Thread: The unlikely duo! (QB X Ursa)

Yes, the Coven witch had been so kind as to tell 'everyone' about her apparent infatuation with him, going so far as to blabber on about how the two were star-crossed lovers. In fact, she had to be gagged every single time, yet he didn't like hearing her gagged screams either. Whether they were in masochistic pleasure or genuine agony he knew not, but he just wished this woman would close her yap! Roland was indeed the one who found her home, nestled within the ruins of an ancient keep, with moss growing over the stone walls. A humble little house filled with many magical trinkets, inscriptions and scrolls. When they crossed looks for the first time they were visibly entranced, but all that ended when he had proclaimed the warrant for her arrest. Had this been another world, the two would have truly fallen for each other. My faith alone can protect against your foul magicks, witch. he declared, a hint of weariness forming in his voice. He tried not to look back temptation would always gnaw at the back of his head. True, he was abstinent, but even a man's primal desires could be awakened with the right vision... And this is not a simple get-away. You are going to be executed. Have some modesty about yourself, you wanton wench. He tugged the chain a little bit, forcing her to take an extra step forward or to even lose her balance. All things in excess is considered a sin. he sighed, But you ought to know that, you loose-moraled woman. he said, tugging her close. Such cold and almost unwanting eyes... the two Duosme bowed as they reached the lower area. This was the execution chamber. The last moments of her life was going to take place here, after her confession her sentence would be carried out. Having witnessed or taken part in many executions before, he expected this to be no different defiant until the beginning, begging for mercy halfway as the pain became too great. Her execution was to be the four Sorrows, where she would be shackled down, each limb broken before letting her bleed out very slowly. It was never designed to be an execution, moreso to force a confession out of a dying person... Atleast, most of him was glad that she would be gone...this world purged from her wicked evils. He opened the door, but was profoundly surprised when he saw only the high Quinton, dressed in his regalia, standing before him. A-ah...your holiness Glenn. he said, kneeling in place. He pulled down rather harshly, almost forcing her to her knees. Stand, little one. commanded the old Inquisitor. He led her close, tugging along. Yet...he simply took the stockade she was bound with and, with a whisper to the lock, the bondage became undone as with a dull thud, the stockade fell. Y-Your holiness... he tried to speak out, drawing his mace and making a step towards her. Without the talisman...he was wide open to what foul magic she might wield. Stand down, Brother Roland. he commanded, his voice. Petrified by an unknown force, Roland relented. The Quinton looked right at the Mage. He showed no enthusiasm in this, yet... Brother Roland was more shocked than anything else where was the platform at which she was to be executed?! And why was the high Quinton here?