Chilfo Freeze
Emma Jean Stone
I want to thank Thareous for motivating me to write this next chapter! Carry on, vital readers!
Her mother was the Arm of Justice. A rare position for a female to obtain, and yet the King had seen promise within her. She was a skilled coordinator, and she had shown her true potential throughout the years. Ms. Montunaye took the position with pride, but in the back of her mind, she knew there would be some kind of trouble.
The ball had been the climax of that trouble. Ms. Montunaye stayed by the King's side, scoping out the place for any unwelcome visitors. The ball took place within the King's palace. Upon walking into the grand room, the room expanded almost eternally, opening up to a waltzing floor along with white-sheathed tables accompanying the sides. The King and Queen sat graciously in their throwns to the right of the room upon a dazzling platform of silver and gold.
"I shall dance with my lovely wife, the queen. Ms. Montunaye, keep guard." The King smiled at Ms. Montunaye and she both nodded and curtsied in reply. The King led his Queen down to the waltzing floor, and naturally everyone parted for their entrance.
While she looked about the room, she emitted a feminine, sensuous glow. It had been a shame that the father left her, for she could hold captive the heart of any man. As everybody waltzed on the dance floor of the grand room, not a thing seemed out of place. Ms. Montunaye smiled and sighed, content with her life.
"You," someone whispered gruffly from behind her, and as quickly as he said it, he wrapped his arm around her neck, the free hand covering her mouth. This man dragged her backwards, Ms. Montunaye struggling all the while. He forced her back so very slyly that no one had noticed her departure. He threw her up against a wall, her head smacking the brick. She tried to reach for her hidden dagger, but alas, the man trapped her hands above her head. Ms. Montunaye was vulnerable.
"How does a pretty little minx like you get the position that I've strived for my whole LIFE?" He spat the words in her face, letting her feel his torment. He gripped her hands tighter. He wore black clothing, his tousled blonde hair amassed and disheveled; he was young, and yet his strength was overwhelming. His feverish brown eyes delved into Ms. Montunaye's glare. She stood tall, not wanting to be shameful.
The man took a dagger out of his hilt and held it just over her heart. "A lady does not deserve a position such as yours. You're weak; a fool for accepting the position of the Arm of Justice!" He placed the sharp, crisp end of the dagger upon her bosom, sinking it in, drawing blood. Ms. Montunaye's heart could be heard from a mile away, pounding with the force of a broken dam.
"I will set you free, if you will. This is my life that you live in, therefore, I will be more than happy to take your position once you have vanished." A smirk formed on his lips, cruel and vile. He pushed the dagger deeper, and Ms. Montunaye gasped, her breath becoming short.
"I die with honor, Avhan. Do what you will."
"Then die you shall!" With great power, he dug the dagger into her chest, tearing the seams of her heart.
"Narinia..." she faintly whispered as she fell to the floor, Avhan letting go of the dagger. Blood poured and ran from the deadly wound.
"I am Avhan, and I shall be the Arm of Justice!" He threw his head back and opened his arms wide, smiling upwards. He finally held his rightful place. He looked down upon Ms. Montunaye, a facade of woe etched in his expression. For his final act, he would convince everyone that she had been ruthlessly murdered by an intruder.
The blood from the wound seeped into Ms. Montunaye's chiffon dress, and yet it was not affecting it in any way, for the blood happened to be the same shade of red of her final dress.
***
"Are you ready yet? Women..."
Shannon stood outside of Narinia's room in a noble ensemble; something he had stolen awhile ago, thinking that he would need it someday. He wore a black wool doublet with a pair of black chauses to match. His feet donned a pair of buckled boots, and he let a black cape seal the noble look.
He waited for Narinia to reveal the outfit of choice. He had stolen a red ensemble from a seamstress shoppe upon the merchant street. He also stole a fine pair of heels for her, slipping out the back door with ease. He loved his job; he was so very good at it.
"Almost ready," Narinia said from the other side of the door. She ran over to her nightstand and plucked a petal from the Tracelium, tucking it in the cleavage that her gown had revealed. Shannon leaned up against a wall, crossed his arms and sighed.
The door swung open and there stood a spitting image of Ms. Montunaye. This red gown was made of pure satin, which accented her slightly-tanned skin. The sweetheart neckline was tantalizingly revealing, and the corset wrapped gorgeously around her torso and waist, letting her feminine features flourish. The sleeves extended just past her hands, a black lace weaving an outline. From the waist, the deep red material flowed majestically to the floor, and with every step that Narinia took, it swayed along with her.
The gown was not the only thing that made her beauty magnificent. Narina's brown hair was slightly curled, and it softly fell to just below her bosom. It shined at the glint of light, as did her eyes. Her lips were full, and a dark red lipstick had been painted upon them, giving her a carnal aura. Any man that attended the Autumn Festival would fall to his knees upon first glance.
"I don't know, it may be too much for the Autumn Festival," Narinia said, with wavering thoughts in her mind.
Shannon's mouth had been slightly ajar until he caught himself. He quickly gained his composure.
"No, no. It's perfect. You're representing one of the many colors of the changing leaves." His eyes never left her while he spoke; just the fact that she had changed into a dress made her appearance change drastically.
Narinia's cheeks grew a bit red and she glanced away for a second. "Well alright, if you say so."
Shannon held out his hand to her, "the beautiful lady needs beautiful embellishments."
Narinia took his hand and nodded. They headed down the flight of stairs, Narinia holding up the length of her dress on the way. Shannon let go of her hand and went to stand behind the display counter of the jewelry shoppe.
"Ah, it seems we have a customer! Miss, what do you have in mind to accompany that radiant dress?" Shannon pretended to be a worker within the shoppe, so Narinia naturally giggled and went along with it.
"Well, sir. I'd love to have a necklace and earrings to match my mother's diamond pin." She pointed to the pin within the counter.
"Great choice, milady." Shannon smiled at her, his green eyes sparkling with vivacity. He reached down and delicately picked up the pin and placed it on the counter.
"Let's take a look at the diamonds, shall we?" He swept his arm in a gesture towards the diamonds of all sizes. Narinia knew this jewelry by heart, and yet she had no idea what to pick.
She looked up at Shannon and said, "You pick."
Shannon was caught by surprise, but after a few seconds, he smiled and nodded. "The lady shall get what she wants. Turn around."
Narinia did as she was told, turning around and waiting to see Shannon's choice. She held her hands together, fidgeting.
Shannon came up behind her and said, "Lift your hair and close your eyes."
Narinia did as she was told, sweeping her hair to the side and out of the way, swiftly closing her eyes. Shannon gently looped his arms over her head, placing the chosen diamond upon her neck and clasping the necklace together. Narinia felt a cool chill from the diamond, and involuntarily shivered at the feeling of Shannon's fingers at the back of her neck. She blushed once more.
"Okay, turn around and take a look." Shannon held up a mirror for her to peer into.
Narinia let down her hair and turned around. She slightly gasped at his choice, her eyes sparkling with admiration. The diamond was teardrop-shaped, diving simply on a silver chain at the center of her chest, just barely reaching the cleavage of her bosom.
"Earrings to match, milady." Shannon placed the mirror on the counter and held up a pair of diamond earrings, the same shape as the necklace but of a smaller size.
"Of couse, sir." Narinia took the earrings and placed them into her ears. Shannon picked up the mirror once again, and Narinia couldn't help but shed a tear. She knew that she looked like her mother; she was reminded of the last time that she had seen her on that fateful night.
"Thank you, Shannon." She threw her arms around his neck and hugged Shannon tightly. Again, he was a bit taken aback, but he encircled his arms about her and hugged her back.
"You deserve this, with the life you've had," he said to her as she stepped back from the embrace. He was being earnest, and she could tell. "The last piece to the puzzle..." Shannon picked up the diamond pin from the counter.
"May I?"
Narinia nodded, and Shannon placed the diamond within her hair, having brought back strands of hair to be held within the clasp. She smiled up at him, her eyes bouncing with joy. Shannon smiled and soaked in her beauty, not quite able to believe the transformation. He almost felt bad for subjecting her to stealing, but he would never admit that. He needed her to help him; her beauty would attract so many candidates.
Shannon walked to the entrance of the shoppe and opened the door for Narinia.
"Ladies first."
Narinia's heart skipped a couple beats as she realized that she was truly headed to the Autumn Festival. It would be her first time, and she could never look more stunning for her arrival. Her mind then wandered to the deal that she had struck with Shannon, and her mood dimmed a bit. She didn't have to steal from the Prince, right? There were other nobles attending that she could steal from; why did it have to be the Prince? If she got the chance to dance with him, that is...
Narinia stepped outside the shoppe and locked the door after Shannon had closed it. Shannon then took her hand in his, leading her across the street. Her heels clacked on the cobblestone road, and she prayed to the good Lord to not let her fall.
"A mask, Narinia. That's all we need, and then we begin."
"Right." Narinia nodded once, signaling to him that she knew what her duty was, despite the fact that she had a slightly different plan in mind.
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EDIT: I took Myriad's post into consideration, so I decided to change up the intro to the chapter a bit. ^^
Chapter 5
Her mother was the Arm of Justice. A rare position for a female to obtain, and yet the King had seen promise within her. She was a skilled coordinator, and she had shown her true potential throughout the years. Ms. Montunaye took the position with pride, but in the back of her mind, she knew there would be some kind of trouble.
The ball had been the climax of that trouble. Ms. Montunaye stayed by the King's side, scoping out the place for any unwelcome visitors. The ball took place within the King's palace. Upon walking into the grand room, the room expanded almost eternally, opening up to a waltzing floor along with white-sheathed tables accompanying the sides. The King and Queen sat graciously in their throwns to the right of the room upon a dazzling platform of silver and gold.
"I shall dance with my lovely wife, the queen. Ms. Montunaye, keep guard." The King smiled at Ms. Montunaye and she both nodded and curtsied in reply. The King led his Queen down to the waltzing floor, and naturally everyone parted for their entrance.
While she looked about the room, she emitted a feminine, sensuous glow. It had been a shame that the father left her, for she could hold captive the heart of any man. As everybody waltzed on the dance floor of the grand room, not a thing seemed out of place. Ms. Montunaye smiled and sighed, content with her life.
"You," someone whispered gruffly from behind her, and as quickly as he said it, he wrapped his arm around her neck, the free hand covering her mouth. This man dragged her backwards, Ms. Montunaye struggling all the while. He forced her back so very slyly that no one had noticed her departure. He threw her up against a wall, her head smacking the brick. She tried to reach for her hidden dagger, but alas, the man trapped her hands above her head. Ms. Montunaye was vulnerable.
"How does a pretty little minx like you get the position that I've strived for my whole LIFE?" He spat the words in her face, letting her feel his torment. He gripped her hands tighter. He wore black clothing, his tousled blonde hair amassed and disheveled; he was young, and yet his strength was overwhelming. His feverish brown eyes delved into Ms. Montunaye's glare. She stood tall, not wanting to be shameful.
The man took a dagger out of his hilt and held it just over her heart. "A lady does not deserve a position such as yours. You're weak; a fool for accepting the position of the Arm of Justice!" He placed the sharp, crisp end of the dagger upon her bosom, sinking it in, drawing blood. Ms. Montunaye's heart could be heard from a mile away, pounding with the force of a broken dam.
"I will set you free, if you will. This is my life that you live in, therefore, I will be more than happy to take your position once you have vanished." A smirk formed on his lips, cruel and vile. He pushed the dagger deeper, and Ms. Montunaye gasped, her breath becoming short.
"I die with honor, Avhan. Do what you will."
"Then die you shall!" With great power, he dug the dagger into her chest, tearing the seams of her heart.
"Narinia..." she faintly whispered as she fell to the floor, Avhan letting go of the dagger. Blood poured and ran from the deadly wound.
"I am Avhan, and I shall be the Arm of Justice!" He threw his head back and opened his arms wide, smiling upwards. He finally held his rightful place. He looked down upon Ms. Montunaye, a facade of woe etched in his expression. For his final act, he would convince everyone that she had been ruthlessly murdered by an intruder.
The blood from the wound seeped into Ms. Montunaye's chiffon dress, and yet it was not affecting it in any way, for the blood happened to be the same shade of red of her final dress.
***
"Are you ready yet? Women..."
Shannon stood outside of Narinia's room in a noble ensemble; something he had stolen awhile ago, thinking that he would need it someday. He wore a black wool doublet with a pair of black chauses to match. His feet donned a pair of buckled boots, and he let a black cape seal the noble look.
He waited for Narinia to reveal the outfit of choice. He had stolen a red ensemble from a seamstress shoppe upon the merchant street. He also stole a fine pair of heels for her, slipping out the back door with ease. He loved his job; he was so very good at it.
"Almost ready," Narinia said from the other side of the door. She ran over to her nightstand and plucked a petal from the Tracelium, tucking it in the cleavage that her gown had revealed. Shannon leaned up against a wall, crossed his arms and sighed.
The door swung open and there stood a spitting image of Ms. Montunaye. This red gown was made of pure satin, which accented her slightly-tanned skin. The sweetheart neckline was tantalizingly revealing, and the corset wrapped gorgeously around her torso and waist, letting her feminine features flourish. The sleeves extended just past her hands, a black lace weaving an outline. From the waist, the deep red material flowed majestically to the floor, and with every step that Narinia took, it swayed along with her.
The gown was not the only thing that made her beauty magnificent. Narina's brown hair was slightly curled, and it softly fell to just below her bosom. It shined at the glint of light, as did her eyes. Her lips were full, and a dark red lipstick had been painted upon them, giving her a carnal aura. Any man that attended the Autumn Festival would fall to his knees upon first glance.
"I don't know, it may be too much for the Autumn Festival," Narinia said, with wavering thoughts in her mind.
Shannon's mouth had been slightly ajar until he caught himself. He quickly gained his composure.
"No, no. It's perfect. You're representing one of the many colors of the changing leaves." His eyes never left her while he spoke; just the fact that she had changed into a dress made her appearance change drastically.
Narinia's cheeks grew a bit red and she glanced away for a second. "Well alright, if you say so."
Shannon held out his hand to her, "the beautiful lady needs beautiful embellishments."
Narinia took his hand and nodded. They headed down the flight of stairs, Narinia holding up the length of her dress on the way. Shannon let go of her hand and went to stand behind the display counter of the jewelry shoppe.
"Ah, it seems we have a customer! Miss, what do you have in mind to accompany that radiant dress?" Shannon pretended to be a worker within the shoppe, so Narinia naturally giggled and went along with it.
"Well, sir. I'd love to have a necklace and earrings to match my mother's diamond pin." She pointed to the pin within the counter.
"Great choice, milady." Shannon smiled at her, his green eyes sparkling with vivacity. He reached down and delicately picked up the pin and placed it on the counter.
"Let's take a look at the diamonds, shall we?" He swept his arm in a gesture towards the diamonds of all sizes. Narinia knew this jewelry by heart, and yet she had no idea what to pick.
She looked up at Shannon and said, "You pick."
Shannon was caught by surprise, but after a few seconds, he smiled and nodded. "The lady shall get what she wants. Turn around."
Narinia did as she was told, turning around and waiting to see Shannon's choice. She held her hands together, fidgeting.
Shannon came up behind her and said, "Lift your hair and close your eyes."
Narinia did as she was told, sweeping her hair to the side and out of the way, swiftly closing her eyes. Shannon gently looped his arms over her head, placing the chosen diamond upon her neck and clasping the necklace together. Narinia felt a cool chill from the diamond, and involuntarily shivered at the feeling of Shannon's fingers at the back of her neck. She blushed once more.
"Okay, turn around and take a look." Shannon held up a mirror for her to peer into.
Narinia let down her hair and turned around. She slightly gasped at his choice, her eyes sparkling with admiration. The diamond was teardrop-shaped, diving simply on a silver chain at the center of her chest, just barely reaching the cleavage of her bosom.
"Earrings to match, milady." Shannon placed the mirror on the counter and held up a pair of diamond earrings, the same shape as the necklace but of a smaller size.
"Of couse, sir." Narinia took the earrings and placed them into her ears. Shannon picked up the mirror once again, and Narinia couldn't help but shed a tear. She knew that she looked like her mother; she was reminded of the last time that she had seen her on that fateful night.
"Thank you, Shannon." She threw her arms around his neck and hugged Shannon tightly. Again, he was a bit taken aback, but he encircled his arms about her and hugged her back.
"You deserve this, with the life you've had," he said to her as she stepped back from the embrace. He was being earnest, and she could tell. "The last piece to the puzzle..." Shannon picked up the diamond pin from the counter.
"May I?"
Narinia nodded, and Shannon placed the diamond within her hair, having brought back strands of hair to be held within the clasp. She smiled up at him, her eyes bouncing with joy. Shannon smiled and soaked in her beauty, not quite able to believe the transformation. He almost felt bad for subjecting her to stealing, but he would never admit that. He needed her to help him; her beauty would attract so many candidates.
Shannon walked to the entrance of the shoppe and opened the door for Narinia.
"Ladies first."
Narinia's heart skipped a couple beats as she realized that she was truly headed to the Autumn Festival. It would be her first time, and she could never look more stunning for her arrival. Her mind then wandered to the deal that she had struck with Shannon, and her mood dimmed a bit. She didn't have to steal from the Prince, right? There were other nobles attending that she could steal from; why did it have to be the Prince? If she got the chance to dance with him, that is...
Narinia stepped outside the shoppe and locked the door after Shannon had closed it. Shannon then took her hand in his, leading her across the street. Her heels clacked on the cobblestone road, and she prayed to the good Lord to not let her fall.
"A mask, Narinia. That's all we need, and then we begin."
"Right." Narinia nodded once, signaling to him that she knew what her duty was, despite the fact that she had a slightly different plan in mind.
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EDIT: I took Myriad's post into consideration, so I decided to change up the intro to the chapter a bit. ^^
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Aw, Shannon can be such a gentleman when he tries. My love triangle senses are tingling... 
Once again, a wonderful chapter, Chilfo! I can't get over how well this is written, and the details are just as stunning as ever. Keep it up! :>
And it was so good! I loved that begining part! I can't wait for more! <3
I just saw something that stands out. You should get rid of the it before no one. 