It was the day of Jon's crowning, and the day for Roger's final triumph. With just the slightest focus of his power, he cast the awakened the first of the many spells he had spent weeks building. Now everything would go the way he wanted it and everything he wanted would come to him. Both the throne and the woman he desired. All he hoped was that Delia and Alex didn't fuck up what they needed to accomplish.
*
Alanna staggered into the crypt, her eyes looking for Roger. She had slain Alex and knowed Delia uncoscious. With the injuries she had gained fighting Alex, however, she was forced to lean onto Lighting, dramtically redusing her ability to move. She brought her head up and meet Roger's eyes.
The sorcerous duke had a cold, pleased smile on his face.
*
"Hello little Lioness," he purred. At his feet lay a spell, one that Alanna thought was capable of summoning demons.
"You won't win Roger," she snarled. "We'll stop you, just like we did last time!"
A cold laugh filled the dank air of the crypt, causing the hair on the back of Alanna's neck to stand up on end.
"So foolish little girl. I have already won! Can't you feel the shift in your twin's magic? I have all of his Gift as well as my own. My cousin will be consumed by the power of the Dominion Jewel, and the throne will be mine. You are too badly injured to stop me anymore," Roger taunted.
Unfortuantely, Alanna knew Roger was correct. She was too injured to fight him. Alex had managed to cut a large muscle in her calf, making it almost impossible for her to walk. All of her Gift was focusing on keeping her alive, preventing her from bleeding out.
So focused on trying to figure out what to do, Alanna missed Roger's Gift drawing her closer to the spell marked into the floor until it was too late. She was directly on top the spell, her blood dripping onto it.
He sliced his hand, spilling his own blood onto the spell, activating it.
"So mote it be," he intoned, a brilliant flash of light filling the air.
That was the last thing Alanna saw, before her vision was blanketed in darkness.
*
With a groan, Alanna awoke. She blinked in confusion as the soft rays of the sun poured into the room she lay in. Alanna lay upon a soft, silky bed, hardly the awakening she expected.
"What happened," she murmured to herself, confused.
"You lost," said the last voice she wanted to hear.
"Roger," she snarled. She tried to bring her Gift up, tried to cast a spell to catch him, kill him. Nothing happened. Her violet eyes widened in horror. He had somehow bound her Gift.
"Now, now little Lioness, would you really think I would let your magic run free? Free to attack your new husband?" Roger asked her coldly. He stepped in front of the bed she lay on.
"Husband?!"
"Yes, husband. Curious how similar demon summoning spells appear to old, magical marriage cerimonies," mocked Roger. "Once we both bled upon it and I intoned the spell, you were bound to me as my wife, subserviant to my will."
"I will murder you," snarled Alanna, sounding much like a real lioness.
"No, you won't. I am now King of Tortall, and you are now my queen. There is nothing you can do any longer my Lioness. My cousin is dead, your thief is dead,as well as your twice damned Shang Dragon. There is no one left to help you, you are now only mine."
A sickening sense of dread filled Alanna as he laughed, the deep bass sound filling the room. She would never escape him, she was forever trapped to him.