Post by Adrienne d'Heur on Oct 29, 2013 13:55:50 GMT -5
The night had fallen over Véndome. The river Loir floated peacefully past the village, and the full moon lit up the landscape surrounding the castle on the hill. The windows of the castle were dark, it seemed like everyone were sleeping.
Everyone? No, one of the windows in the round tower facing the river reflected light from within. An owl hooted in a nearby tree. Everything else was quiet.
The light came from the Virgin Chamber, the room of baroness Adrienne d'Heur. The room had stone walls and a stone floor, covered in beautifully weaved carpets and tapestry. Near the window was a soft bed with velvet curtains and blankets of the softest material. On the center wall of the room there was a marble fireplace with a shelf, and on the shelf there were two candle-holders in pure silver. The fireplace was lit right now, and a cauldron was bubbling over the fire. In the room was also a closet for the lady's robes, a mirror standing on the wall beside, and in the corner between the window and the door, there was a sofa, a table and two comfortable chairs. On the table, with the pages down, was a black book of leather. It had letters in gold which spelled "Ancient Witchcraft".
Near the fireplace stirring in the cauldron was the owner of the room, Adrienne d'Heur. She was 16 years old, slender and of medium height, with soft, fair skin and dark brown hair. Her eyes were brown and sparkled with joy, and her lips were soft and pink. She giggled as she stirred in the cauldron, clearly excited by what she was doing. It was only today she had found this book of sorcery in her parents library, and now she was testing if the spells worked. She spoke the words in the ancient formula, not quite sure what they meant.
Finally, the potion was done. The girl giggled and filled a cup with the cauldron. "Now, what was I going to do with this again?" she pondered, checking her book for the next steps of the spell. "Oh yes, that's right, I have to throw this potion on the mirror!"
She flailed the cup in the direction of the mirror, loudly speaking the words that supposedly should make something happen. The potion landed on the mirror surface and started floating slowly down the smooth, cold surface. The girl stood and watched with an excited face expression. Would the spell work this time?
Everyone? No, one of the windows in the round tower facing the river reflected light from within. An owl hooted in a nearby tree. Everything else was quiet.
The light came from the Virgin Chamber, the room of baroness Adrienne d'Heur. The room had stone walls and a stone floor, covered in beautifully weaved carpets and tapestry. Near the window was a soft bed with velvet curtains and blankets of the softest material. On the center wall of the room there was a marble fireplace with a shelf, and on the shelf there were two candle-holders in pure silver. The fireplace was lit right now, and a cauldron was bubbling over the fire. In the room was also a closet for the lady's robes, a mirror standing on the wall beside, and in the corner between the window and the door, there was a sofa, a table and two comfortable chairs. On the table, with the pages down, was a black book of leather. It had letters in gold which spelled "Ancient Witchcraft".
Near the fireplace stirring in the cauldron was the owner of the room, Adrienne d'Heur. She was 16 years old, slender and of medium height, with soft, fair skin and dark brown hair. Her eyes were brown and sparkled with joy, and her lips were soft and pink. She giggled as she stirred in the cauldron, clearly excited by what she was doing. It was only today she had found this book of sorcery in her parents library, and now she was testing if the spells worked. She spoke the words in the ancient formula, not quite sure what they meant.
Finally, the potion was done. The girl giggled and filled a cup with the cauldron. "Now, what was I going to do with this again?" she pondered, checking her book for the next steps of the spell. "Oh yes, that's right, I have to throw this potion on the mirror!"
She flailed the cup in the direction of the mirror, loudly speaking the words that supposedly should make something happen. The potion landed on the mirror surface and started floating slowly down the smooth, cold surface. The girl stood and watched with an excited face expression. Would the spell work this time?