Harroway is the Village in the Night Lands and it is under the control of King Brandon. The village is built upon a tall moutian and is almost unpenetrable, making it one of the safest places in Eranor. The weather is mostly wind and rain, although there is the out bout of snow in the Winter. Harroways main export is Linen, wood and a dark red wine that is much sought after in Eranor.
Imogene made it to the village in lightening time. Stepping up to the inn, she saw that King Henry was already there. She walked past him quickly unnoticed, as vampires were quite adept at being sneaky. Walking up stairs, she recognized the plump servant Rhonda sitting beside Selene. Walking up to the princess, she demanded “Any improvements?”Rhonda looked up at her with guarded eyes and whispered “None.” She held only loyalty to Queen Rose and refused to acknowledge Imogene as anything but another servant. “She calls for Joffrey often and is having difficulties dealing with the darkness within her. Perhaps if the prince were able to soothe her, her body would stop trying to reject the child and she could live.”Imogene ignored the fact that Rhonda didn’t pay the proper respects but looked down at the princess. Selene was covered in sweat and her skin was a deathly grey. Frowning, she looked back at Rhonda. “Then Joffrey simply must be found. Keep a watch on her, I must go do damage control to the king.” Rhonda nodded and Imogene turned on her heels and rushed down the stairs. Smiling gently to King Henry, she dropped into an elegant curtsy and spoke like a well-respected lady. “Your grace…I trust you are here to inquire about your daughter.” She allowed a sad frown to grace her lips as she continued“Her body is rejecting the demon seed within her, and she speaks only of her fiance. I am afraid that if he does not help to quell the angel, she will die.” Stepping closer, she looked up at him with fake caring eyes “Perhaps a visit from her father could help, though? She is upstairs, the last door on the left. Best of luck, your grace.” Imogene dropped into another curtsy and allowed room for the king to pass should he choose to visit Selene.
As Imogene approached, she regarded Henry as you should a King, and dropped into an elegant curtsey, before rising and her tone was that of refinement.
“Your grace…I trust you are here to inquire about your daughter.”
“Why yes. You have seen her? Is she here?” He asked, his eyes filled with the pain for his beloved daughter’s illness.
“Her body is rejecting the demon seed within her, and she speaks only of her fiance. I am afraid that if he does not help to quell the angel, she will die.”
The shock of what Imogene was actually saying, hit King Henry hard. “But she is a virgin..” he said, just above a whisper, then realized the demon prince had somehow managed to woo her and take her virgin flower. Imogene clearly expressed that Selene only wished for her fiance’ , by calling his name and that if he doesn’t come visit, she may well die. The King reached to grip his sword, in a shocking move, that you could only expect from a father that felt a man had hurt his daughter so.
“Why did my wife ever agree to such a marriage between demon and angel kind? Look at this mess. I shall find him myself after I visit with my Selene, and then deal with him myself.” The King said, in a voice that was now raised, his emotion starting to cloud his judgement.
Imogene, was careful in the words she chose to ask the King;
“Perhaps a visit from her father could help, though? She is upstairs, the last door on the left. Best of luck, your grace.”
“Yes…I will go see her right now. And I thank you, for everything.” He placed his hand upon her shoulder, then went to go up the stairs, where he would find his daughter, deathly ill.
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Imogene smiled slightly as the king touched her shoulder, turning her head to look over as he walked up the stairs. Turning back towards the innkeeper, she murmured “Show me your kitchen…” It was time to come up with a tonic that would make the princess strong enough to at least return to the castle. Picking up her skirts, she followed the innkeeper with a sinister smile. She would make sure that child survived.
Harroway Village Inn- Selene’s Room
The fever was not breaking, and Selene was in a middle of one of her fits as her father walked up the stairs. There were red bloody claw marks running up and down her arms as she gripped her arms, dragging them up and down slowly as she murmured incoherently to herself. Rhonda was in the corner looking horrified. The servant had tried her best to stop the princess from doing harm upon herself, but she was cast into the corner and had a bloody cloth held to the wound. Selene rocked back and forth as she tried to make sense of the horrors in her mind. Joffrey. Joffrey as a demon casting things at her, stomping around, flames in his eyes and surrounding him. She felt so warm it was as if he was in the room lighting her on fire. Suddenly, a pain shot through her body starting from a pit in her stomach. Screaming, she clutched her stomach and fell back on the bed. Sobbing pitifully, her legs curled up against her as she began to writhe around in pain.
Rhonda whimpered and walked up to her carefully, grabbing a fresh cloth and soaking it in water. Dabbing the princess’s eyes, she began to sing softly. The singing seemed to calm Selene down, but she still trembled and began clutching her arms again with fresh claws. “He won’t come….he won’t….Joffrey…” She sat up again suddenly and grabbed Rhonda. Squeezing her wrists so hard she cut the poor servant, she hissed in a deep voice that was not her own “Keep him…away…from…me…”Freeing one of her hands, she clutched her stomach “This is mine…he is mine!” Rhonda could only stare horrified at the princess.
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Imogene finished with the tonic and rushed up the stairs. She could sense that the princess was having a meltdown and she wanted Henry to have the tonic to keep her calm enough for her to recognize her father. Dropping into another low curtsy, she smiled at him slightly and pressed the tonic into his hand. “To help with the demon spawn.” Nodding encouragingly, she turned and walked back down the stairs.
King Henry stood in the door way of Selene’s room, and watched on the scene that was playing out, with a horrified expression. The damage that Selene had inflicted upon herself, and the poor woman who was trying to bring comfort to her. It was as though the devil had placed puppet strings upon his daughter Selene, and was making her dance to his twisted tune of evil. Clearly she was possessed by dark forces, and he could only imagine what had caused this. Naturally, it all came back to one thing. That her daughter, so holy and good an angel, had lay with the demon spawn of the House of Brax and now…was pregnant. That in itself seemed to be ridiculous to even contemplate, but the way she behaved…she was carrying something within her belly.
He took a step inside the door, the floor boards creaked as his boot pressed down with his weight. His face was ashen, as he heard his daughter speak with a voice he did not recognize.
“Keep him…away…from…me…”
“Selene….sweetheart, its your Father.” King Henry said, feeling sick from the aura of evil that his daughter was giving off.
“Please…don’t give into it. Fight it with all your worth. You are an angel. One of God’s favored. Don’t let it consume you.”
His words were said as he used his hands, both palms up in a manner to try and get her to calm, his wings starting to open out behind him, just as Imogene entered the room, and saw what was happening. She handed the King a chalice of tonic and said. “To help with the demon spawn.” King Henry looked at the broth, and then nodded, willing to try anything to get her to be rid of the demon that was growing inside of her. He came up alongside the bed, and held the chalice out to her.
“Selene…I need you to drink this. It will help you.” Question was….would it?
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