Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161113193713

Deidre places a hand on her neck and feels the area Armata kissed, no bite wound. She looks to Armata who scans his kingdom from the window, the wards that had protected Armata's keep has vanished, now Armata was vulnerable to attack.

Deidre:"My lord you must be out of yer fuckin mind! I cant leave ya now, your enemies are all around you and that damned Hound is most certainly on his way here! No, I wont fuckin abandon you."

Armata:"This not a request, I'm ordering you to leave."

Deidre:"But my lord-"

Armata:"ENOUGH!" The vampire's voice booms in the throne room. "This is no place for you, your life belongs with your family and your home. I will not risk your safety now that my enemies encircle me... and I will not steal you away from your people."

Deidre's eyes start to well up with tears as realizes Armata is not going to budge on the matter.

Deidre:"But I want to be here, I want be at your side." She takes several steps forward.

Armata:"I know, but if you knew what I am, you wouldn't want to... Deidre, I so admire you. Your strength, loyalty to your cause, your honor... even that gutter mouth of yours has won me over." Armata kneels before Deidre and clasps her hands in his. "I have meet with countless women in my immortal life... and none has ever captured me like you have, you are truly one of a kind. Don't you ever think any less of yourself. But, that is why I must let you go. I cant bring myself to imprison you in my employ any longer."

Deidre is speechless at this display, her heart beating so fast she is afraid it will give out. Armata raises his hand and opens a portal in the room and gestures Deidre to use it. The Dwarven princess turns and looks at it, she recognizes the scenery in the rift, it is her home. She quickly turns back to Armata and hugs him tight.

Deidre:"I don't care what shite you hide from me. You are the only one who loves me as I am..."

Armata:"I promise you my dearest, I will not be the last."

The Vampire clutches Deidre tight for several moments, until a catapult volley strikes the keep. The rumble breaks Armata from his trance and puts him in an aggressive mood. His eyes glow with fury as his home and life crumble around him, at long last his deeds are being paid in full as the world turns against him. He lets go of Deidre and points to the portal. Reluctantly, the Dwarven princess turns to her freedom and leaves her love behind. The rift closes and Deidre finds herself on the outskirts of Hrungnir. She looks to the sky, tears stream down her face as she experiences both the joy of being home and the sorrow of lose.

Deidre:"That dumbass..."

Having freed Deidre, there were no distractions now. Armata walks to his throne and takes a seat. As he sits, the fire bowls on both sides of him light and rage in accordance to the Vampire's own will. His cloak draped over him. Finally, he grabs his goblet and fills it with blood from a container within arms reach, now he waits for all challengers.