Nayuna
Nayuna stands in front of the Koldreds. The Koldreds stand respectfully in front of the Dark Sorceress.
"Do you know what to do?" she asks, looking up at her servants, her phrase a question, but her tone suggests otherwise.
"Aye, my Lady," one Koldred says in its gravelly voice. "We will find her."
"And you know that you will only watch, report back to me and tell me where she is," she says by way of instruction, putting an emphasis on the word, 'watch'.
Such as it is when it comes to dealing with Koldreds, she thinks, sardonically.
"We will do as you request, Lady Nayuna," the Koldred leader says, bowing its huge head, though Nayuna can see its reluctance.
It then looks over at its compatriots. It bares its yellowing fangs, a soft, but warning snarl escaping its huge throat as if reminding them of possible failure and insubordination.
Nayuna offers no visible emotion. But she smiles inwardly in approval at the choice of action.
"Then go and do not fail me," the Dark Sorceress says by way of dismissal, but with a trace of venom in her tone combined with a threat.
The Koldred bows its huge head again and along with its fellows, takes its leave.
After they leave, Nayuna turns her attention to the window to which she has looked out across the expanse of her land for many years. But this time, she turns away almost immediately and goes downstairs to her chambers. She takes the stairs slowly, her chalk-skinned hand touching the cold black stone until she comes to the bottom. She makes her way to her bedroom and enters the room, her palm pressing against the warped wood. She pads over to the bed and flops down on the covers. She looks up at the black curtains that hangs over the bed. She sighs softly and turns her head to one side.
She closes her amber eyes, sighing again. Then she turns to one side, pulling her knees to her chest. She realizes how weary she feels right now. The stress of what she is doing right and what she has been doing is taking a toll on her.
But it will be worth it, she thinks, her crimson lips pulling up at the corners, her ebony hair spreading around her face like a dark mandala, blending in with the dark covers. Her chalky fingers stroke the velvet almost absentmindedly.
Right now, all she needs to do is rest. For she knows that beyond the comfortable luxuries her room, deep within the cold and icy confines of the dungeons, will be the human girl brought to her by her loyal Koldreds.
Kirena. Naria's weakness.
And a potential one at that, Nayuna thinks, a slight smirk crossing her blood colored lips. Nayuna then shifts to one side, a dark lock falling across her face. She pushes it behind her ear, and closes her eyes, awaiting the dark embrace of sleep.
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