Thread: Puppet Princess {Fate & billiam}

Who's left now? demanded the woman perched on the throne. She dangled a scepter between fine fingers, giving it a slight twirl occasionally. It was certainly an improvement over the small wand they'd given her as court magician. Oh yes, that career worked perfectly, right until those fools had crossed the line, had done the inexcusable and started questioning her methods. Now they would learn the folly of their ways in the great beyond. Most of the supporters have been placate or eliminated, responded a soldier. Young. easy to mold, as Azalea preferred all her associates. Not exactly her type though, as he had certain... equipment issues. He'd due in a pinch though. Good, good, she said. Azalea hopped from the throne, grinning. That had been the plan, to eliminate the royals and set herself up as the new ruler. Should work well enough too, especially with the next stage of her plan. Which reminded the witch... she turned to the soldier. Where's the princess? The soldier shifted, licking his lips. Doubtless he'd heard the rumors about Azalea's... habits. How she had a tendency toward taking pretty maids and making them, well, less maidenly. She couldn't help it if they were oh so delicious, oh so tantalizing, and that they screamed oh so well. and to think that things were going to get even better in mere moments. She's awaiting judgment in the dungeon, per your request, he replied. Azalea grinned. The dungeon. That cold, dank, soulless pit that she'd personally improved over her short term here. The king and queen had protested that too, not seeing why such a peaceful kingdom needed such a place. especially not seeing why such a place needed the various things that Azalea had sent down there. Should work well for her now. Good, the witch said. She took a few steps toward the soldier, lightly tapping him with the scepter and muttering words. Now go have yourself a good time. Another bewitching smile, and the new ruler of the kingdom strolled through her halls. Past her treasures, pausing to wave at her servants. One or two caught her eye, but there would be time for them later. A greater treasure yet awaited her. Finally, the witch reached the dungeon. she waved aside the dutiful keepers, both as young and malleable as her new captain. A muttered command to leave, and both would wait silently at the entrance, blissfully unaware of anything else that would occur inside. No good having things interrupted, after all. Then the witch strolled through the dank halls, still waving her wand. A cheerful little tune started from her, her clear voice humming it as she approached the cell, stopping to look through the bars at the princess within. Enjoying your stay, your majesty? called the witch. She placed a hand upon one hip, jauntily tilting it to the side as she leaned forward. Her turquoise hair almost seemed to flicker in the dim lights, and her toothy smile would look ravishing under any circumstances, certainly. the position had to help display certain... other features. Now the witch tapped the bars with her scepter. I trust things have gone well? No complaints? A pause, and she grinned at her captive. OoC okay, they are seriously not all going to be this large. Has to do with setting the scene and all