It was perhaps one of the few times she actually stayed at the house. She was always the independent sort, forever finding her own way in these benighted lands. With her marriage to Marcus, came her adopted family. No less precious, though she held herself back more often than not.
Rather ironic that she chose to come to the halls of her adopted family in order to clear her head and make some important decisions about her future. However, she needed a place that was not one of her usual haunts, a place where she could think with very few interruptions. Only Kage knew where she was hiding at this point. She also needed a place that was not surrounded by reminders of him, reminders of her missing husband.
With a soft sigh, she stepped through the shadows and appeared before the outer door. It would not do to not announce her presence to whomever of rank that was in residence. She needed the refuge, but she would not be so rude as to surprise them with her presence.
When it was all said and done, she went to the room that was set-aside for her and her family. She had to wonder where she went wrong as she looked upon the chambers. Her mind was whirling with what she did to drive Marcus away from her. Perhaps she was not meant to stay long with one mate or another. She grew tired of being alone though with only the twins as company. The part of her that was still female longed for companionship.
She stripped out of her armor, leaving it in a careless heap on the floor. She made her way to the bathing chamber and prepared the water for a shower. When the water was warm enough to step in and tried to wash away the pain. The shower did much to hide the tears that coursed down her cheeks. Thoughts of all those she cared about in her existence haunted her to this day. Despite her reputation, this was a very short list, limited to only 5 males in her life.
The first was young Jared. She frowned at the thought of how the machinations of her father destroyed her first love. She had been young then, barely more than a child then. Yet Jared was the first she dared to love? and lost.
Then there was the Ravinist, Dagon Grim. The demon that had created the creature that she was today. Love or lust, it didn?t matter. Dagon would always hold a special place in her heart. Her master, her teacher, her mate, she had learned much at his side and she would be forever bound to him. The three scars upon her abdomen attested to this.
For a time, she explored a relationship with a dear friend of hers. Lucius served under Lord Brutin, and they had met at one of the numerous gatherings Brutin held. The relationship was passionate and brief, though it was one that would remain special to her. She suspected that a certain Marilith had interfered with that relationship. However, it was for the best. Lucius and his family were dear to her, and she would destroy any that would harm them. It is a kinship that exists to this day and one she treasures the most.
However brief the relationship was, there was a special place for Slaver within her heart. She never knew if he had a name other than Slaver, but it really mattered not. They had met while serving under Brutin, and had consummated a relationship during their tenure as leaders of the ill-fated Slaver?s Imperium. The organization had prospered for a while, even had a chance to be real competition for the Slaver?s Association, but in the end petty rivalries and fighting destroyed what chances they had. Then Slaver left one day, never to return.
Then there was Marcus. She smiled fondly as she remembered how they met. By then she was on the rise within the Slaver?s Association and he was another rival that Brutin chose not to recognize. It wasn?t until they were thrown together to protect the slave of Brutin?s own nephew, that she realized the type of person Marc was.
In the end, she fell in love and married him. They had two wonderful children and their marriage had been strong even with prolonged absences by either spouse. Now those absences hurt. She didn?t wish to remain alone anymore. Her one weakness, she despised being alone.
She sighed softly as she turned off the water. As much as she cared for Marcus, his absence this time had gone a long way to cooling their relationship. She did not know if he would ever return and that hurt.
She had been avoiding the Inn for sometime, only recently stepping out and watching the people therein. She was none too amused with sitting at the bar alone and watching as people went off in their little groups, or how people shamelessly paired off. She was prepared for another night when he walked in.
It had been a long time since any male provoked a favorable response from her. Yet, this male, Jonathan Flynn has done just that. It felt good to be appreciated once again. It had been something she missed in her misbegotten existence. She enjoyed being flattered and flirted with him. He was very handsome and charming. When she reflected on it, most males in Rhydin were very handsome, but very few had proven to be charming.
She had made a decision this night. In her heart, she felt it was time to let go. It was time to traverse a different path. It pained her to make this decision as she still loved Marc in now small ways, but she needed more than an existence where she had to wait for him to return. She felt she had waited long enough and it was time to let him go. Tears coursed down her cheeks as she made this choice. Her heart broke completely as she removed the collar-like necklace that she had worn since the day Marc had given it to her. She set the necklace aside, along with her wedding ring for when Angelica was ready to choose her husband.
She growled softly to herself and dressed in the soft linens that she had brought with her. Gathering her belongings, she chose instead to return to Gharnholme. She had matters to take care of before she sought Jonathan?s company again.
Rather ironic that she chose to come to the halls of her adopted family in order to clear her head and make some important decisions about her future. However, she needed a place that was not one of her usual haunts, a place where she could think with very few interruptions. Only Kage knew where she was hiding at this point. She also needed a place that was not surrounded by reminders of him, reminders of her missing husband.
With a soft sigh, she stepped through the shadows and appeared before the outer door. It would not do to not announce her presence to whomever of rank that was in residence. She needed the refuge, but she would not be so rude as to surprise them with her presence.
When it was all said and done, she went to the room that was set-aside for her and her family. She had to wonder where she went wrong as she looked upon the chambers. Her mind was whirling with what she did to drive Marcus away from her. Perhaps she was not meant to stay long with one mate or another. She grew tired of being alone though with only the twins as company. The part of her that was still female longed for companionship.
She stripped out of her armor, leaving it in a careless heap on the floor. She made her way to the bathing chamber and prepared the water for a shower. When the water was warm enough to step in and tried to wash away the pain. The shower did much to hide the tears that coursed down her cheeks. Thoughts of all those she cared about in her existence haunted her to this day. Despite her reputation, this was a very short list, limited to only 5 males in her life.
The first was young Jared. She frowned at the thought of how the machinations of her father destroyed her first love. She had been young then, barely more than a child then. Yet Jared was the first she dared to love? and lost.
Then there was the Ravinist, Dagon Grim. The demon that had created the creature that she was today. Love or lust, it didn?t matter. Dagon would always hold a special place in her heart. Her master, her teacher, her mate, she had learned much at his side and she would be forever bound to him. The three scars upon her abdomen attested to this.
For a time, she explored a relationship with a dear friend of hers. Lucius served under Lord Brutin, and they had met at one of the numerous gatherings Brutin held. The relationship was passionate and brief, though it was one that would remain special to her. She suspected that a certain Marilith had interfered with that relationship. However, it was for the best. Lucius and his family were dear to her, and she would destroy any that would harm them. It is a kinship that exists to this day and one she treasures the most.
However brief the relationship was, there was a special place for Slaver within her heart. She never knew if he had a name other than Slaver, but it really mattered not. They had met while serving under Brutin, and had consummated a relationship during their tenure as leaders of the ill-fated Slaver?s Imperium. The organization had prospered for a while, even had a chance to be real competition for the Slaver?s Association, but in the end petty rivalries and fighting destroyed what chances they had. Then Slaver left one day, never to return.
Then there was Marcus. She smiled fondly as she remembered how they met. By then she was on the rise within the Slaver?s Association and he was another rival that Brutin chose not to recognize. It wasn?t until they were thrown together to protect the slave of Brutin?s own nephew, that she realized the type of person Marc was.
In the end, she fell in love and married him. They had two wonderful children and their marriage had been strong even with prolonged absences by either spouse. Now those absences hurt. She didn?t wish to remain alone anymore. Her one weakness, she despised being alone.
She sighed softly as she turned off the water. As much as she cared for Marcus, his absence this time had gone a long way to cooling their relationship. She did not know if he would ever return and that hurt.
She had been avoiding the Inn for sometime, only recently stepping out and watching the people therein. She was none too amused with sitting at the bar alone and watching as people went off in their little groups, or how people shamelessly paired off. She was prepared for another night when he walked in.
It had been a long time since any male provoked a favorable response from her. Yet, this male, Jonathan Flynn has done just that. It felt good to be appreciated once again. It had been something she missed in her misbegotten existence. She enjoyed being flattered and flirted with him. He was very handsome and charming. When she reflected on it, most males in Rhydin were very handsome, but very few had proven to be charming.
She had made a decision this night. In her heart, she felt it was time to let go. It was time to traverse a different path. It pained her to make this decision as she still loved Marc in now small ways, but she needed more than an existence where she had to wait for him to return. She felt she had waited long enough and it was time to let him go. Tears coursed down her cheeks as she made this choice. Her heart broke completely as she removed the collar-like necklace that she had worn since the day Marc had given it to her. She set the necklace aside, along with her wedding ring for when Angelica was ready to choose her husband.
She growled softly to herself and dressed in the soft linens that she had brought with her. Gathering her belongings, she chose instead to return to Gharnholme. She had matters to take care of before she sought Jonathan?s company again.