Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160728192206

'"So be it.  But know this: her magic is as withered as your Holy blessings. No magic nor miracle blooms within my presence. Go now forth, Avenger of Lescatie." '

And Praetor finds himself whole within the room.

Druella leans in to the knight and slowly takes off his blindfold. "Now, now...look upon you mistr - "

She sees the knight looking past her. She spins around.

Several emotions pass her face instantly. They are replaced by sheer rage.

"YOU...!  How...how did you..."

She leaps up, her wings spreading. "INSOLENCE!  You dare violate my chambers??  MY CHAMBERS?!  My mother may fear you, but I DO NOT!  You will BOW to my..."

And her extended hands do nothing.

Praetor can hear the pounding of his own heartbeat as she looks at her hands, devestated confusion on her face. She looks up to Praetor. Defiance, mixed with terror...

She grabs a blade from the altar and flies at him...