An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Winds of change -3

Speech = ''...''
Thoughts = [... }

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If there was one good thing Claire knew about whatever chaos that had taken place in the capital was that everyone was too busy to try to pull out a surprise party and drag her into the ballroom again. Goddess knew how much she loathed to be the center of attention of parties that her parents seemed to enjoy.

Not like her father hadn't tried anyway.

Luckily, her mother had bashed those ideas out of the window with the tender touch of her hand. And her father almost as-well with it.

A small tinge of amusement started to draw over her lips. Now that would have been something to see and remember for days..., baldy would have been fine anyways.

Her useless excuse of a father was a lot more sturdier than his meek appearance gave credit for after all. Not that it would spare him of her mothers wrath here and then.

Claire sighed, releasing the hold of the training sword she had been holding until them and allowing it to clatter on the floor as she dropped onto her bed. Sinking into the mattress soon after.

She could feel her heartbeat, pumping loudly against her chest, sweat still trickling down her black mane into the silk underneath her as the seconds passed.

After hours training, she should be tired..., but she did not felt that. Not really..., for some reason her mind had not managed to acknowledge that yet.

She brushed a lock of black hair from her eyes.

Things had taken a turn for the strange, hadn't they? Thinking about it made it sting a little...

The strange man that had been flying through the air, the following storm.., the stories she had heard from the servants about the news from the capital and..... that detail.

Looking down at her hand, her scarlet eyes glanced at the bandages she had wrapped around it. Covering it entirely. The mark...

She did not know what it was, or how it had came to be apart from the deep searing pain she had felt back then.

It was not a prank..., nor it was a natural coloration of her skin. It was also obscenely stubborn to be wash away.

For better or for worse those strange symbols now attached to her hand were there to stay. And so she was left to hide it with the first thing that came to mind.

She sighed again, this time more loudly.

''What I am going to do with you?''

She had tried to look information about it, books and stories even.., but there was nothing that could get her a good grasp of what she was dealing with.

She did not like that...

She did not like to not know what was going on with her body.

But she could not vent out her grievances to those around her, what could they do anyway..? No, she was right to not risk it. Perhaps it was nothing.

But if its was something worse....she would prefer to keep it under-wraps.

The only she knew is that something was not right about it....

If she could see the purple haired woman sitting right next to her with a fox like smile she would have realize how right she was.

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