Thread: Brave New World (Razgriz x darkangel76)

Her thoughts swirled as she sat there in her gauzy white attirebody perched on the edge of her seat, while her tiny hands gripped its edgepondering how events unfolded as they did. Ah, but Helena Dorian knew. Her mind was always working, the synapses firing as she analyzed every situation before her, every possible road to be traveled, every path that could possibly be traversed. And so many had presented themselves over her twenty-two years. To think it had finally come to this. Her blue eyes fluttered and she steeled a glance at the proud man sitting beside her. Ever so subtly, she moved a bit closer, her lips quirking up into the barest hint of a smile. Helena's thoughts of her pastso much strife and hardshipwere interrupted when their advisor spoke. His voice cut her to the bone. Was there anything else indeed! Oh, there was plenty. She could think of so many from the past who were deserving of her wrath and fury now that she could properly inflict it. But patience was needed if her strikes were to be true and fatal and it was no way to gain respect orher cheeks flushed slightly at the thoughtpower. Biting down on her lower lip, Helena's smile broadened. She thought on how much she'd overcome in the past few years, how much her life had changed and for the better. No one would keep her down. Not a soul. She would take that knife and be the last face they saw as she plunged it deep into the hearts of those who claimed she'd never become anything, would remain a nobody for all time. She giggled softly, a tiny sigh rolling over her lips as she glanced over at her King. I do believe there is one thing, my lord, Helena said, her icy eyes locking to those of the radiant man beside her. She tilted her head blonde locks cascading over slender shoulders making her appear as angelic as ever. I've been meaning to speak to you about a particular matter regarding Charles Vincent. Her voice got softer the more she spoke the hushed tones a means of indicating the seriousness of this issue, at least to her. Helena hated Charles Vincent with every fiber of her soul, the name making chills run along her spine, her very blood to boil as screams pounded against her skull. Visions of her fingers tearing at his flesh as he died a painfully slow death made her smile inwardly, but as of now, she knew he was sitting somewhere hidden away with his friends and companions. Only... she knew where he was hidden. Her smile grew at that thought. That selfish bastard! Couldn't even help a girl and her father! To think a silly and pointless revolution was more important! It only showed where his loyalties lied and where his priorities were. But she showed him in the end. After all, she was now sitting next to the King and he was out there... Charles Vincent, I do believe is a threat to the peace you are trying to maintain, Helena continued. Quietly, gently, she let her small hand move to rest against her King's thigh. He has been gathering supplies, more importantly, weapons, my lord. Her expression became one of worry, of fear. He could be trouble and he has no heart. He is everything you are against, seeking to cause rebellion and... Her voice trailed as she bit down on her lower lip, tears welling up in her blue eyes as she blinked them back. Swallowing hard, she let out a soft sigh. There's more and I wish to speak to my King alone. Helena gave Reginald, the advisor a curt nod and dismissed him momentarily, letting him know she wished for a moment with her King. There is more, Helena added, her face going pale. I do not wish to make this personal, but I fear I must out of necessity. She paused a moment. For you, for everything you are trying to do. Sucking in a sharp breath, she held it for a moment before slowly exhaling. Charles Vincent is the man who had been helping me and my father for a time, before we lost everything. Her cheeks flushed then and she averted her gaze. He was the one who had been seeing to our welfare before cutting us off, providing us with medicine and other such things. It's because of him my father died! Her face showed sadness of the memory of losing her father. Justice must be served! People like him shouldn't be allowed to prey upon the good of your society... not if they are planning to stir up revolution! Her hands began to shake and she reached up to touch his face. Imagine what he might try to do, she stated. You cannot have that. You are everything to these people. To me. Helena's eyes locked to her King's, her mind racing with hatred toward Charles, her heart pounding as she thought of his death. Please, my lord, my love. He needs to be eliminated. Show these people that they are safe with you leading them, that justice will always prevail. Helena's expression went thoughtful, her body moving closer as she gently caressed her King's cheek. Show me that I am safe.