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Halfway held in place by ice that had grown up around him through the ages, and halfway held in place by thick chains wrapped around his wrists and stretching to opposite sides of the cave of ice, the Dragon King was pale as the ice around him. His pitch black hair stood out against the ice, and painful red welts and sores all over his naked, emaciated body were like beacons. A pair of horns grew from his head, red like frozen blood, and four webbed spikes that were the same colour grew from right behind pointed ears. His head was down and he didn't stir, and if it wasn't for the condensing air with every breath he might as well have been dead.
"Are you certain that you wish to do this, my lady?" Elisee turned to her queen, wringing her hands in worry. They stood on the balcony high above the pit where the... the creature was, and she didn't want to go closer. She didn't want anyone ever to get closer to that taint on the world. That a queen should want to speak with a thing like that was... unthinkable!
As a Sister of the Guard she didn't think that this was a good idea, and she brought her magic up to the surface, ready to use at a moment's notice. Eight hundred years might have passed since the Defeat of Dragons, but the creature wasn't known as the Dragon King for nothing. Elisee had been warned against him all her life.
The captured creature, a mocking of humanity, stayed where he was chained in place by both magicked shackles and magical ice. Only whisps of fog in front of his face and the bleeding sores showed that he was even alive. The cold of the cave was horrendous, biting and abnormal, penetrating through even the thickest clothes and deep into the marrow.
Elisee wrung her hands and looked around the room in search for an answer. All she got was the icy darkness and the captured creature and the queen. There was nothing and no-one here that could tell her what to do right now. To have anyone not of the Guard enter the Prison was rare. To have anyone not of the Guard wanting to try to speak to the creature was even rarer but not totally unheard of, but most of those had been scholars and historians and young fools who wanted adventure and treasure and fame. A queen on the other hand was unheard of.
"The creature doesn't speak often, I haven't heard its voice in all my time here, my lady," she bit her lip in worry. "Nor is it a good idea to let it speak, for it might cast a spell on you with words alone for all we know. The magical skills of its kind have long since been forgotten. Please, my lady, won't you reconsider speaking with the beast? I can have a cup of warm broth on the fire within the candle-mark if we leave this cold, dark place now. Please?"
It wasn't just worry for the queen that had her gesturing back towards the door and the stone corridors beyond. It was worry for herself and what would happen if the queen got hurt while here. The Champion had definitely not given his blessing for this at all.
"Are you certain that you wish to do this, my lady?" Elisee turned to her queen, wringing her hands in worry. They stood on the balcony high above the pit where the... the creature was, and she didn't want to go closer. She didn't want anyone ever to get closer to that taint on the world. That a queen should want to speak with a thing like that was... unthinkable!
As a Sister of the Guard she didn't think that this was a good idea, and she brought her magic up to the surface, ready to use at a moment's notice. Eight hundred years might have passed since the Defeat of Dragons, but the creature wasn't known as the Dragon King for nothing. Elisee had been warned against him all her life.
The captured creature, a mocking of humanity, stayed where he was chained in place by both magicked shackles and magical ice. Only whisps of fog in front of his face and the bleeding sores showed that he was even alive. The cold of the cave was horrendous, biting and abnormal, penetrating through even the thickest clothes and deep into the marrow.
Elisee wrung her hands and looked around the room in search for an answer. All she got was the icy darkness and the captured creature and the queen. There was nothing and no-one here that could tell her what to do right now. To have anyone not of the Guard enter the Prison was rare. To have anyone not of the Guard wanting to try to speak to the creature was even rarer but not totally unheard of, but most of those had been scholars and historians and young fools who wanted adventure and treasure and fame. A queen on the other hand was unheard of.
"The creature doesn't speak often, I haven't heard its voice in all my time here, my lady," she bit her lip in worry. "Nor is it a good idea to let it speak, for it might cast a spell on you with words alone for all we know. The magical skills of its kind have long since been forgotten. Please, my lady, won't you reconsider speaking with the beast? I can have a cup of warm broth on the fire within the candle-mark if we leave this cold, dark place now. Please?"
It wasn't just worry for the queen that had her gesturing back towards the door and the stone corridors beyond. It was worry for herself and what would happen if the queen got hurt while here. The Champion had definitely not given his blessing for this at all.