Day 11: A Touch of Poison
CW: Murder.
Rivalia paced around her personal study.. Though it was more akin to a library. Her role as Head Magister of the royal family brought some benefits.. But not enough as she would have liked. She bit nervously at her thumb, threatening to break the skin as she hissed.
Dammit⌠She looked at her desk, seeing a letter.. One she had managed to take from the Kingâs own chambers. Her teeth broke the skin, and she yelped as she started to bleed. She hissed as she swatted the letter awayâŚÂ
âHeâs going to replace meâŚâ She grunted, and slammed her fist into the desk. The floor trembled as pure magical energy shot into the desk. Fracturing the wood and scattering her supplies. She sweeped the same arm, knocking them away. âDammit⌠dammit!âÂ
She collapsed to her knees, and gripped at her head with her elbows against the desk. Her brilliant blue dress covered in ink stains.. Her notes scattering across the floor as she stifled a scream of frustration.
âHow could someone who just arrived prove themselves my superiorâŚ!?â She stood up, and growled⌠Strength surging into her arms, and hurling the desk to the side. The wind picking up around her, and aiding herâŚÂ
âDamn it all! My research was so close⌠A few months more and Iâd have unlocked the secrets of-!â She stopped, and looked over at one of the shelves. She quickly hurried over to it, and grabbed at a vial. She looked over it⌠Her own brew. A smile started to cross her face as she stumbled about the room. Grabbing at bits and pieces from around her study.
Her smile growing and growing as she sprinted here and there. She giggled, not even noticing a servant of the palace peeking inside.Â
âM-Maâam, are you-â He started, but Rivalia stopped in front of his face, and shoved a hastily made letter int ohis chest.
He stumbled back, caught off guard. He started to stammer, but Rivalia ushered him off. âMake sure that sees itself to itâs recipient!âÂ
She closed the door, and started about cleaning up her study⌠The man had a fame for being on time, and she didnât have long. She hurried and placed her desk back, and cleaned up the ink stains and thrown about notes. She was careful to fuck away her personal ones, she couldnât risk those getting out.
She stopped dead as she heard the footsteps and humming. Rivalia put her hands through her hair, and slowly straightened it out.. She took a deep breath, and sighed.. Taking a bottle of wine, she poured two glasses of a rich crimson wine. As the door opened, she turned and ushered her guest inside. A man with a purple streak in his hair, and a confident demeanorâŚ
A smugness she hated.Â
âAh, take a seat my friend⌠I just wished to discuss some of your own findings.â She motioned over to a chair.. Hiding a bottle of her own brew up her sleeve, having dipped three drops in the glass.
A drop to incapacitate.. Two to drive them mad.. Three to destroy their heart.
She held out a glass of wine as she stepped forward, and smiled. âA drink, and a toast my friend. To the continued love of the research of our world..â She smiled, and toasted with him⌠Smiling as he drank. âAnd to a new legacy in the makingâŚâ Rivalia chuckled.
She drank from her own cup as the man twitched in his seat for a moment, but smiled..
In just a few minutes, he would be gone. And months later..
The Witch of Dragonspyre hunted. For now however? She won. And she was basking in it~
