Honestly. Of the Blood they might be, and high up at that, but none of the sons in this family were attractive at all. Not strong, either. The heir to the throne reminded her strongly of a weasel.
The girls were little better. One, the third daughter, was pretty, in a faded, wraithlike type of way, and walked with a grace that made her a promising dancer, but the others were rather sad, hunched things. And all far too thin.
The youngest child was worth bringing along, too. The skinny ones always made picturesque decorations around the place, and this one's shining brown-gold hair and wide, scared grey eyes carried a vague charm. Their father and the vacant-eyed female that had once been his wife kneel at her feet. She had had too great an influence on him. The removal of two of his daughters, and the calm destruction of his wife's mind matter nothing to this man now, not when his Great Mistress stands before him.
Assured of his undying loyalty - how can he be anything but when he loves her so deeply? Graendal opens the portal, sending her two newest decorations ahead of her.
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Date: 2006-01-09 02:47 pm (UTC)Honestly. Of the Blood they might be, and high up at that, but none of the sons in this family were attractive at all. Not strong, either. The heir to the throne reminded her strongly of a weasel.
The girls were little better. One, the third daughter, was pretty, in a faded, wraithlike type of way, and walked with a grace that made her a promising dancer, but the others were rather sad, hunched things. And all far too thin.
The youngest child was worth bringing along, too. The skinny ones always made picturesque decorations around the place, and this one's shining brown-gold hair and wide, scared grey eyes carried a vague charm. Their father and the vacant-eyed female that had once been his wife kneel at her feet. She had had too great an influence on him. The removal of two of his daughters, and the calm destruction of his wife's mind matter nothing to this man now, not when his Great Mistress stands before him.
Assured of his undying loyalty - how can he be anything but when he loves her so deeply? Graendal opens the portal, sending her two newest decorations ahead of her.
All in all, a profitable day.