The Dark Fairy didn't have access to all of his character's memories, unfortunately. Narratively it made sense, of course. Whoever was placed in the character's role would have the tale's plot twists effectively ruined if they knew the villain's - or at least, supposed villain's - motivations and history from the start. Hadama accepted it calmly and moved forward as best he could with what little they did know, and he had, apparently, done a great deal of scrying beyond the kingdom's borders in the interim...
But had seen only shadows in his looking glass. Shadows and omens that all pointed to this night and this place.
"I will bring you a drink," he informed the baronness as she settled into a chair off to the side of the dancefloor, placing her cane across her knees as if to ward off any importunate would-be suitors. She nodded once and then settled in to watch the courtiers with rheumy eyes that dreamed of younger days.
It freed Hadama to move with an unhurried but steady pace to where the Knight stood guard. Useful, that she was so easily identified in her shining armor and gleaming white hair, though her height occasionally worked against him.
"Midnight," he murmured as he came to a halt by her side, nodding courteously from the plain facade of his illusion. "That is what I... apparently... learned. At the first stroke of the bells."
But had seen only shadows in his looking glass. Shadows and omens that all pointed to this night and this place.
"I will bring you a drink," he informed the baronness as she settled into a chair off to the side of the dancefloor, placing her cane across her knees as if to ward off any importunate would-be suitors. She nodded once and then settled in to watch the courtiers with rheumy eyes that dreamed of younger days.
It freed Hadama to move with an unhurried but steady pace to where the Knight stood guard. Useful, that she was so easily identified in her shining armor and gleaming white hair, though her height occasionally worked against him.
"Midnight," he murmured as he came to a halt by her side, nodding courteously from the plain facade of his illusion. "That is what I... apparently... learned. At the first stroke of the bells."
