THREE DARK QUEENS
are born in a glen
SWEET LITTLE TRIPLETS
will never be friends
THREE DARK WITCHES
all fair to be seen
TWO TO DEVOUR
one to be queen
On the island of Fennbirn every generation three triplets are born, all equal heirs to the throne...
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It is a beautiful moonlit evening when Carina leaves the comfort of the Manor, leaving Eliza sleeping in their black silk sheets.
It hurts to leave the beautiful oracle and Carina presses a gentle kiss on her smooth brown back, smiling in satisfaction at the nail marks she herself left on Eliza there before slipping out of the sheets to ready herself. Even the promise of spending the rest of the night and the day after with her new lover in bed after their first night of intimacy cannot outweigh Carina's urgency to act.
And so she silently prowls to the stables, picking up her supplies she prepared before. And she rides her pretty black mare, Eclipse, through and out of Prynn in the night, heading towards Innisfuul Valley and Sunpool and then even further north to Umbra. To strike at her sister before Arwen has the chance to come to Prynn.
The queen carries with her an array of poisonous vials of her own creation on her person, along with equally as poisonous weapons.
Queen Carina wears a plain blue cloak, that billows behind her as she gallops through fields upon fields on her black mare. An inconspicuous colour of attire in most places on the island. And up high on her mount none will see black eyes peering at them.
For when she eventually does reach Umbra she has a crimson cloak in her satchel, their city is in mourning after all. Melinda Marlowe says they all still wear red for Cierra Raduron. That is good. It will be easy to blend in.
She pushes her mount hard for a few hours but Eclipse is lithe and agile. It is nothing for her. After passing past trees and mountains, Carina sees a tiny little village a few miles from the peak of Mount Horn in the distance and smiles, slowing her horse to a walk, patting Eclipse's side and looking at the position of the moon above.
It is only midnight, and a large tavern in a small town will probably be full of drunkards. No one will look too closely at her she is sure. And it is unlikely to have any spies, it is not a major city where queens reside. Simply a settlement of mountain people. Carina grimaces at that. They are sure to be uncivilised but Carina would have a drink and a brief rest for her and Eclipse for the rest of the night. Perhaps her and Eliza's lovemaking has exhausted her too prematurely.
And she has time to kill before getting to Umbra. Carina desires to arrive at the start of their day, which is of course sunset. And that will have to be on the morrow.
Better for poisoning Arwen's first meal of the day. And thanks to the array of information on the layout of Draven Mansion along with Arwen's habits, when she eats, where she frequents often, Carina has an edge.
Perhaps it is a silly risk to stop in this village but if Arwen has spies among these people of all people she may deserve to win the crown.
And besides if anyone looks at her sideways, she has several poisoned knives strapped to her. And if they cannot find a home in her sister they will find a home elsewhere. Carina's fingers itch to throw them into a living target. Rabbits just aren't as fun.
