marorda
Oddball and author
Kalora stifled a yawn as she spotted Emberly leading Michaelis out of her room. As she saw Emberly wiping the tears out of her eyes, she didn't even have to guess the news that awaited them in the Prince's room. Yet even she was not able to imagine the gruesome scene inside the room. The blood seemed way to much to have come from just one person, and the sight of the Prince, on his bed with a cut through his throat so deep it almost seemed to sever his head from his body... that was, to say the least a very unpleasant one. No words to describe the thoughts racing through her mind seemed to come at her. She just stared, speechless. Her tiredness was forgotten immediately, and her sense of duty as the Kingdom's Spymaster kicked in right away. Her gaze went through everything in the room. Any little thing that was out of place, fallen over, or otherwise unusual could give a hint as of who might have been behind this.
"Again the Dragon Sigil..." Kalora whispered as she took a closer look at the dead Prince. "And an Elven sigil... so in a way, they are connected... We already know the elves planned an attack, and surely all signs seem to point at them now..." She sighed and started to pace up and down the room. "Still, we shouldn't jump to conclusions... It might be some other external force trying to blame the Elves for all this... Or it is them who are behind it, but they work for whoever owns the Dragon Sigil..."
Her attention was drawn to the window as the Queen told Novah to leave. "The window.... it that how they got in?" she wondered aloud as she walked over to it. There seemed to be no traces it was burst in or in some other way opened by force. "Did the Prince leave this door open at night?" she asked Emberly. As much as she just wanted to walk over to her friend and embrace her, Kalora knew this wasn't the place or time. Besides, what was she going to say? That all would be fine? Here, in the room where her son had just been murdered? Kalora ran her hands through her hair and rubbed her face. First humans washing ashore, then Kael, then the attack on Damien and the human girl... Now this? What was next? Kalora dared not to think of that. "We need to speak with Damien, about that attack. If it was men clad in black, or with the Dragon Sigil, then we'll at leave have more certainty of a pattern."
She turned to look at Kael. "Do you think your brother is behind this?" she asked him quite directly. "Or do you think it's someone or something else? Personally, I don't think your brother is patient or smart enough to come up with an elaborate plan like this."
"Again the Dragon Sigil..." Kalora whispered as she took a closer look at the dead Prince. "And an Elven sigil... so in a way, they are connected... We already know the elves planned an attack, and surely all signs seem to point at them now..." She sighed and started to pace up and down the room. "Still, we shouldn't jump to conclusions... It might be some other external force trying to blame the Elves for all this... Or it is them who are behind it, but they work for whoever owns the Dragon Sigil..."
Her attention was drawn to the window as the Queen told Novah to leave. "The window.... it that how they got in?" she wondered aloud as she walked over to it. There seemed to be no traces it was burst in or in some other way opened by force. "Did the Prince leave this door open at night?" she asked Emberly. As much as she just wanted to walk over to her friend and embrace her, Kalora knew this wasn't the place or time. Besides, what was she going to say? That all would be fine? Here, in the room where her son had just been murdered? Kalora ran her hands through her hair and rubbed her face. First humans washing ashore, then Kael, then the attack on Damien and the human girl... Now this? What was next? Kalora dared not to think of that. "We need to speak with Damien, about that attack. If it was men clad in black, or with the Dragon Sigil, then we'll at leave have more certainty of a pattern."
She turned to look at Kael. "Do you think your brother is behind this?" she asked him quite directly. "Or do you think it's someone or something else? Personally, I don't think your brother is patient or smart enough to come up with an elaborate plan like this."