She woke in a blur, wrists and feet bound tightly behind her whipped back. All she could see was darkness, she could feel the creeping growth of swelling taking over her eyes and mouth. Where had she been taken? The Queen's body stirred as her thoughts came to greet her again, her mind fighting to regain consciousness. "Where am I?" She spoke just above a whisper, her voice dry from thirst. Alexandria reached to touch the mangled and protruding flesh of her cheek, but found she could not. The rattle of iron chains came to pulse weakly into her ears, clots of drying blood filling both of their canals. Her body was waking up and now the weight of torture began to wash over her like an acid. "What has come of me?" She thought as a new searing wave of pain rushed through her skull. Scent returned to her but as it did, she prayed that it would once more vanish. Death and decay loomed heavy in the cold and enslaving cellar, its thick and festering odor churning her stomach. The need to vomit came rushing up her throat but ended in nothing but dry and painful heaves.
Tears fell from beaten eyes, panic and anxiety curled in her chest causing her heart to skip. "Help me," she mumbled in a pathetic attempt. "Help me," she called again, this time forcing her tone from the very ends of her belly. "No one will hear your pleas for help. Not here." The voice was familiar to her, it was one she had heard every day, but as always memory failed her. "Who are you? Why do you look upon your ruler in distress and do not aid her?" "Because you are not my Queen, you are but a poisonous thorn in my side and have always been so." It was a woman, one of silken tone. Her clouded mind continued to race if only she could pinpoint who this was. "A thorn you say? I am a kind being. If I ever caused you trouble, all you needed to do was bring such to my attention. What in this world could I have done to deserve this?" The sound of steel bottom boots became present, and then the buzz of the carcass fly. "You were born, you courted a dragon who did not belong to you, you sit upon a throne that was destined to be mine, and you claim a soul that belongs to another."
"Do you mean my husband? King Calira?" The weight of a mace came crashing into her right thigh, its heated spikes leaving gaping holes in her flesh. "He is not your husband. He is mine. Speak such falsehood again and see your limbs slowly torn from your body." All she could do was weep, the pain from her wounds proved too great for her to handle. "Oh, how it calms my very soul to see you weep in bitter regret as I have, to see your body tortured and burned just as mine has been watching you claim that which belongs to me. You just would not leave well enough alone, you kept prying, kept spying on my every move and now your curiosity will claim your wretched miserable life. No one will miss you, but they will remember that their King and god became blessed with a wife of beauty and grace shortly after the death of the barren deformed Queen of Dread." It all made sense now. It was the Tyliquin whore Tonisa who had done this. It was she who now stalked around her, the very demon that now held the power to end her life.
"Release me. I am protected by the legions of Emerald Isle. My life is theirs to claim, not yours. Know that whatever spell you have placed upon me will not hold me your prisoner for long. My husband will come for me. He will save me from your betrayal." The Foreseer circled around her prisoner, the sight of the creature who had stolen all from her dangling as if a slave, tickled her being. Surely, she was senseless. Calira held no love for this weight forced upon him, Alexandria was simply a presence of necessity. "You are more foolish than I could have ever imagined. Do you think a mate who beats you, defiles, and degrades you would ever come to your aid? Hmm? Do you? Are you truly that stupid, or simply blinded by your false hope. I am the only woman he will ever love. The few times he has warmed your thighs and your bed, it is my face he sees. My name he calls for within his sleep, my hand he wishes to take in marriage and will do so quite soon. What loyalty would a King hold to a barren Queen, one that not only cost him decades of lost time, but one who could not produce a single heir to his throne? You poor unfortunate soul, has wonder never come to visit your mind? Have you never once asked yourself why he hates you despite your best efforts to please him? He never loved you and never will. He shall rejoice upon the day of your death. In fact, you have been nothing but a disposable tool for the great Ramsra Raye'Zore, as if the very commander of all Evernia would see the likes of you married to his only son. A simple black scaled dragoness of mutilated proportions sent off to live a life of luxury with a grand Frostfire, the purest of all sky born beings."
The sting of salt in her tears burned her face, could this be true? Had she been used, had she spent her life attempting to be granted love that would never exist? Memories of older times began to play before her eyes, the King, young and kind toward her, his hands caressing her body. Had he ever loved her, or had it always been this woman this Tyliquin and her charms, a demon birthed from the powers of the eldest betrayer? If nothing else, she wanted the closure to come from his lips, if in fact all her efforts were in vain then indeed she would embrace death.
"I wish words with his Majesty. If what you speak proves true then I beg you to take my life, for if my value as his life mate means nothing, I am the same, nothing. I may bare the curses of deformity, but I yet hold the blood of Drathell in my veins. What little of it remains and makes my worth surpass yours for I am a dragon, a creature of devotion. Your time will end just as Soria's came to end. You are born of infidelity and scorn and thus you are simply a fragment of the turmoil she left in her wake. No matter how hard you try to turn the thoughts of others, you will forever remain a worthless jaded shell of life. You may feel the affections of a highborn adulterer, but you will never feel the love of his people. So, if you must slay me in cold blood, do so for I return to the hands of my maker, while you add to your list of deeds your soul shall pay for."
Rage consumed her body, the heat of sadism warming her cheeks. She remained silent for some time, thinking, weighing her options, should she allow this disrespect to be answered with a reward as great as speaking with her mate? Her mind danced around so many concepts, slow torture until her body would give out to the stress, allowing her to linger while her wounds festered, or would she kill her swiftly? Tonisa could not decide what would give her more pleasure, to torture this usurper for as long as she had claimed her throne, or to mutilate her body and send individual pieces to her family members and allies. The choices were endless, the longing to reveal the truth, all too great. Before she took her life, she would bring her truly into the light. "Alas, you find your courage. Is it due to the fact you know your life draws to a close, or your blooming hatred for me, for all I have done to you and your hatchlings?"
Tonisa's words slipped through her ears with ease with the exception of the word hatchlings. The faint beat of the Queen's heart sped up palpitating rapidly. "My young...what did you do to them?!" Despite the sting she knew they would create, Alex allowed her tears to fall. "Oh, I cursed them, of course. Every single clutch you came to lay, I made sure they would die. Every hardship you have come to endure is because of me. It gives me great pleasure to know that you will die knowing I will give birth to his children. It shall be me he lives to wake up to every single sunrise. When our children come of age, they shall follow in my footsteps and degrade you even in death. They shall piss on your grave and curse your soul for delaying their proper births. You shall have no peace in whatever level of Drathell you may come to rest in. I will make sure of that," Tonisa came to laugh menacingly.
The witch began to break and dance upon the bones of the dead hatchlings. Her voice had become soft and sweet, singing a song only a lunatic could think of. "Round and round the clutch goes, where their bones lay only I know. Covered in blood and piss and stool, their mother a silly dragoness who came to rule. And now she hangs my prisoner, her crimes payable by death and torture. Her fate lies in the hands of the woman, who had the courage to betray her. So here I stand, and there she hangs, her eyes to lay upon her young's brains," the singing stopped and only then did Tonisa shine light into the darkness.390Please respect copyright.PENANAARitbWftni
She moved behind her captive slowly, eerily. All Alex could do was scream in terror. Below her sat over three hundred skeletons, all belonging to the young drake's she had lost. "My children! My husband's children! You will burn in the fires of Drathell, you whore! I will haunt you for this! For all eternity! I swear upon my...." The room fell completely silent. Only the sound of blood dropping upon stone was heard now. The Queen was dead, her throat slit open by the hands of her worst enemy. Tonisa moved under her suspended body, looked upward, stretched her arms out wide and spun. It was a bathing of blood, her release, her prize. She had come to succeed, she had overcome the might of Ramsra. "Tonight I dance, tomorrow I conquer."
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