Bloodlust
By Kaitourei
"The Queen"
"Milady," the servant bowed low. "I have frightful news of the Schezar residence."
"Speak," Millerna said softly, vainly the queen tried to hide the worry in her voice. "What has happened?" From her seat on the Asturian thrown the Queen, Millerna Aston, looked down. Her brows furrowed in silent worry.
"Their manor has been severely burn, it seems both of the estate successors were also killed in the fire," the servant paused. "I'm so sorry my Queen but Celena and Allen Schezar are dead."
"No…!" Millerna breathed. "You jest!"
The servant lowered his eyes. "Forgive me my Queen but I only speak the truth. The Lady Celena was burned in her sleep, the body was found on the charred bed frame. Allen, to our dismay, was found on his bedroom floor. His ribcage shows severe damage; a puncture wound, no doubt. As for the missing maid - "
"Enough!" Millerna interrupted. "I have heard all I need to."
Rising from her thrown, she hurried toward the hallway. Behind her the servant fearfully asked her if she needed anything else, she ignore him. The queen ineffectively ran up the stairs, her large dress slowing her pace. Up the twisting staircases she ran, her eyes blinking back the tears that ran steadily down her face.
Once the queen was at her door she flung it open with all her strength, letting it bang on wall. Tears slowly had begun to cloud her vision as her grief clouded her judgment. Slipping from her royal clothing into a simple, yet elegant white dress she moved to her bureau.
From her bottom dresser drawer she pulled a small bungle of cloth. In one hand she clutched the bungle of cloth, but with the other she roughly made her way toward the window.
It was night.
The moon had lost a sliver, shrinking from its previous full state the night of the Schezar massacre. And in this moonlight the queen of Asturia slipped down the terrace, next to her bedroom window. She landed softly in the royal garden.
Millerna raced through the darkness, her bare feet patting softly on the paved path. Into the garden central she ran, her heart pounding like a warrior's drum. In the weak moonlight she spied the ivory bench that stood in the garden's absolute center.
"Please," she fell to her knees, her elbow resting on the bench. "Forgive me in my hast. With all the life you have given my Gods of Old, I only regret I have not given all I could back. Please except my end and all I have offered to this cruel world."
Slowly and methodically, she unrolled the bungle in her hand. The fine fabric, soft against her fingers, gave way to a small silver dagger. Clasping the dagger with her shaking hands, she raised it above her head. The blade was raised ready to strike her stomach, sending all her life from her… but I was not fated so.
A slow clapping sound began to ring through the garden. Millerna stopped, as the clapping neared. Each clap evenly spaced with the click of ridding boots on the paved walkway.
"There will be blood with the roses tonight, won't there be my Queen?"
Millerna knew that voice. The voice answered her questions about Allen's death. It was the voice of his murderer.
"Dilandau," Millerna spoke coolly, even though her body was trembling, the dagger still in her grasp.
"Yes," from the shadows of the garden Dilandau emerged. "You surprise me princess, I would have thought a widowed lover, as yourself, would attack her lover's executioner."
Millerna dropped her head. "I never liked violence, Dilandau. I always wanted to help people. I wanted to save people, but I could never save the one I love. Where is the light in that?"
The Zaibach officer cocked his head. Slowly, he walked over to the grieving Queen of Asturia. Methodically he tilted her head, their eyes met. Slowly a wicked smile ran across his lips.
"You are a brave one my Queen."
Millerna jerked out of his grasp. "Nay, Dilandau. I am a coward and a fool." She raised the dagger once again. "You're going after the others aren't you."
Dilandau nodded and slightly chuckled. "Maybe you'll see them in Hell."
He left; the sound of his ridding boots fading as the distance between them grew.
"Don't wait up, Dilandau" a small smile spread across the Queen's lips. With one final action she swung the dagger.
Dilandau Albatou wasn't there to see the Queens final breath. He had turned, leaving Millerna to her final judgment. A wisp of emotion passed over his face, though it was unrecognizable.
Suddenly he smiled; there would be blood on the roses tonight.
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Ha, tricked ya! Thought Dilandau would kill her didn't you?
Well, anyway thanks for the reviews!