OOC: This thread takes place after
this one.
Pissed was an understatement. And confused, hurt and swindled didn't do her justice either as she sat in her room, a single candle lit as she fumed over a letter she scratched with a quill drenched in ink and tried to figure out just what she wanted to say. But what
could she say? These last few weeks were a landslide of emotions. First Samuel was kidnapped, then the journey to rescue him, she meets with some criminal her father knew in secret and then that same man turns out to be Ryk Handalaar, who rescued both her and her son's lives and stole her heart so many years ago.
And perhaps he might have stolen it again, had their sudden, quiet engagement not just... 'ended' the way it had; which had started off like a wild flame, now sputtered into a soured puff of smoke. Where as before she had been afraid what would ever to happen if she truly fell for a man like Ryk, now it seemed all of her nightmares were coming true, for not two days back and there's rumors floating all over the place about Mr. Handalaar and some young noble girl. And try as she might to try to ignore them, it pained her so to think he might have used her, for whatever reason he had. He was also the leader of a group of thieves, or whatever they were. These Soot wolves... maybe he was nothing but the wolf of his alter ego's name! But oh, how she had believed him! How she wanted his confession of love to be true! And though part of her had been relieved when it all had happened, she was now wracked with anxiety over far too many things.
And they had parted in the worst of ways, where she wasn't even able to speak to him, or of him, or of this moment, or that he was Samuel father's the
entire road home. She had been sick more than once over this, and due to her disappearance and illnesses, her business began to feel the effects of her emotions, and profits dropped considerably.
Little did she know other things might have been in play here, that one fluke sunken ship might not have been an accident, and a few caravans exporting goods were raided intentionally, rather than an incident of weather, as it had been documented. But she had little time to consider this, or the things that were festering beneath the surface unknowingly due to her actions- and that of the mysterious red wolf.
And as she stared at the page of paper now before her, with so many angry words scribbled in ink, she crumpled up the thing and threw it into the fire. The flames grew brighter and flared with heat as she leaned over it, a hand now draped over her green eyes as she choked back a few sobs from where she leaned against the hearth. Why did she have to have feelings for
him? Why did it have to be Ryk? And how had it come to be that he know knew her most vulnerable secret? And how was she even to touch on that? Samuel had asked for days about how his father was doing, but she encouraged him to be patient, he would come.
But that was weeks ago. And even Samuel stopped asking about him, as if that whole time away was some sort of a bad dream. Though she worried for her son, and tried to ignore that time herself, but the nightmares would come.. for both him, and for her, so many nights they had spent together in the same bed. Tonight was the first night out of a string of them when he had fallen asleep in his own bed, too exhausted after an evening of play. Lightning lay at his feet, and Dylanna had watched him sleep sweetly before kissing the top of his forehead and wishing him and his wolf pup goodnight.
And now it was raining, and she, agitated beyond all belief. So when she stormed off and began to tear off her clothes behind the changing screen, she hadn't noticed the figure looming in the shadows. Boots had come off first, then her shirt, pants until she was in nothing but in her under garments that encased her soft, tanned body in a nearly translucent white shift. And the way the candle light danced across the wall, it made the attire scandalously translucent, and it was when she reached for the fastings that she heard a sudden creak in the floor board.
Dylanna went still, holding her breath as her shirt as half peeled off, almost nearly exposing herself. Then she saw the shadow, and her heart was in her throat. Green eyes looked around desperately, but all she saw was a gilded letter opening beside her desk. She'd have to run for it, but she'd have to take the risk. Leaping out from behind the changing screen, she dashed across the wooden floors. She saw the shadow move, it was swift, something glinted and then the letter opener was in her hand. Whirling around on her bare feet, she held out her weapon in a dangerous fashion, pointing it directly at the fiend in her room.
OOC: Tags to Aeyt!
