Post by geraldine on Mar 8, 2010 1:57:58 GMT -5
Geraldine paced along the floors of the empty church running her finger delicately along the scar over her eye. It pissed her off more and more...
She wished for a moment that she was beautiful... that she was appealing to the eyes of the Gods and of those around her... And that ...that... that whore... had not said what she'd said... for now it would not leave her mind...
Her face reddened and she glanced around to make sure that no one was here for what seemed like the millionth time. She'd come back via a boat and changed into a darker colored robe so that no one would see how she'd been shamed. But the foulness had seeped into her mind.
She tried to think of something else. ANYTHING else. Anything but the idea that her lord, who'd told her he could see everything she saw... who'd granted her a great gift... Prefered...
Her hands shook with a strength she did not know she possessed as she pushed one of the many unlit candleabra's over and threw a book at the wall. Never... never before had she been so violated... never before had she felt so impure...
And worse yet... she had yet to have even an inkling of feeling of Alessa since they'd nearly been trapped in the Sanitarium. Her lord would not be pleased at all at this... but then he already knew. Perhaps that was why she was writhing like this in her mental agony...
It wasn't the idea of Lord Cain bedding that woman... it wasn't. It was her own failure. It had to be. She was not so impure.
That's it. That's what it is. That's what it has to be.
She felt her chest unwind a bit as she came to that personal conclusion. It wasn't any sort of rediculous female jealousy. It was regret at her own failure. Short and simple. The idea even caused her to smile.
"I will find the Lady Alessa... but I have no idea where else to look..." She whispered to herself. "...She isn't in the hospital... someone has moved her. Perhaps Dahlia still has someone loyal to her..."
She wished for a moment that she was beautiful... that she was appealing to the eyes of the Gods and of those around her... And that ...that... that whore... had not said what she'd said... for now it would not leave her mind...
Her face reddened and she glanced around to make sure that no one was here for what seemed like the millionth time. She'd come back via a boat and changed into a darker colored robe so that no one would see how she'd been shamed. But the foulness had seeped into her mind.
She tried to think of something else. ANYTHING else. Anything but the idea that her lord, who'd told her he could see everything she saw... who'd granted her a great gift... Prefered...
Her hands shook with a strength she did not know she possessed as she pushed one of the many unlit candleabra's over and threw a book at the wall. Never... never before had she been so violated... never before had she felt so impure...
And worse yet... she had yet to have even an inkling of feeling of Alessa since they'd nearly been trapped in the Sanitarium. Her lord would not be pleased at all at this... but then he already knew. Perhaps that was why she was writhing like this in her mental agony...
It wasn't the idea of Lord Cain bedding that woman... it wasn't. It was her own failure. It had to be. She was not so impure.
That's it. That's what it is. That's what it has to be.
She felt her chest unwind a bit as she came to that personal conclusion. It wasn't any sort of rediculous female jealousy. It was regret at her own failure. Short and simple. The idea even caused her to smile.
"I will find the Lady Alessa... but I have no idea where else to look..." She whispered to herself. "...She isn't in the hospital... someone has moved her. Perhaps Dahlia still has someone loyal to her..."