There will always be darkness
Blinded by Shadow
There was nothing to do but wait. It seemed as though UV-6 was having some sort of power issue. Probably due to the massive storms they were having in the northern quadrants. Being in orbit around the planet was like circling the base of the tree where you have treed your prey. She was the hunter now, and he was the prey. He was the one who didn't know she was coming, the one who didn't see this far into the dark.
It made her very happy to know that she had him cornered and he didn't even know it. She was about to take from him everything he had, just like he had done to her. She was about to take him and turn him over to authorities that had hunted him for so long. Part of her felt a little guilty, but a part of her was elated that she was finally pulling one over on him. She was going to drop him off and never look back, just like he did. She knew he wouldn't care as much as she had when he walked away, but where she was leaving him was somewhere he didn't want to be, so he had to care, least a little. She was becoming more and more vindictive the longer she had to stay in orbit.
Two days. Two days of waiting in orbit, and the wait was killing her. When she finally received word from flight control, she was about ready to go out of her mind. She was pretty sure she was going to walk a hole right through the deck, from the back of her ship to the front. She practically leapt into the command and began piloting her way to the docking station. As soon as she was docked, she made a mad dash for the door. The three seconds it took for the airlock to depressurized, made her realize just how much like a fool she was acting. She took a moment, smoothed the front of her dress, took a deep breath and composed herself. When she opened the door, a blast of cool fresh air brushed against her face, and she instantly felt refreshed.
She never realized how far the alias of Madame Morgan had spread until this moment. Three men in what seemed to be, in her mind, rather feminine robes were rushing forward to meet her. The one who got to her first reached out both his hands to grasp hers, and he pulled her in close and kissed both her cheeks. He was a fat man, one who enjoyed a high level of luxury with no thought to the detriment to his figure. His skin was pale and his hands were clammy, and his eyes were just too small for the rest of him. He had rather outlandish hair and makeup as well, which was something Kyra had never seen before. Even with the outlandish places she had been, she'd never seen a man wearing so much lipstick. She did her best to not show how revolted she was.
"Madame Morgan! I am Vladmir Matari, and I am the governor of Isanne." The fat man said with a slight bow. "May I introduce to you my brothers? Kale and Dmitri."
"Governor Matari, I am Madame Angeline Morgan." Kyra bowed slightly, as she tried to dignify herself into the character that was Madame Morgan. She turned to bow slightly Kale and Dmitri. "Gentlemen, it is such a pleasure to meet you."
"Please Madame, the pleasure is all ours." The one she assumed was Kale extends his hand to take hers, and instead of pulling her close to kiss her he simply bowed and gently brushed his lips against the back of her hand.
Vladmir rudely brushed his brother aside, and began ushering her to have an awaiting hover car. He rattled on and on about what an honor it was for her to be in their small little city, and how humbled they were by her visit. When he turned to her and asked where her luggage was she almost didn't know how to answer. Because by luggage he didn't mean her trunks of clothes, he meant the men she usually had with her. The character of Madame Morgan was not one of the most reputable people in the quadrant. She didn't necessarily deal in slave trafficking but she didn't deal in beauty trafficking. It was difficult to explain but to put it less delicately, she always seemed to have two or three very beautiful, buff, sun-kissed men by her side, to do anything she wanted them to. Not that she ever happened do anything but her cover was definitely less reputable. But as Madame Morgan she was known to be able to any procure kind of beauty that you wanted. And when she showed up on your planet fun was sure to follow.
She had not expected this, and therefore she was ill-equipped to compensate for it. However this might work out in her favor, she had no way of getting too the more secluded areas of the planet, but if Madame Morgan wanted to see the beautiful ice caverns of the northwest quadrant no one would stop her. However they may wish to accompany her, a minor hiccup easily rectified. All she had to do was spend a day or two catering to the Matari Brothers wild imaginations of what she was capable of, and then she would simply say she needed to slip away for a day. It all seemed quite simple, and easy to execute. But things were about to go horribly wrong.
She forgot how much she missed taking a bath. It was one of the things you don't really remember while on a ship but considering the fact that she'd been on a ship for so long she should have notice how much she missed just being able to soak in hot water. Kyra was by no means a girly girl, however there are certain things every woman loves. Bubble baths are one of them. The Matari brothers had prepared for her, her own suite in the governor's mansion. It was at the center of the city upon a hill, and the views were breathtaking. When Vladmir had said that their city was small and humble he was lying. The city was huge. It almost seemed like a never ending, always fluctuating sea of silvers and blues. The snow seemed to fall everywhere but didn't accumulate and she wasn't quite sure how they accomplished that, but the effect was marvelous. It's like the sky was full of little bits of sparkling diamonds, and as the sparkling little flakes of diamonds fell the whole world beneath it turned into this beautiful shimmering masterpiece of human engineering. There were few cities that she had seen that compared to the beauty of this one. And the brothers expected her to experience all it had to offer. She had come up with an alibi for why she was there; she was searching for singular beauty. She didn't say exactly what kind of beauty was, whether it was a piece of art or boy or girl or a horse, she them guessing but said that when she saw it she would know. So they were quite anxious to show her everything that they thought was beautiful. Since she had arrived in the evening her itinerary did not begin until the next morning, so she took the opportunity to enjoy being on the land again.
As she wrapped herself in a robe and exited the giant bathroom, she was startled to see someone in the living room. She recognized him immediately is the youngest of the brothers, Dmitri. He was tall, lean, and handsome. His dark brown hair fell in waves to about his shoulders. At first glance he seemed completely unassuming, yet there was an element to him that seemed almost menacing, but it was just the beneath the surface. Kyra wasn't quite sure if it was his eyes or the way she smiles, but there was definitely something about him she could not trust. He was definitely one of those men who commanded a room as soon as he walked into it. He was probably someone who always got his way considering how handsome he was. And at this moment he seemed to want something from Kyra, and she was sure she wasn't going to like it.
"Madame Morgan," he said in a deep clear voice as he reached for her hand. "There are so many things a man, such as myself, would like to know about the things you do. However, seems inappropriate to ask."
"Mister Matari, I'm sure there is nothing you could ask that I would be ashamed to answer." She replied as she coyly looked up into his bright blue eyes, trying her best to hide her disgust behind what she hoped came off as shyness.
Apparently the way she looked at him had the desired affect and he slowly raised her hand to his lips. Yes she was sure she wasn't going to like this.
Words fall from sweetest lips
And to her heart the poison drips.
Words weave the shadows
Into things only she can fear.
She is blinded by shadow.