Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-28358106-20170331191924

She gives him a long look. "You speak honestly...so I will tell you..."

She takes a single step backwards, her sight still fixed on him. "When you sent mother away, she was ill with heartbreak. She took no interest in the life she returned to, though her father and those who loved her did what they could.  It was not enough, and she languished.  Within her, it was discovered that she carried a child, although in the King's delight at having a grandchild, she kept its origins a secret.  The child was to be me."

Astrid pauses, her face betraying no emotion. "Through means unknown, she had discovered your previous efforts to destroy the Maou, and the slaughter you brought upon the people of your realm. The knowledge of this secret that you kept from her was too much for her to bear.  In a deep palace of the Dwarves, she hurled herself, both of us, into a chasm, and there ended her misery."

"The Master of the Black Throne heard her lament, her private anguish, her hidden misery. He took from her a bargain, that he would raise her child as his own, that she would die in peace and not slay the innocent.  It was a bargain she took.  My soul was planted within the black womb of his most favored wife, and there I grew, and was born, and raised as his daughter.  Raised as the only one of my kind.  Lich, and Vampire, and the black blood of a Dragon Mother..."

She had looked away as she spoke, but she now turned back to him. "I am a Wraith. Fathers, in both planes, undead and beyond death.  Belonging to both and neither.  Though in her anguish, she loved you until her very end..."

Her eyes fix on him, judging. "What now, My Lord? Do you consider me yours, still?  Has my favor fallen?