Obsidian Monarchy

From the Darkness

Seraphina sat on her bed for an hour before making herself comfortable enough to start to drift off to sleep. It was unlikely that she would be able to make her escape tonight, so she planned her way out for the morning. If she was correct, her wedding was today. Now that she had more time to listen to the night noises, she found that it was just pass midnight.

Seraphina planned her escape but continued to get distracted over their conversation. It was simple, yes, it was also lined with unspoken intents. Adrian Hunt was a known vagrant, jumping into the pants of anyone that captured his fancy. His conviction that things would be different was borderline delusional.

The young woman knew that she would need her own strength to earn her rule, that was one of the most difficult tasks she had. Ultimately, she had no starting point on finding the books. She would likely need to focus on awaking the minimal spiritual power she gained just from inheriting the position. With any luck it would allow her to travel to where Jordan’s soul was existing.

Starting on step one, escape. The following steps would be organized later.

Her goal for the escape was simple, she would need to comply until she found an opening. That would likely be when they brought her down into the wash hall on the bottom floor of the house. They had six copper bath tubs lined up in a room where the staff bathe.

The Madam had her own wash room that they would definitely not use. That would cause the Madam to get dirty Elf dirt on her.

Seraphina knew that there was a back door in that room that lead to the kitchens, it was hidden as a false panel on the far side of the room. They would have to unchain her to get her down there, but she would likely have tracker cuffs replacing these ones.

However, what the magic users of the manor did not know, was about the woodland water. She would need to make a straight line to the fae forest then follow the stream to get to the right location for step two.

Seraphina was so engulfed in her thoughts that it took her far too long to notice a figure that was crouched on her window sill. The soft tap of the window swinging open jolted her to awareness. Looking over at the figure that balanced on the small landing, Seraphina tried to find any detail about the man that she knew. He looked to be her age, dark hair that was pulled back into a half updo and a short beard that matched the color of his wood toned hair.

The moonlight reflected off his face, when they made eye contact a small smile crossed his lips. He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out what looked to be a pendant. He held it out until it came into contact with the boundary of the room, there were dull orange sparks as he slowly opened up a hole big enough for him to enter her room.

Before she screamed, the hum of the spirits filled the room and carried a soothing tone. Seraphina was lacking in so much magical skill that they likely were needing to communicate in a rudimentary way. Sensations. The feeling she had from the hum was communicating one thing. He was not there to hurt her. He trotted up silently and held his finger to his lips. He wore black clothes and carried a small bag with him that he now set on the bed.

Seraphina made a calculated risk and chose to stay silent, curious as to why this man intended to break her out and what his ultimate goal was. With hyper focused intent, she watched his next moves as he cautiously made each movement, she gathered it was to show he was intending no harm.

The man was completely silent, the fabric he wore even made no sound. Watching him dance across the room, taking careful steps to ensure that she was not threatened, she grew curious.

The darkness of night made it impossible to truly see this man but it was enough to know that he was young, and skilled.

When he settled at the edge of her bed, he pulled out a small pouch out of his breast pocket. In the pouch held the signa of her home in the fae forest, the only way to obtain this was to either do a great service to the shires or to be a horary guest of the shire.

Her home village was the last shire, the name that the fae called their communities, on the border of the forest. Due to that, the fae there were more suspicious of other races and did not hand out those signa’s lightly. The signa also had a unique magical property to them, if the small wooden piece was not presented to the holder by a member of high blood fae willingly, the signa would burn to ash.

Looking up at him, she nodded and waved him to do what he came to. Without a shadow of a doubt, this man was a friend to her people, and likely was sent here by them to break her out.

The man used the same pendent and held it to the cuff closest to him. After a few moments and the same orange sparks, the cuff fell from her wrist. Holding out his hand, he motioned for her to hold her other wrist in the air. He then took off the other cuff and gently put it on the bed to avoid any unwanted noise.

Next, he opened the pack and dropped some clothes and shoes on the bed, they were clearly meant for her so she grabbed them and slid to the other side of the bed. Before she undressed, she glanced behind her and saw that he now faced the wall. She quickly adorned the black, and soft clothes.

She tapped on the bed when she was finished dressing. Seraphina, though nervous regarding escaping with a man she didn’t know, trusted that he had a plan to get out and return her back to the shire.