Lady Sandrine of Snow's Hill as quite a force to be reckoned with when she
chose to be. At 28, she was still fairly young, and quite beautiful to look
at. Dark hair tumbled down in ringlets set carefully atop her head in a
silver hair ornament shaped as a swan. A swan, that would describe the
woman's appearance perfectly; she was the very picture of beauty and grace
in a gown of the finest blue velvet money could buy. Her dress was trimmed
with pearls and her pearl earbobs matched the ensemble; from head to toe
this woman's outfit screamed wealth. Nary a person could tell her for what
she really was- a serpent.
Half-sister to Delia of Eldorne, Sandrine was as dangerous as she was beautiful. She resembled her sister only slightly, they shared the same tiny upturned nose and soft mouth, a blessing of which she was thankful. It would make revenge so much easier if she wasn't recognized. King Jonathon and his precious Thayet would regret ruining her sister's life; she'd make sure of that. True, he did waive the death sentence, but by stripping her sister and her family of all of their titles and riches and throwing them to the streets, he forced her sister to do the only thing she knew to do. Delia had taken her life before she could be imprisoned; Sandrine knew she would have done the same.
King Jonathon had shamed her family and destroyed their name in Tortall, and Sandrine was livid. Nevermind the fact that she had married at fifteen and never spoke with her family after she'd left Eldorne. Most didn't even know that her family even had another daughter, before her sister's death, Monique of Eldorne never enjoyed banquets or social events... but she was no longer Monique of Eldorne, she was now Sandrine of Snow's Hill, a twenty- eight year old widow. That part of it was true, anyway.
A beautiful smile crossed Sandrine's face, a smile that didn't quite reach her cold blue eyes. In her hand was a yellowing piece of parchment wrinkled and ripped at the edges from frequent handling- her sister's suicide letter, and the key to her revenge.
AN: mmkay, I forgot a disclaimer in my last chapter, so ... I own none of it. Well, except Sandrine, but she's only a puppet to carry out the story. You'll see a bit of her, but not too much, as I try to stick to Canon as often as possible. Urm... sorry this chapter is so short; the letter will be the next chapter.
Half-sister to Delia of Eldorne, Sandrine was as dangerous as she was beautiful. She resembled her sister only slightly, they shared the same tiny upturned nose and soft mouth, a blessing of which she was thankful. It would make revenge so much easier if she wasn't recognized. King Jonathon and his precious Thayet would regret ruining her sister's life; she'd make sure of that. True, he did waive the death sentence, but by stripping her sister and her family of all of their titles and riches and throwing them to the streets, he forced her sister to do the only thing she knew to do. Delia had taken her life before she could be imprisoned; Sandrine knew she would have done the same.
King Jonathon had shamed her family and destroyed their name in Tortall, and Sandrine was livid. Nevermind the fact that she had married at fifteen and never spoke with her family after she'd left Eldorne. Most didn't even know that her family even had another daughter, before her sister's death, Monique of Eldorne never enjoyed banquets or social events... but she was no longer Monique of Eldorne, she was now Sandrine of Snow's Hill, a twenty- eight year old widow. That part of it was true, anyway.
A beautiful smile crossed Sandrine's face, a smile that didn't quite reach her cold blue eyes. In her hand was a yellowing piece of parchment wrinkled and ripped at the edges from frequent handling- her sister's suicide letter, and the key to her revenge.
AN: mmkay, I forgot a disclaimer in my last chapter, so ... I own none of it. Well, except Sandrine, but she's only a puppet to carry out the story. You'll see a bit of her, but not too much, as I try to stick to Canon as often as possible. Urm... sorry this chapter is so short; the letter will be the next chapter.