Mercinary Queen. [Jake/Alura/Lemartes]

[Trix]

Light filtered through the large bay of the queen's personal quarters, illuminating the room with golden rays. Medical supplies were placed strategicly around the bed, where a massive black lycan lay.

Two days. Alura had not slept, nor eaten in three days. Having her faith in the light forces all but obliterated with the loss of Syrenia, she had trusted no-one in Jake's recovery, thus had barricaded the doors to her quarters, and not let ANYONE enter.

She had kept Jake sedated heavily, sleeping while she checked for chips, poisons or anything amiss while tending to his wounds, which had been inflicted by the poker cues. And now, seeing that she'd healed him fully found that taking out the sedatives was hardert han she thought. What if she removed the drug, and he managed to be captured again?

Her mind flashed back to the image of him skewered on the pool table. Her heart gave a tight squeeze. Never again. She vowed, standing and turning off the machine administiring the sleeping drug.

Moving fluidly to the other side fo the room, she donned her warrior apparel and sheathed her swords, daggers and bow. Not only did she intend to kill Raven, but any other dark warrior who dared step in her way. a dark, malicious expression found its way onto the shiftress' flawless face. She'd make them pay for what they had done to Jaccob. And she'd take out the new Lycan alphas. A life for a life.

She moved to the window and unlatched the lock before taking a deep breath and shaking her head. How could she not tell Lemartes? She sighed and sat, leaning against the window-door, peering out at her balcony. A deal was a deal... A life for a life. She bit her lower lip and turned her bronze eyes skyward before sighing ehavily and hanging her head. How quickly she'd folded to their demands.

[Tado]

A gentle hand came to rest upon the shoulder of the persistent servant before Alura’s door. Offering the woman a thankful, yet weary smile, the man slowly shook his head at her efforts to gain entry. “That’s enough of that, please don’t bother her anymore. She will come out when she is ready.” Remaining at the large closed doors long after the servant had left, worried eyes scanned left and right along the fortified barrier. Come what may, he had to believe in her. His friend, his companion, his wife. But troublesome thoughts had plagued Lemartes’ mind for the past several days, ever since the relatively safe recovery of their friend Jacob.

He had not seen her since then. And even longer, since he last laid eyes upon her once radiant smile. Finally stepping away from the doors, he left the hallway and retreated to an open balcony to think. From what he had found out in the past few days, the man who had given them Jake was named ‘Wraith,’ but he had yet to find out anymore information concerning the matter. Leaning against the marble counter that prevented one from walking off the ledge, his thoughts replayed what he had seen earlier in the week. He was glad that Jake had been retrieved, but the means of the act was anything but satisfying.

Lemartes mussed up his hair with a frustrated growl as his forehead rested on the smooth marble surface. Just what was going on? Times were already difficult as is, would the headaches never end? From his vantage point he could see the balcony outside of Alura’s room. Eyes slowly drifting towards it, the shifter frowned as he came to a decision. He took a step back before jumping over the protection of the railing, and freefell downwards until his transformation was complete. Riding the rising air currents, the silver falcon kept silent on his approach towards Alura’s room.

The bird landed quietly on the floor of her balcony, its talons clicking softly on the ground. The doors to Alura’s room was open by then, and he was careful to note the way she was dressed. Clearing his throat as he returned to his human form, Lemartes took a moment to look at Jacob. From the sound of his heavy snores, it looked like she had him put to sleep for the entire length of his stay. Despite the tense situation a light smile cracked his lips and he found himself shaking his head. “That guy.. He always did sleep like a rock.”

All joking aside, Lemartes then offered his hand to help Alura stand up, as his tired smile returned. "Can't do what you need to do sitting down, my dear. I don't know what's going on, but every marriage has their own fair share of problems, so I will postpone my questions until you are ready to talk."