~~Lasherette lay in the darkened room of her Castle. It was after midnight...yet she lay there, just as she had after the first evening she arrived "home".
She hadn't been there to live in over 9 years. That's when she moved out of the castle to live in Rhydin common. When her father was truly displeased with her. Part of the reason was because of him...she understood he loved her....but he kept trying to marry her off to any Duke, or Lord that was available, regardless of their age or personal hygiene....there were younger males there, but they seemed preoccupied with either going off to be a knight...or seemed preoccupied with other males.
So moving to the cottage was her only true option, as she had no family other than George De la Por Beresford...Marquis of Waterford. No living family that she knew of at least. Living in the cottage, life for her was good. She worked everyday, she HAD to, as she refused to take any servants with her. She made her own living tending the Apple Orchard surrounding the cottage. Things were fine, till HE showed up....Alexander Lasair....the Red Dragon King. Her life has never been the same since.
As she lay there, she thought about Drake. She still had yet to go see him, though she sent word she would be arriving..."Soon." That was before she left David's Castle, and returned home to hers. She knew somehow she would have to find the strength and go get her son alone. Her friend, Juliana offered to go with her, but she refused her help. She actually wished Juliana would stop coming around. She knew she meant well, but it was obvious to Lash, Juliana didn't know that Lash had turned. Or perhaps she did. Didn't matter anymore did it? She wished she had died instead... the night David "healed" her....making her his for all eternity. To turn her away.
Lasherette lay in her bed, her body frail and thin. You could see every vein in her body. She was the color of pure wax...and her skin appeared as if it was made of the very substance. Her eyes which had shone a beautiful peridot green, were now faded, appearing nearly all white. She only had a few servants about...people she had known since childhood. All others she dismissed....including her Army. What was she to do with an Army? She should have dismissed them when her father died, but she didn't have the heart to, as they all had families. Most now the children were grown. The majority of the soldiers had other jobs besides being in her employ, as they never had anything to do. Her maidservant Corinne, a craggy type of woman, kept trying to get her to open the door, "You'll die of starvation before of a broken heart"...she would call to her through the huge oak doors. Of course she was referring to Drake...but to Lasherette the words pierced her heart as it caused her to think of David.
In all the hours that she lay there, she reviewed her entire life. And coming to this part of it...she wondered if it meant she didnt love Drake, or loved David more, as to why she missed him oh so much more than her son? Was she that bad a mother? It wasn't that at all. And when the answer touched her very being, she cried for well into the night, that evening.
It was that she was bound to David in a far more intimate way. She was his. She belonged to David. She was a part of him, and he a part of her. And that is why she was so confused and tormented....how could he not feel as she did? "For eternity"...he had said. And it wasn't just by a vow that made it truth, but by deed. The need for him leaving her with a hunger like she had never known. She needed to feed....another reason she wouldn't open the door to her servants. She had already been tempted too many times....but that hunger was ebbing away...just as humans, when they are so hungry, they get past the point of starvation, not even thinking of food. She hungered for David.
The caress of his velvet covered hands of iron....which gripped her flesh so tightly, pulling her to him. Those lips that set her aflame, with want, need, a heightened desire the likes she had never known before any other. And his love. The looks. The warmth of his breath against her neck....the feel of him claiming her for his own....was like nothing she ever knew could exist between two creatures. The firm yet loving voice cooing to her, as he held her.
A single tear ran down her face. Just when she thought she was incapable of any more tears...somehow another would appear. Lying in her bed alone....the fireplace the only thing lighting her massive room. Her castle was nothing as grande as David's. But her room was almost identical to his, but in feminine form. She would run her frail delicate fingers down the beautiful drapes of royal blue velvet, where his were burgundy. The bed not as big, but of the same design. Huge post columns at every corner....post columns....her pale peridot eyes drifted to one. She closed her eyes, savoring the memory....arms wrapped about herself....and she lowered her head into her chest, and cried.
Every night, she usually would open the french doors leading out to her balcony, not tonight. She would look down over Rhydin...the cities lights...her little cottage sitting amidst the apple orchard...every apple picked from the trees bare reaching arms. One night, she had wondered if David had taken care of that...if he had sent the money to the Orphans, as well as the free juice, cider and bushels to the general store, for the owner to give to the destitute who sought food or alms from him.
There were thousands of questions she needed answered. Desperately. She even tried to pray once...to ask God to please change David's heart towards her....to love her again. She rolled about the bed, laughing hysterically about that for quite awhile....God, indeed! But as soon as the laughter stopped....the tears began anew. Now if she cries...they are tears of blood. She figured it's because she is dehydrated...she wasn't sure...and not as many tears came.
Lasherette had become extremely weak. After being turned, she was strong....strong as 50 men. She had to adjust to the feeling. Once breaking a glass in her hand for she simply held it too tight. But not now. Now she is lucky if she can get out of the bed, and walk to the french doors and open them. She shuts them by pressing her body against them. She knew she would have to feed if she was to go and get Drake's body. She wasn't that convinced anymore that she wanted to go. Not alone....she wanted someone strong with her...she wanted her David. It was his idea to ask Icer for her sons remains. Asking FOR her even. David took care of Lash in every way...that is why she doesn't understand him now. Lasherette was afraid her step-daughter would refuse her. But she gently whispered to her, that she wouldn't keep a mother from her child. When there she was going to make preparations for Alex's funeral. He should be buried in his Kingdom with all the pomp and circumstance they give to a Monarch upon his death. And they would know how it was to be done correctly. Drake belonged with her as David said....."a place for her to go to grieve".
Grief....that is all Lasherette has now....grief fueled by hunger.~~
She hadn't been there to live in over 9 years. That's when she moved out of the castle to live in Rhydin common. When her father was truly displeased with her. Part of the reason was because of him...she understood he loved her....but he kept trying to marry her off to any Duke, or Lord that was available, regardless of their age or personal hygiene....there were younger males there, but they seemed preoccupied with either going off to be a knight...or seemed preoccupied with other males.
So moving to the cottage was her only true option, as she had no family other than George De la Por Beresford...Marquis of Waterford. No living family that she knew of at least. Living in the cottage, life for her was good. She worked everyday, she HAD to, as she refused to take any servants with her. She made her own living tending the Apple Orchard surrounding the cottage. Things were fine, till HE showed up....Alexander Lasair....the Red Dragon King. Her life has never been the same since.
As she lay there, she thought about Drake. She still had yet to go see him, though she sent word she would be arriving..."Soon." That was before she left David's Castle, and returned home to hers. She knew somehow she would have to find the strength and go get her son alone. Her friend, Juliana offered to go with her, but she refused her help. She actually wished Juliana would stop coming around. She knew she meant well, but it was obvious to Lash, Juliana didn't know that Lash had turned. Or perhaps she did. Didn't matter anymore did it? She wished she had died instead... the night David "healed" her....making her his for all eternity. To turn her away.
Lasherette lay in her bed, her body frail and thin. You could see every vein in her body. She was the color of pure wax...and her skin appeared as if it was made of the very substance. Her eyes which had shone a beautiful peridot green, were now faded, appearing nearly all white. She only had a few servants about...people she had known since childhood. All others she dismissed....including her Army. What was she to do with an Army? She should have dismissed them when her father died, but she didn't have the heart to, as they all had families. Most now the children were grown. The majority of the soldiers had other jobs besides being in her employ, as they never had anything to do. Her maidservant Corinne, a craggy type of woman, kept trying to get her to open the door, "You'll die of starvation before of a broken heart"...she would call to her through the huge oak doors. Of course she was referring to Drake...but to Lasherette the words pierced her heart as it caused her to think of David.
In all the hours that she lay there, she reviewed her entire life. And coming to this part of it...she wondered if it meant she didnt love Drake, or loved David more, as to why she missed him oh so much more than her son? Was she that bad a mother? It wasn't that at all. And when the answer touched her very being, she cried for well into the night, that evening.
It was that she was bound to David in a far more intimate way. She was his. She belonged to David. She was a part of him, and he a part of her. And that is why she was so confused and tormented....how could he not feel as she did? "For eternity"...he had said. And it wasn't just by a vow that made it truth, but by deed. The need for him leaving her with a hunger like she had never known. She needed to feed....another reason she wouldn't open the door to her servants. She had already been tempted too many times....but that hunger was ebbing away...just as humans, when they are so hungry, they get past the point of starvation, not even thinking of food. She hungered for David.
The caress of his velvet covered hands of iron....which gripped her flesh so tightly, pulling her to him. Those lips that set her aflame, with want, need, a heightened desire the likes she had never known before any other. And his love. The looks. The warmth of his breath against her neck....the feel of him claiming her for his own....was like nothing she ever knew could exist between two creatures. The firm yet loving voice cooing to her, as he held her.
A single tear ran down her face. Just when she thought she was incapable of any more tears...somehow another would appear. Lying in her bed alone....the fireplace the only thing lighting her massive room. Her castle was nothing as grande as David's. But her room was almost identical to his, but in feminine form. She would run her frail delicate fingers down the beautiful drapes of royal blue velvet, where his were burgundy. The bed not as big, but of the same design. Huge post columns at every corner....post columns....her pale peridot eyes drifted to one. She closed her eyes, savoring the memory....arms wrapped about herself....and she lowered her head into her chest, and cried.
Every night, she usually would open the french doors leading out to her balcony, not tonight. She would look down over Rhydin...the cities lights...her little cottage sitting amidst the apple orchard...every apple picked from the trees bare reaching arms. One night, she had wondered if David had taken care of that...if he had sent the money to the Orphans, as well as the free juice, cider and bushels to the general store, for the owner to give to the destitute who sought food or alms from him.
There were thousands of questions she needed answered. Desperately. She even tried to pray once...to ask God to please change David's heart towards her....to love her again. She rolled about the bed, laughing hysterically about that for quite awhile....God, indeed! But as soon as the laughter stopped....the tears began anew. Now if she cries...they are tears of blood. She figured it's because she is dehydrated...she wasn't sure...and not as many tears came.
Lasherette had become extremely weak. After being turned, she was strong....strong as 50 men. She had to adjust to the feeling. Once breaking a glass in her hand for she simply held it too tight. But not now. Now she is lucky if she can get out of the bed, and walk to the french doors and open them. She shuts them by pressing her body against them. She knew she would have to feed if she was to go and get Drake's body. She wasn't that convinced anymore that she wanted to go. Not alone....she wanted someone strong with her...she wanted her David. It was his idea to ask Icer for her sons remains. Asking FOR her even. David took care of Lash in every way...that is why she doesn't understand him now. Lasherette was afraid her step-daughter would refuse her. But she gently whispered to her, that she wouldn't keep a mother from her child. When there she was going to make preparations for Alex's funeral. He should be buried in his Kingdom with all the pomp and circumstance they give to a Monarch upon his death. And they would know how it was to be done correctly. Drake belonged with her as David said....."a place for her to go to grieve".
Grief....that is all Lasherette has now....grief fueled by hunger.~~