At the grand estate of pri minister Windrider, a place whose every corner whispered privilege and power laughter and happiness was the the of the day. Inside the grand hall of the estate, two noble families were celebrating a union of their children.
The union was not one both families ever planned on but their children being caught in an embrace that was blasted all over the empire left them with no choice. A wedding had been arranged rather quickly and both families were hoping to quell the scandal by legitimizing the relationship between their children.
The first part of the wedding which was the taking of vows was over, it had been done in church. Presently, a reception was taking place at the ho of the pri minister.
This fact alone caused a lot of frowns because ideally, the reception should have taken place at the ho of the groom, on the estate of the Durin family. The pri minister however was a powerful man and he had overpowered the Durin family, holding the reception at his ho.
Chandeliers sparkled, and the scent of roses mingled with the aroma of a lavish feast. The king was expected to arrive later which was a great reason behind all the extravagance and lavishness. The Windrider’s were walking around with proud smiles on their faces. The bride was resplendent in a silk wedding dress that had been designed by Emmah and sewn overnight.
The groom was dashing in his tailored suit, the couple was the picture of aristocratic perfection as they took their first dance. Despite the fact that neither bride nor groom liked the other, they had happy smiles on their faces.
Florence was mourning her lost chance at being the king’s secondary consort, Jonathan was mourning the loss of his independence. As an active rake that prowled the city making his way through one woman after the other, he never planned to settle down until he was forty.
Marriage had found him six years before his preferred timing and for that, he blad Florence. All he wanted to was have fun with a woman that looked like the forr consort. He had always desired Rina but never got a chance to touch her because she was the king’s woman.
Florence Windrider on the other hand was not royalty and he figured he could fool around with her a little, share so kisses, fondle her breasts and touch her all over. As long as he did not sleep with her, there would be no trouble. He was no fool, he knew that sleeping with the pri minister’s daughter was a foolish move and he was a rake, not a fool.
Until now, he could not explain how he had ended up kissing her at a ball when pictures were being taken!
The orchestra struck up a lively waltz and he started leading her back to their seats while other guests rushed to the dance floor.
The music suddenly stopped, near the orchestra a sudden commotion erupted. One of the trumpet players, pale and trembling, burst into a loud scream shouting, "Fire! there is a fire."
Panic rippled through the guests as smoke began to rise in the hall from different corners. Like a herd of elephants, everyone started to run towards the nearest exist and the n that were quick located the nearest windows.
They were lucky that the windows were wide and open, so those that escaped started helping others by pulling them out. The sound of explosions went off, a mixture of sparks, ribbons and confetti filled the hall.
Screams beca louder, in the chaos, Emmah rushed to help Lysander who was trapped near flaming curtains. She figured that the Windrider’s would forever be grateful to her because while everyone run, she saved the pri minister’s oldest son and heir.
As she pulled him to safety, a pot of scalding soup, jostled in the frenzy, tipped over. Emmah cried out as the boiling soup splashed onto her hands and face, leaving angry red welts. Lysander was freed successfully while Emmah was screaming and he carried her out, escaping through a window.
Hiding in the smoke, a short mage that had used magic to topple the pot of soup disappeared into the crowd, his mission successfully completed with a bonus in addition.
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At Stormwind, a fire of a different sort was burning and it was a fire of anger among those that had just finished watching two episodes of the rise of Lady Blanche.
Sigrid had decided to take the viewing to the ballroom and invited the servants and knights that were not on duty. Altogether, there were two hundred people in the room and the television screen was large enough to cover an entire wall. At the mont, snivels and sadness encompassed the room.
The reason for this was because one of the most beloved characters in the sow had just died. Her na was Lady Cleo Fletcher, Lady Blanche’s best friend. She was an innocent young lady that had protected Lady Blanche many tis before to the extent of nearly dying three tis.
Even when her arranged fiance fell in love with Blanche and ended their engagent, she did not bla Blanche and even encouraged her to marry him because he was a good man.
She was an honorable woman, with a sharp wit and a deep sense of fairness. Her loyalty to Blanche and mission to keep her best friend away from the path of evil made a beloved character.
Her courage and skill in sword fighting in battle made her a character that was admired by n. She was bravely pursuing the path of a female knight.
In the episode they had just watched, Lady Cleo stumbled on Lady Blanche and her brother kissing and talking about her pregnancy. Lady Blanche was convincing the crown prince to kill his father so that their secret would never be known and their son that she was carrying would have a chance to be king soday.
Lady Cleo had been hiding behind the door, she gasped when she overheard the conversation and despite trying to escape, she had been captured by Blanche’s forces.
Blanche had gone ahead to kidnap her and torture her cruelly. As if that was not enough, to keep her family from searching for her or looking for answers, she sent magic beasts to their estate, killing all of the Fletcher’s.
By the ti the heroine showed up, it was too late to save the Fletcher finally. In a finale, Blanche cruelly told Cleo about the fate of her family. She brought over mangled parts of their bodies and when Cleo was wailing, Blanch cut her chest with a sword and ripped her still beating heart out of her chest.
It was a dramatic scene and an emotional one at the sa ti. The viewers were angry and mourning the loss of the beloved lady Cleo and astounded by what happened to her family, cursing Lady Blanche. Until the very last mont, they had been hoping that the heroine Lady Sorset would rescue Cleo.
So had even assud that Cleo and Sorset would work together to reveal Blanche’s sches and take her down. Nothing could have prepared them for what they had just seen.
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