Finding Oneself in the Fallen

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Finding Oneself in the Fallen

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Gideon scaled the house like he had a million times before, this time, unlike any other, frantic energy fueled him to reach the window of his childhood friend. He could see the mob in the distance, their chatter a buzz in the air. That sight increased the urgency of his reaching for the next handhold, his upper body strength pulling him up quickly to find the partially opened window which he eased open. Devlin’s room was nearby, and Gideon did not want anyone else in the house to be tipped off. He had decided the family deserved what was coming to them when he heard the stirring of the uprising weeks ago… Phoenix, though, she was innocent.

Hey there, Firebird, time to wake up,” his voice endowments he had taken a few years ago to help train the dogs was, hopefully, reaching the woman in her sleep. As he spoke, he pulled his satchel off his shoulders and pulled out leggings, a tunic, and thin boots that would be comfortable enough to travel in. “Come on, please?

It was the insistence in his voice that caused the eyes that were a more blue shade than his own to flicker open (or so he would forever believe), and he gave her a weak smile while she frowned back at him. “Gideon, what on Earth?

Wincing at her confused voice that was enhanced by the women who had been forced to provide the princess with their attribute, he averted his eyes. The glamour had the most intense effect when she looked directly at him and she was breathtakingly beautiful. Tossing her the clothing, he simply stated: “I don’t have time to explain, Firebird, not yet anyway. Put these on and a dress overtop and hurry, please? We need to get out of here.” A pause gave him a chance to swallow down the lump forming in the back of his throat and he turned away from her to give her a sense of modesty. “Bring the veil, but don’t put it on, okay?

Thankfully, the princess gave him little to no resistance and quickly slipped into the clothes he gave her before sliding a simple garment in dark blue (which looked nearly black in the darkness) that had a more loose fit, one used for spending time at home. She’ll never have to wear anything but casual clothes from now on, the kennel boy thought to himself wryly before throwing a few things he suspected would be missed in her new life. The Days caught his attention with the gaze that seemed to never blink. “There isn’t any chance you’ll keep this out of her history, is there?

The Days simply looked at him, neither confirming nor denying his inquiry.

Sighing, the man risked a glance at Phoenix before smiling softly and holding his arm out for her to slide under right as there was a resounding crash that echoed through the halls of the impressive home that Alun Lee kept. “They are here…

The thin and slight woman jumped and hid under her friend’s arm, looking up at him with eyes that would lack any real fear if he looked down at her. “Who is here, Gideon? What is happening?

The disgruntled.” The reply was simple as he started leading his charge with her Days in two from her room for the last time, stepping back into the doorway only once to let two of the maids run screaming past. Following the maids were two men who seemed to cackle as they chased, a malicious look glinting in their eyes. “Sparkle and shine, Firebird. If anyone comes up to us, tell them to go away, alright?

She simply nodded, squaring her shoulders under his arm that he hoped was comforting. They did not run, instead, the princess seemed to glide through the halls of the home and, once they started descending the stairs, Gideon lowered his point of contact which was beginning to feel awkward and almost too familiar against the small royal.

There were so many people rushing past them, it was beginning to be hard to keep together as a group, the Days first falling behind. Gideon noticed Phoenix did not flinch when she heard her brother’s name screamed in her mother’s shrill voice, nor did she give the staff, who were clearly dead based on the blood that pooled around their bloody bodies, a second look. The kennel boy stopped in his tracks, pushed aside by one of those trying to get to Alun, and watched as the woman he was trying to protect grab an arm of a younger man who stood a foot taller than her and he stared at her enraptured by her beauty. Not able to hear what was said, he watched as the commoner nodded and began to prowl away, a target clearly in mind.

He was starting to think she might have actually known what was happening all along...

Catching up to the princess was easy as the men were starting to stumble as she passed them, their eyes wide and focused on the notorious beauty of the woman considered too beautiful for normal eyes to behold. Once her face was out of sight, the men shook their heads and carried on toward the upper floors of the home where the Lord and Lady would be found.

I have arranged for someone to meet you in the next town, his name is Caelum and he has been one of my closest friends, other than you, for years. Ride west, then south. He’ll be waiting for you at noon.” He tried desperately to convey that there would be people searching for her, some wanting her dead on her way there, and others hoping to find her alive if she never made it to her location. “The horse is strong and fast… he is also not one of your family’s, so you won’t immediately be recognized. Have a good life, Firebird. I’ll come find you as soon as I can.

Once they were outside and the black horse was visible, Gideon felt the slight hand press on his shoulder and lips pressed a kiss on his smooth cheek. Blushing, he looked down and away from the intensity of her endowments. Hearing her sniff of a laugh, she squeezed his arm and walked toward the gelding. “Do not die, my… friend.” There was a sadness in her voice which trailed off as she looked upward to see flickering lights coming from her parents’ room. With a menacing tone, she muttered “May Fire take you both.

Before Gideon could process what was said, his friend had mounted and kicked the well-trained horse onward, urging the animal (which she would later realize had the same colouration as the wavy strands that hid behind her hood) onward.

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Phoenix Lee did know exactly what had happened to her family and the now burning estate. She had orchestrated the entire event through the power of suggestion and pillow talk over the last two months since her eighteenth birthday. She had been considered an adult for two years, at least by her country’s standards, and the treatment her “family” had been subjecting her to over the course of those final years had become increasingly more vicious. Nothing was ever good enough for Alun or Carisse, even the perfect behaviour was rife with problems in their eyes.

The Lord and Lady Lee raised Phoenix to be a manipulator and every violent act used in the process of grooming her had been ruminated over every night as she stared at the ceiling from her uncomfortable bed. The only way to purge herself of the Darkling Glories in her mind was to raze the Lee property… and if it did not keep the nightmares at bay, it would at least give her the satisfaction of never having to see a single person who was complicit in her torture ever again.

Lord Lee had sent his only daughter to gain alliances from major houses in hopes that he could gain their support in the attempt to overthrow his oldest (and much beloved) brother, the King. The crown did not sit on his head because of some divine intervention, thus the youngest brother believed it was one that could be seized. What he did not understand was how loyal people were to the replacement monarch once Gaborn had expired, something Phoenix happily kept to herself when reporting back after completing her “missions”. Alun was selling her while keeping vital information about who she was and why she was so tempting to the men who purchased her, whether to escort them to an event or their bed was up to the consumer.

Even the strongest rock would break under the right force unless reinforced by rune magic and, should that support ever eroded away without being replaced, even that impenetrable stone could be toppled. Phoenix prided herself in her strength despite the life she was given, she never broke down publicly, saving her weak moments for when she was alone with her Days. Many nights were spent rocking in a corner, muttering her mantra about her story being told. No one would ever read the story about a missing princess who was tragically murdered when her traitorous parents were destroyed, but that did not matter to the Runelord. The story was told including the moment when she found out who she really was and what her father was up to. That was when the strong woman broke and started formulating her plan.

That night would be burned into her memory forever. She had been walking from the library to her bedroom knowing her curfew was rapidly approaching. The trip across the house passed by her father’s office (a place that gave her chills every time she walked the hall) and tonight, the gravelly voice of the man who raised her was nearly shouting, a sound that endowments picked up clearly. She paused far enough away to listen while still having the ability to look as though she was scurrying back to her bedroom to avoid the lash should they leave the room.

This pregnancy will ruin us, Carisse. We need to do something about it before Quentin hears about it. There will be no hiding what his precious little princess has been doing in the pursuit of power. That little whore will keep us off the throne!

Alun, please, keep your voice down. I do not know if she even realizes her moontime is late, she is such a stupid girl. Do you really think this is the best way for her to find out Quentin’s foolish choice to name her heir? I dealt with the other problem by putting something in her dinner. She will wake up to a mess, true, but it will be less of one for us later.

Did you visit the apothecary?” Alun’s voice was filled with pride when he made the inquiry and Phoenix did not need to see the smile to hear it.

Yes, I told the old hag it was for me and she gave me a heavy dose with instructions and what to expect.” Carisse’s voice was haughty, the sneer on her face audible. Phoenix could picture the woman swirling her wine in the goblet. “It will be a few days until you can send her out again, though. Her body needs to flush the… accident. Please remind your customers about the rules, hm?

She had heard enough and even her Days was giving her a sympathetic look. The people who were supposed to protect her poisoned her for their own needs and lied to her for years about who she was (which Gideon would later tell her the entire staff knew). Lord and Lady Lee told her she was evil and a monster for killing her sister at birth, so she decided it was the perfect time to show them just how much of a monster she was. The best way to do this was to outplay them.

They made it too easy.

Over the course of the next three weeks, Phoenix made suggestions about the possibility of a revolution to each and every one of her appointments, asking what they thought of it. “Are you supporting my father?” The question was asked while she traced circles through the hair on their chests, adding innocently when they asked what she was talking about: “Oh, have I said too much?

Men were not stupid once the blood returned to their brains. They figured out Alun’s plan as a community and word spread like wildfire. Much like the one that currently consumed the home she grew up in.

After an hour of riding, Phoenix pulled the reins of the beautiful beast with the smoothest gait she had ever encountered. Pivoting the horse on its rear right leg, the Runelord caught her first glimpse of the flames that lit up the night sky and she let out a quiet laugh before dismounting to rid herself of the dress that made movement difficult with the leathers underneath. Once unencumbered, a delicate hand lifted and rubbed the space between his eyes as she hummed happily to the beautiful boy. There was just enough light from the moon that she was able to get a good look at the brand on his upper thigh. It was not one that she recognized, though it would later become one that meant so much to her.

Avoiding any further delay, the runaway princess mounted her steed and used her heels to encourage forward movement. West, then south… on to her new life.
"When love cast me out, it was cruelty who took pity on me."
~ Comtesse Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève
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