The Evil Queen

Full Moon

The rhythmic sound of liquid dripping into the silver chamber pot roused Theo. Her mouth was dry and cracked, and tasted of metal. She moved to retrieve the object from her mouth, stopping because of the iron restraints on her opposite arm and leg. Using her other hand she pulled what happened to be a metal horse bit from her mouth. She gaged slightly when she saw the bit was iron, and pieces of her lip and tongue were burned to it. Taking in her surroundings she was in her room. The dripping continued; her head fell down. Her chamber pot brimmed with dark crimson sludge. Her head and back throbbed. She felt a warm hand on her tethered arm. Whipping her head around she saw Godrick.

"I apologize, I didn't tell you the cat was barbed with iron. A little device I had the smith work up the night after Inez was found. When I release you, I'm fully aware you will regenerate fairly quick. I'm not going to chain you, or drug you like anyone has done before. I want you strong. And you need to meet with my father. He has many working on our wedding. You need to be fitted for a dress." The shackles fell to the floor and Theo turned to face Godrick. She could already feel her strength return. "Don't be daft girl." And he stood up. Could he read her thoughts? "I have some business to attend to today and much tomorrow. I may not see you until we wed. But don't do anything to that would make me have to punish you."

As he walked from the room her body was already healing in front of her eyes. And in that moment she was caught with intrigue with her own power. Never being this strong before, she was hungry for what more lied ahead. As she crossed the room with the pot of blood she noticed the metallic taste was already gone from her mouth and her back felt tight but not painful. Tossing the sludge out the window she licked her lips. The burns were gone, as was the pounding in her head. She set the pot beside her vanity and looked into the mirror. She was bloody and dirty in general. Reaching into her matching silver basin she splashed water on herself and rubbed vigorously until she was clean.

Looking at her reflection she noted that she wasn't bruised, or bumped, or even scratched. Once all the blood and dirt was gone she looked none the less for the wear. She felt powerful as she gazed upon herself in the mirror. She thought of the Fae as she did. Of that beautiful scary woman and wondered would someone someday see her like that?

"I sent for my sister Cleo, she arrived this morning. Wonderful party planner, she made mine and Godrick's mother's wedding possible. I do have to warn you though. She is about as pleasant as Godrick is." Cornell to a deep breath, "Tell me young lady, are you doing this for any promises he has made you?" Theo looked up shocked, but still trying to reel her head around a female version of Godrick. "No my Lord, I realize the worth of your son's words." He nodded, "Then why my dear? You can't love him." Without looking at him, staring into the hall from the king's side in the throne room she answered monotone, "Because I will be a great queen."

Cleo was a frail woman who appeared much older than she was. Her face was heavy with deep wrinkles and her hair was entirely silver. Braided it was wrapped about her head like Theo wore hers. In every way she seemed like a humble old woman, until she laid eyes on Theo and spoke. "Well she might be beautiful if you can get past those serpentine eyes, and Elvan status. Though I do under stand Godrick's attraction, I'm sure it involves more than just his member." Theo looked around curiously, they seemed alone. "Who are you addressing ma'am?" Her angry eyes burned still as she rolled them unamused, "And the elf is slow too. Perfect." It occurred to Theo that she was addressing her in the most indirect way she could manage. Apparently she was a lesser being than this majestic creature, Theo held back her rage. Which in itself was getting more difficult lately.

"I brought this from the across the sea." She said dryly to Theo as she pulled a beautiful silver gown out of a large wooden trunk. "It's been spun with silk and silver. I can adjust it so it's more elf sized." Cleo held the delicate looking dress at Theo and huffed until she took it. "Well common sense would suggest she putting it on to be sized." Theo blinked bemused as she took the dress behind a screen and slid into it. It fit like a second skin, and perfect like it was made just for her, if she had been about a foot taller. The low bust line was very revealing and made her already large bust look larger, tapering off to the waist and flowing out with a thigh high split. Her sleeves split at her shoulder and cascaded down. Stepping out into the room, Cleo still looked furious.