The Next Generation

Zariah Be dangerous darling, for the world rises and falls at your feet. As Rexanna stands, two guards step out from the manor, NPC1 and NPC 4, blocking her path. Zariah continues to sit, admiring the view for a few moments longer before she too rises, holding her glass of wine in delicate fingers. ”I am so glad to hear you’ve come to your senses, Rexanna. I am certain you will be very pleased with Peter and the children that he will soon give you.” she said with a cold smile. ”Now, I am certain you would like your beauty rest in preparation for tomorrow. The guards and I shall lead you to your room for the evening where supper is already waiting for you.” she said. Clearly Zariah’s business was done, but Rexanna would not be allowed to leave. Oh no, how silly that would be. She just forced her hand, she wasn’t about to let her run away. If there was no fuss from Rex, she would be led through the winding halls of Launceleyn Manor to a small but comfortable room on the attic level. The only downside? No windows. Just thick stone walls. The only way in and out being the door, that the two guards would be carefully guarding.