#jarieth

The night elf walked toward the cottage with her papers in hand. They needed to be signed and the Rat King wasn’t available. There was something unnerving about her going to the cottage. While she respected the Queen, she couldn’t help but recall the many times the King claimed her over and over. Sarinna shook her head and knocked on the door.

The nanny, Loli, opened the door and simply let Sarinna in. She knew better than to deny the King’s Right Hand. Sarinna didn’t speak to her but rather walked straight to the bedroom. She knocked and cracked the door open. She saw the King and Queen on their bed playing with the twins. The King held his son in his arms and lifted him over him. Both the child and the King were laughing and Sarinna was instantly reminded why she was uncomfortable being there: her secret.

For a moment, all Sarinna could see was the King lifting a little boy with light blue skin and lilac hair. His son. Her son. How old was he now? She hadn’t seen him a small while, but when she was away from him so long, she started to lose track. However, the King had never met his son. He had never met Jarieth. Oh, how she wanted to tell him. How would he react? She could take his hits and abuse, but would he hurt their son? That she wouldn’t allow, and neither would his adoptive mother. And the Queen? What would she say if she finally announced that the King had an older son? The true heir to the Kingdom, aside from his oldest daughter. It was too overwhelming the night elf and she simply wanted to scream it all out. So what if he did beat her to death. She would rather die, wouldn’t she? She had been telling herself that for years, but she still stood there with the King’s paperwork.

“What is it, Sarinna?” The Queen’s voice broke her trance and she blinked, looking at the royal family. 

“The King needs to sign this.” She walked into the room, walking toward the bed. The children looked up at her and the little boy reached out for Sarinna to hold him. The King passed him over while he grabbed the paperwork. The little boy hugged the night elf and Sarinna smiled warmly, holding him tightly. She glanced at the Queen’s envious eyes and she gently pulled the child back. Once the King was done signing, they exchanged once more.

While Sarinna examined the papers, the Queen sighed, “If you’re done, you can leave.” Sarinna looked at the Queen and the children, who were already climbing over their father. The night elf bowed and turned, taking one more glance back before she closed the door. She saw the four of them laughing and Sarinna sighed, walking away. 

mentions: @song-bxrd , @loveherdekay

“Cut it this way…good. Now, watch that corner. That’s my girl. There you go. You have cut out several owls. I have a feeling this will be your spirit animal. You seem to be attuned to them quite well. I’m proud of you, Sarinna.”

“Thanks daddy!”

Sarinna sat in the dingy corner of the home she was confined to, cutting small owls, just the way she was taught how, although she couldn’t remember who had taught her to do such a thing anymore. She had heard a few Ratz outside screaming and causing a fuss and she had to abandon the project for a moment to intervene, but when she returned, she noticed the King was not back yet. She had a few more trims to make and the small owls on the red paper were ready. Sarinna smiled and sighed. She missed Jarieth so much, even when she was sure she wasn’t thinking of him. In fact, she was. She had spoke to Kelah recently and she was assured that he was beyond fine.

She smiled when the owls came out the way she wanted them. She placed the tools and papers away and reached for a writing tool. On the small, tiny strands of paper, she wrote in Darnassian, “Jarieth Zalaen Vin’derarr.” She included the date and how old the child was and she hid the other owls in a small box, something she would send Kelah later for Jerieth.

Sarinna took a box of narcotics she had to restock and walked into the King and Mora’s room, turning to one the King’s crates to refill his medication. Deep beneath the drugs and weapons he housed there, she placed an envelope with the small owl. She would keep it there for as long as she could. The King would have memories of his son, even if he didn’t know that the child exist. “My little prince,” she whispered as she touched the envelope once more before placing the weapons and drugs over it. Sarinna sighed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

She took a deep breath and allowed herself two tears: one for her and one for her son. Then she wiped her eyes and returned back to work. There were more contracts to revisit and more assassinations to execute.