Thread: Rise to Power

The chill and distance between Dru and her brother while she waited impatiently for him to leave her alone was so great that the Wall itself may as well have stood between them. After a long day of holding court and attempting to appease all of the members of the small council as well as a plethora of other influential lords and ladies who could prove pivotal in the battle over the throne that was quickly developing, the last thing that she wanted to deal with was Dominic and his childish whining. I deserve to rule, brother, no you. You won't take it away from me, not after how long I've had to wait and suffer just because I wasn't born with a cock dangling between my legs. Why couldn't he just understand that? And he wasn't content just with being selfish, oh no, he had to be arrogant besides that. That cocky and bemused look face on the young king's face as he smirked and stared down at her as if he knew some funny or clever secret that she wasn't privy to made Dru wish that she'd been trained in the martial arts. If I knew how to fight, I could smash his face into the side of the tub and see how amused he'd be then. For half a heartbeat Druscilla was tempted to give it a try regardless. She thought better of it and settled for rolling her eyes rudely as her brother continued to insist that the room was his by rights. Apparently Dominic was determined to harass her about the issue like a dog gnawing on a bone, and her patience had already worn thin. Enough! I've grown tired of your - wha!? Before Dru even fully realized what was happening, her body was being folded forwards and water was rushing up through her nostrils, into her mouth and down her throat. The water robbed her of her voice and made it impossible to breathe. Every ounce of courage and gracefulness melted away from her, being replaced by fear and panic as she tried to scream - which of course only made her take in more water and choke even worse. Water splashed all over as Dru flailed her limbs about in complete desperation but she had no strength in the awkward position that her brother had caught her in, not to mention the fact that he was deceptively strong. Never in a thousand years would she have expected that scrawny little boy to overpower her like that. Dru's hands finally managed to find one of Dom's arms, so she sunk her perfectly manicured nails through his sleeve and into his flesh as hard as she could manage until he finally let her come out for air. Matted red hair clung to her face as she coughed and spat out water and gasped for breath loudly, stripped of all of that royal dignity which she'd been draped in only moments earlier. HOW DARE YOU?! Druscilla roared as water dripped down from her face and hair and kept her from fully opening her eyes. She suddenly found herself terrified and overwhelmed by the instinct of fighting for her life. She pulled her right arm back and then swung as hard as she could manage at Dom's face, a clumsy strike somewhere between a slap and a punch. At the same time, the queen regent attempted to rise to her feet so that she might climb out of the tub and escape, too frightened to even care that she'd be exposing herself in front of him.