charning | chatelaine of cair paravel

In the wood, near but not too near the Lantern, drives a sledge, drawn by a reindeer under the whip of a Dwarf, and carrying a woman, of sorts. She is taller, and paler, and somehow - grander, more terrible, colder even than the deep winter through which she rides. The furs are decorative; she wears nothing over her ears, which, were she human, would spell frostbite given how long she has been on this ride.

The harness-bells jingle tinnily.

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pythbox

He laughs.

"I like you," he declares, reaching into the jar for another jelly bean.

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charning

She smiles. "Perhaps you should like to learn a thing or two about putting one's enemies to death, and help me with a few of mine."

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pythbox

"That," says Winter, popping the jellybean into his mouth and crunching down on it, "sounds fantastic."

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charning

"Excellent. You shall have the finest weapons, and you shall be my assassin," says the Queen.

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pythbox

Winter beams.

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charning

Jadis resumes idly toying with his curls.

After something like half an hour, they arrive at her home, a castle so pointy it looks ready to carve great rents in the sky surrounded by a garden of stone creatures in postures combative or terrified, and she and Winter dismount the sledge and the dwarf takes it and the reindeer to put them away, and she begins issuing orders to other assorted minions of all shapes and sizes except human. She commands quarters prepared for Winter, and a suitable assassin's livery, and arranges lessons for him with the quartermaster, and instructs a specter of some sort to conduct him on a tour of the castle.

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pythbox

Winter follows the specter cheerfully, jar of jellybeans held protectively against his stomach. There are only a handful or so left.

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charning

The specter shows off halls of statuary, and the throne room, and where he will be learning to stab and club various sorts of the Queen's enemies to death, and the dining hall where she eats with whoever is favored of an evening, and the servants' quarters, and the chamber where he will be staying "so long as Her Imperial Majesty allows", and a vault of treasure which is quite easy to open and look inside, but of course all of the treasure is surrounded further within the vault, by a wall of magic, which prevents any light-fingered servitors from absconding with it. Winter is not shown the Queen's personal chambers, but there is plenty else to see.

Edited Date: 2013-06-22 10:50 pm (UTC)

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pythbox

Winter runs up and touches the magic wall, just to see what happens.

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charning

He is violently thrown back, clear through the insubstantial specter and against a non-magical wall, and his hand smarts with electricity.

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pythbox

He giggles. The jar of jellybeans is empty by this time, so he doesn't mind it breaking.

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charning

"Her Majesty does not like thievery," advises the specter.

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pythbox

"I can tell," laughs Winter.

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charning

"Come, you have yet to see the dungeons," the specter says, and it shows Winter the dungeons. They are not well-populated, but there are a few creatures here - a Badger, a Dryad, a unicorn with her horn sawed off - who are locked away in the hopes that they may yet break and disclose information to their captors.

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pythbox

Winter is impressed by the dungeons! They're very dungeony.

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alicornucopia

"Son of Adam?" inquires the Badger weakly. "A Son of Adam - here?"

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pythbox

"Huh?" says Winter.

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alicornucopia

"A boy, a human boy," says the Unicorn, "and in the Witch's Dungeon."

The Dryad seems too overcome with despair to speak.

"Don't listen to the prisoners," advises the specter loftily.

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pythbox

Winter shrugs. "I'm hungry, are there more jellybeans?"

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alicornucopia

"I have never seen a confection like what you were eating before today," says the Specter.

The Badger sobs quietly.

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pythbox

"Guess I'll have to ask the queen, then," he says serenely.

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alicornucopia

The Specter nods, relaxing.

"Son of Adam," says the Unicorn. "As you value your life - you must fly from this place -"

The specter reaches in the unicorn's direction, and does no visible thing, but the Unicorn screams softly and falls silent, backing away as far as her chains allow.