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Chapter 7
"And you can assure me that this is all that I will need; that this will work?"
Green eyes appraise the woman before her sharply, before flickering back to scan the wrinkled piece of parchment in her hand.
"Yes, my lady. I am certain. It is the very one you described to me; it shall not fail you, on this I swear"
A small smirk flickers at the corner of Morgana's mouth. She walks towards the woman shifting nervously in front of her. One long finger flicks out to underneath the druid's chin, pulling her face up to meet her eye to eye.
"You have done well for me, Lianda"
Never breaking eye contact with the other woman, Morgana calls for the dark-haired man lounging on the crumbling throne behind her.
"Cenred!"
Sitting to attention suddenly before springing to his feet, the man paces forwards stiffly.
"My lady?"
"Take our lovely Lianda to her family. Ensure that they have all that they need before escourting them safely home"
The king tips his head softly in compliance. "My lady", he murmurs before making his way towards the door.
Still staring at the woman before her, Morgana smiles sweetly. "Do not fear Cenred, Lianda, he is not here to harm you. He is here to take you all home, and provide you with anything that you may need."
Lianda's gaze shifts hesitantly from the sorceress' face to the shadow of the man in the corner of her eye. Swallowing gently she smiles tentatively back and gives a small nod before turning towards the door.
The smile fades from Morgana's face as she watches the woman leave. Catching Cenred's eye she nods to him coldly, before turning back to inspect the page still firmly clasped in her hands. She hears the terrified gasps of a struggle briefly before the heavy wooden door slams firmly shut. The wrought iron handles clanging loudly, echoing around the empty stone walls.
Heavy black cloth rustles in the settling quiet as Morgana turns and strides over to the chest at the back of the room. Lifting the lid she inspects the contents inside; a mass of gold and silver chains, each with a handsome pendant adorning them. A pale hand reaches in and pulls one from the pile, the inlaid sapphire casting a pattern of blue rays against the wall. A second hand draws a silver vial from within the layers of black fabric that adorn the sorceress' frame. Green eyes flick down to the parchment as Morgana whispers out the words scrawled down by Lianda's hand, the emerald irises soon becoming consumed by a fierce gold.
The vial is opened, allowing three drops of crimson to flow from its mouth and fall, one by one, onto the pendant in Morgana's hand. Sapphire turns to ruby just as the gold is fading from her eyes. Smirking to herself Morgana lifts the jewel to the light, inspecting it, before placing the necklace over her head. Turning back to the chest, she draws another necklet from the pile. The grin never leaves her face as her eyes glow gold again and again, the room bathed in a scarlet glow from the growing pile of blood red rubies by her side.
Ok so I'm being evil. This one was really short too. I promise though the next one will be longer!
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