assembly floor, standing before him.
"Grace is like a sister to me and twice as close." Her voice was soft but carried an icy edge. "I swear to you, whatever we may find, I will do what is necessary to bring her back."
"And, Your Highness," Tybalt twitched softly, the thought returning to him, "if they've destroyed her?"
A cruel smile twisted her countenance, "Then I will not stop until I bathe in the blood of those who took her from you. This too I swear."
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Today's '30 Days of Fic' task was to write a scene using the prompt "shots fired."
Click Here for rundown of tasks that are part of the "30 Days of Fic" challenge, including a link to all completed works!
The assembly broke into a murmur of discussion. Lord Tybalt's words were not out of bounds; it was clear that if the worst fears of his daughter's disappearance were true that the uneasy tension between the courts may soon come to war. It was another thing all together to have one of the most powerful of the Dawning Court bring it up in assembly.
"My Lord Tybalt," King Aaron called from his throne, his voice quieting the assembly, "you know that all the court prays for your Grace's location to be found."
"Spare me your prayers, Your Majesty," Tybalt bit back, interrupting the king, his military-style boots ringing off the floor, "It has been two days, Majesty. Two days and none of our most powerful magicks have found her. Even were she-" he shuddered, locking the thought of it away, someplace deep in his heart where he hoped it would not haunt him, "there would be a trace. There would be something."
The assembly, and the king for that matter, were struck silent. Interrupting the king simply wasn't done. Whether they agreed with his words or not, they all gaped at the rash lord. The silence was deafening.
Finally, Aaron broke it, "Tybalt," he called back, his voice filled with empathy, "what you suggest-"
"Is that the march has been stolen on us, Your Majesty. The first shot has been fired. To hide her from us would take the most powerful of magick. The power of the Midnight Court."
The assembly broke into a raucous cacophony. The more hawkish of King Aaron's supporters cried for blood and war. More temperately minded voices shouted them down for being impulsive. Still others spoke of the grief of Tybalt at his daughter's loss and that he was mad of it.
"Enough!" It was Alexis' voice that resonated through the hall, the princess rising from the smaller throne that sat below the king's. "A mortal with knowledge of our nature could easily block the same traces with but a trick. We will find your daughter." She paused, looking out into the assembly, "And we will prepare for any eventuality."
"Your Highness-" Tybalt started to retort before she froze him with her eyes, stepping down to the assembly floor, standing before him.
"Grace is like a sister to me and twice as close." Her voice was soft but carried an icy edge. "I swear to you, whatever we may find, I will do what is necessary to bring her back."
"And, Your Highness," Tybalt twitched softly, the thought returning to him, "if they've destroyed her?"
A cruel smile twisted her countenance, "Then I will not stop until I bathe in the blood of those who took her from you. This too I swear."
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Today's '30 Days of Fic' task was to write a scene using the prompt "shots fired."
Click Here for rundown of tasks that are part of the "30 Days of Fic" challenge, including a link to all completed works!
