Thread: Brave New World (Razgriz x darkangel76)

Helena smiled inwardly as she cried. How soothing Anselm could be when she needed him. It was a far cry from the life she'd known in the past when she'd had no one, when she'd had to bite down on the inside of her cheek until she drew blood. Just taking all the onslaughts of life until she literally collapsed, only to pick herself back up again. Yes, she was strong. Stronger than most could ever hope to know or comprehend. But it was nicethishaving someone there to look down upon her with such eyes and in such an adoring manner. She nuzzled against his neck, moving closer to take in the heat of his body as he consoled her. Just then, Helena heard the scuffles. She buried her face against Anselm's chest for a brief moment, the smile on her lips there and then gone as she pressed a kiss against him before he stood up to address their newly arrived company. Sitting up, she turned to look at the one man who'd altered her life forever, his face etched into her mind like the worst burn. She wished she could rid herself of the memory. But there was no way to quench it, no way to quell herself of the anger she felt as her icy eyes fell upon his face. That face that made all the hatred she felt nearly bubble up to the surface, making her want to rush to his side so she could strangle him right then and there. But no. No. Helena was too dignified for that. Especially now. She sat upon a throne and watched her Anselm as he began to prod with questions, ever so slowly making the first cracks in the shield that Charles wore as his armor. Carefully, she watched that abhorrent man, gauging his reactions with cool and steady calm. She licked her lips as she watched, her heart hammering beneath her breast. With fluid grace, she brought a handkerchief to her blue eyes and dabbed at them, wiping away the tears. Her skin was pale, but her cheeks were flushed as she watched on. She then tucked the handkerchief away. Smoothing out her sheer, gauzy gown, Helen stood up. Her frame was tiny, petite and diminutive, yet so regal as she took several steps to be at Anselm's side. Slowly, she brought up a delicate hand and rested it upon the mighty king's chest, her slender fingers toying with one of the many adornments he wore. She looked up at him, her body moving closer. She looked like an angel as she stood there, smiling through watery eyes. Perhaps, she said softly. Your friend needs to be reminded of some things. Her fingers moved upward along his chest and gently brushed his platinum hair only for her to drop them to her side. Helena gave Anselm another smile and backed away. Slowly, she turned around and faced Charles where he stood, her steps not ceasing as she continued her approach. The light as it filtered through the 'castle' made her glow, every curve flattered by the filmy gown she wore. She kept her expression solemn, emotionless, her hands still as she continued to walk. Finally, she stood in front of Charles and, despite his small stature, she still had to look up into his eyes. Though, as she did, the air only seemed to grow colder, her calm more controlled than ever. No, he hardly frightened her. Never again, would anyone such as he frighten her. Charles Vincent, Helena stated softly. She turned to look at Anselm. You remember Silas Dorian, do you not? she went on. Or perhaps I might need to my husband to fetch Garrett Watson? She paused a moment. Now, we will be speaking to him anyway, so perhaps you might want to choose your next words quite carefully. Helena stalked around Charles as she spoke, careful to keep her head down, her tone soft and calm. Her body remained close as she circled the man. Yes, he was the prey and she was the predator and she would make certain he'd confess his crime, that her father be avenged. One way or another... he would pay for what he'd done! Also, as we speak, men will be searching for your list of so-called clients, Helena continued. We will want to make certain that they understand the reason for your... she chuckled softly. Current delays. She was behind Charles now. Slowly, almost sensuously, she placed a tiny hand upon his shoulder. She slid it off and then walked back to her husband. As Helena approached Anselmback facing Charlesher blue eyes began to well up with tears once more. She sucked in a sharp breath and bit down on her lip. Immediately, she looked over at her husband and gave him a look seeking his approval. While she looked at him, she smiled on the inside, her calculated calm still quite present and feeling as though she'd cracked Charles' shield just that bit more.