love..”
“Do not apologise,” she told him. “She’ll make you a thousand times happier than I ever could.”
“Don’t say that. Don’t sell yourself short. You know I loved you, and you know we were happy..”
“Show me to my cell please, Jon,” she rushed to say, exhausted both mentally and physically. “Just show me to my hole so I can rest from all this running.”
“We don’t imprison fellow Draugrs in holes, here at Chesapeake Manor,” he surprised her by informing her. In her childhood home, cells of dug up holes with heavy iron grating for lids were used to imprison Draugr’s. The strong sun’s rays in the day would weaken them greatly, as they’d have no shade to hide under.
“How very sympathetic of your coven!” She said in a retort. The last thing she wanted was to keep this fight between them going, but she had no idea how to stop it.
“Follow with me,” is all he said, stepping forward, and she had no choice but to follow after him, up the stairs leading up to the raised entrance.
“Malik, Raven, Quinnon, meet Anja of Nordskov,” Jon says, sweeping past their curious faces and pushing in through the doors. “She’ll be under house arrest for a few months, before the next convening of the council,” he went on to say, walking on ahead too fast to leave her enough time to look around.
That meant he was angry. Good! She thought to herself.
“She can take up the room next to mine,” she that had been pointed out as Raven now said. “Between Xiu and I, we’ll keep good watch over her.”
“Sounds great!” Jon went on to say, not regarding her in anyway.
Past a flight of stairs, along a very long corridor, and past another flight of stairs, she found herself following after her gaolers along yet another corridor, more brightly lit this time. They came to a door and the woman that had spoken up earlier took out a large set of heavy keys, found one and turned it in the keyhole. She must be the one in charge of managing the home.
“You’ll be safe here,” is all Jon told her when she stepped in, before they all turned around and stepped out, locking the door behind her.
That was all three and a half months ago, and she hadn’t been let out since. Her room and the adjacent bathroom were the only places she was acquainted with in the house. Every morning a breakfast tray was delivered, and every evening a dinner tray was delivered, a long glass of sustenance blood accompanying it.
She’s tried fruitlessly to break out through the large windows, but the grills outside it held on strong. Each time she managed to weaken them just enough, they were repaired yet again, and in that period her ration of blood was halved so as to weaken her.
Often Jon visited her, and at times Kjeld too. Jon talked to her incessantly, never giving up on attempting to coerce a word out of her, while Kjeld just leaned back against the wall and watched her, rarely uttering a word.
The days crawled by slowly, and she counted them by scratching marks on the four stone walls around her.
This time when Kjeld came to see her, he chose to speak, though she never turned his way or appeared to be listening.
“The council is finally to convene here for a whole week, starting the day after tomorrow. Xiu and Raven will be by to help you choose the right outfits and help you prepare for your hearing.”
“Please, just let me go.”
“I can’t. I’m sorry.”
VII
“This one says I’m guilty, but I’d do anything to make up for it..”
“In what country..”
“What’s your problem?”
“She needs proper attire, demure, reserved..”
“Well that’s easy! All her clothes are demure and reserved!” Raven argued. On Anja’s first night here, Kjeld and Jon had brought up all her belongings that couldn’t be used as weapons from her small apartment in the inner city. If she were to guess, she’d say they’d also cancelled her lease, knowing how the two liked to do things all proper
“Do not apologise,” she told him. “She’ll make you a thousand times happier than I ever could.”
“Don’t say that. Don’t sell yourself short. You know I loved you, and you know we were happy..”
“Show me to my cell please, Jon,” she rushed to say, exhausted both mentally and physically. “Just show me to my hole so I can rest from all this running.”
“We don’t imprison fellow Draugrs in holes, here at Chesapeake Manor,” he surprised her by informing her. In her childhood home, cells of dug up holes with heavy iron grating for lids were used to imprison Draugr’s. The strong sun’s rays in the day would weaken them greatly, as they’d have no shade to hide under.
“How very sympathetic of your coven!” She said in a retort. The last thing she wanted was to keep this fight between them going, but she had no idea how to stop it.
“Follow with me,” is all he said, stepping forward, and she had no choice but to follow after him, up the stairs leading up to the raised entrance.
“Malik, Raven, Quinnon, meet Anja of Nordskov,” Jon says, sweeping past their curious faces and pushing in through the doors. “She’ll be under house arrest for a few months, before the next convening of the council,” he went on to say, walking on ahead too fast to leave her enough time to look around.
That meant he was angry. Good! She thought to herself.
“She can take up the room next to mine,” she that had been pointed out as Raven now said. “Between Xiu and I, we’ll keep good watch over her.”
“Sounds great!” Jon went on to say, not regarding her in anyway.
Past a flight of stairs, along a very long corridor, and past another flight of stairs, she found herself following after her gaolers along yet another corridor, more brightly lit this time. They came to a door and the woman that had spoken up earlier took out a large set of heavy keys, found one and turned it in the keyhole. She must be the one in charge of managing the home.
“You’ll be safe here,” is all Jon told her when she stepped in, before they all turned around and stepped out, locking the door behind her.
That was all three and a half months ago, and she hadn’t been let out since. Her room and the adjacent bathroom were the only places she was acquainted with in the house. Every morning a breakfast tray was delivered, and every evening a dinner tray was delivered, a long glass of sustenance blood accompanying it.
She’s tried fruitlessly to break out through the large windows, but the grills outside it held on strong. Each time she managed to weaken them just enough, they were repaired yet again, and in that period her ration of blood was halved so as to weaken her.
Often Jon visited her, and at times Kjeld too. Jon talked to her incessantly, never giving up on attempting to coerce a word out of her, while Kjeld just leaned back against the wall and watched her, rarely uttering a word.
The days crawled by slowly, and she counted them by scratching marks on the four stone walls around her.
This time when Kjeld came to see her, he chose to speak, though she never turned his way or appeared to be listening.
“The council is finally to convene here for a whole week, starting the day after tomorrow. Xiu and Raven will be by to help you choose the right outfits and help you prepare for your hearing.”
“Please, just let me go.”
“I can’t. I’m sorry.”
VII
“This one says I’m guilty, but I’d do anything to make up for it..”
“In what country..”
“What’s your problem?”
“She needs proper attire, demure, reserved..”
“Well that’s easy! All her clothes are demure and reserved!” Raven argued. On Anja’s first night here, Kjeld and Jon had brought up all her belongings that couldn’t be used as weapons from her small apartment in the inner city. If she were to guess, she’d say they’d also cancelled her lease, knowing how the two liked to do things all proper
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