Daine
"Veralidaine Sarrasri, Oh how beautiful the caged bird looks tonight" spoke a voice from behind her.
Daines blood turned to ice. In the months since her capture, her appearance had changed greatly. Her hair had been coloured and magically straightened, so now it was midnight black. Also she had got a lot skinnier.
She twirled around, in her long, form-fitting dress, hate forming in her eyes as she turned to face Ozorne. She could feel that he wanted to laugh at what she had become. Hell, she wanted to laugh at what she had become.
Daine stared at the man, who had been part of her nightmares for so long. The Ozorne had hardly changed; his hair was still braided, with gold intertwined in thick black hair showing off his wealth. His clothes; lush purple breeches and bronze jacket and a black shirt.
"How the mighty have fallen. I've noticed that you have become that I'd had predicted, a whore." He said in a voice sprinkled with an emotion that Daine didn't understand, the last word was spat into Daine's face, as if she wouldn't hear it otherwise.
Daine lifted her hand up, in an attempt to slap him, but Ozorne caught her wrist and held it painfully. Eyes glinting playfully,
"I could ask for you to be mine tonight" said Ozorne is a low threatening voice. Daine lowered her arm, and slowly shrank into herself like a tortoise.
Looking into his eyes, she knew he would do just that.
Numair
"I never knew you could…dance so well!" shrieked a slightly tipsy lady Adeovia. As the slowly, toppled into a chair on the side besides the dance floor.
"Well, I've always been a very dashing dancer. Now...my lady would you care for a walk outside in the cool moonlight?" the man smiled down at the woman, who looked at Numair like all her wishes had suddenly become true.
Giggling she fluttered her eyelids and agreed.
George
Across the room, George watched Numair and Lady Adeovia waltzed out of the ballroom onto the dark beyond, with a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach.
As much, as it overjoyed George to see Numair out of his tower, he couldn't help feeling that Numair was making a mistake. George knew that that by, canoodling with another woman, doesn't wipe away the remnants of the last. But he didn't think Numair knew that. Love leaves a stain, that no amount of cleaning or airing would remove it.
He remembered, the pain of all the arguments and the misinterpreted words that he and Alanna had shared, but they have survived. Daine had gone, but he knew from the way that Daine had looked at Numair even to the last day that she was at the castle that she still loved him. Maybe she had just been backed into a corner, that she felt she couldn't get out of, and like an animal, she attack and fled.
George smiles a sad smile. In his own invoiced way, he missed Daine too. He was becoming to see her like a sister, and no one likes to lose a relative. It was even more saddening, that in all the connections that George had, he couldn't even find a wisp of where Daine had evaporated too.
Daine
Still in the main room, surrounded with other people, she tried to struggle out of Ozorne grasp. The harder she tried to tug her wrist out of his hand, the tighter her held her and the closer he pushed her towards him. She was so close to him, that she could feel his breath panting across her cheek.
Being smaller then him, she had to look up into his face and submissively she stared into his dark eyes. Staring in enchantment her body stopped trying to pull away, even though her mind was screaming to run. Ice freezing her bodies' movement, she fell under his spell. His great power engulfing her encased wild magic, until she felt that she would do anything for her new master.