Rhaenyx grinned, looking down at Aynyra's terrified expression, "Hello, princess." Aynyra couldn't believe it. Rhaenyx had just chased her through the gardens and up to the gates. Rhaenyx was plain evil, yet there she was, grinning as wide as the Cheshire cat. "You... You're an ass Rhaenyx."  Rhaenyx held out her hand to lift Aynyra off the wet ground, supporting her weight, "It's Rhae, and you looked terrified, princess." Aynyra chuckled to herself, her doubt in Rhae melting away as if they had been friends forever, "Fine, Rhae. I almost wet myself because of you." Rhaenyx chuckled, but Aynyra could see the smile didn't extend all the way to her eyes. She didn't get the wrinkles in the corner of her eyes. Rhaenyx saw in Aynyra's face that she noticed, so before Aynyra could ask a question, she quickly interrupted. "Come on, you gotta be freezing, go inside and have a warm bath." Rhaenyx wanted to escape the situation, not let on to Aynyra that s

Rhae couldn't bear to see Aynyra after what Icran told her. She knew where Aynyra was already so she could hold off for a couple of days and let the princess enjoy her peace before Icran got suspicious. So in the meantime, she would get very, very drunk. Rhae sauntered down to the guild bar and began ordering pints of Gharane. She cheered, drank, sang and danced with the guild members, feeling the poison flood her system and melt her body until she could no longer feel it. Her vision danced and blurred, the lights mixing together to create a beautiful array across her eyes. It was the best feeling of her life, until she heard the music die and the crowd seemed to spin less. She focused her eyes until she could make out a shape angrily marching towards her. "Turn the music back on, bitches!" Rhae screamed laughing and jumping when the music livened again and the crowd began to dance and jump in the figure's path. She lifted up her mug and chugged the rest o

Rhae stood outside her house in the nobles district, where Aynyra was invited to stay a few days earlier to escape the castle and grieve the loss of her mother. Rhae had been avoiding the house since she had stayed there the first night with Aynyra. On one of those nights, she had gotten intoxicated to the point where she decided to fight Icran. He inevitably won when she fell on her face. Somehow, once again, she had ended up in someone else's bed.  That's what was making her so nervous about going into the house and visiting Aynyra—confronting her after days of avoiding her and the fact that she was about to drag Aynyra back to the castle pretending to be someone else. She was already dressed in the Amiran guild uniform, ready to take on her new identity.  Rhae took a deep breath and stepped inside the building, listening out for any movement from Aynyra. Rhae heard some dishes rattling in the direction of the kitchen, so she followed the noise, staying s

Aynyra sunk her back into her throne, bored as all hell. Without someone to direct her anger to, she felt flat. With Rhae, or "Nira" as she is going by, she feels pretty lonely. She would rather be in her room reading her books or messing with the guards. Except, she was angry with herself for being lonely, and that made her frustrated. She heard her father grumble from beside her, "Aynyra, sit up straight. You're a princess for God's sake." Aynyra sighed and straightened her back and shoulders. She stared into the crystal chandelier hanging from the top of the ballroom dreaming about that night Rhae took her into her home. The night they shared a bed and laughed together. Her brother interrupted her thoughts again by this time, who cleared his throat loud enough for her to hear. She looked forward and found a man bowing to her, expectantly. She stood up out of her throne and quickly curtsied before sitting down again. The man standing before her awkwardly smiled before turning away

Rhaenyx felt a stirring in her stomach for the second time that night. The first time was when Aynyra stormed out of the ballroom after slicing the cheek of someone who dared touch the Princess. That reaction was to be expected. What Rhae didn't expect, was to see Aynyra storming into her chambers with that same knife, still stained with the blood of the man from the ball.  Aynyra was dripping with disdain as she muttered, "Hello, Nira." Rhae sat up and slowly raised her hands, "please don't try anything Aynyra. I don't want to hurt you." Rhae tried to be as calm as possible, slowing her breathing to avoid feeling any type of fear towards the situation. She really, really didn't want to hurt Aynyra.  Aynyra took one small step at a time, her entire body was shaking with rage so much that she thought she could lose control of her body and fall at any second. She gripped the knife so tight that her knuckles were white and she could no longer feel the