Cataline - who's going to watch you die?
Who: Cataline
When: This evening :D)-/
Where: The Sabreme house
Rating & Warnings: PG for mild violence
Cataline sighed as she climbed the steps to her husband’s room. A decline in health; a turn for the worse. She wasn’t certain what was going on, but the doctor had been speaking with ever more urgency. It might be time to say your goodbyes, he’d told her, or something along those lines. She’d refused to listen then, refused to believe it might be true, but- she hesitated as she approached his door. Her fingers shook as they hovered over the handle and she had to swallow before she turned it. What if he was right?
The doctor was still leaning over Cristofolo and she licked her lips as she closed the door behind her. He looked around quickly at the click, his face mostly hidden by his shoulder and the darkness of the room, then back at her husband. Was it her imagination, or was he hunched over more than he needed to? Cataline frowned as she took a few quiet steps towards the two, trying to see what medicine they had decided to dose the Lord Sabreme with this time. “It’s best you come no closer, my lady,” the doctor told her, still hunched over, his voice oddly reedy, different.
Something was wrong. Cataline could hear it in his voice and the hairs at the back of her neck stood up. Her mind immediately retraced her steps; what had happened? What was wrong?
She recognised it after a microsecond. This was not their doctor. She knew Cristofolo’s doctor! That wasn’t his voice - this explained why he was hunched over, hiding his face. The change in his voice- something ugly and violent flooded through her. Who was this person? What right did he have to be here? She strode towards him, anger fuelling her. How dare he be here? What was he doing to her husband? “Leave this place! Immediately!”
“Stay back!” The man cried out, his strange voice grating on her ears. But Cataline was fuelled by adrenaline and anger: a potent combination. She struck at him, crying out for help. He twisted and she found herself noting a strange, deep scar which stretched to cover one of his cheeks. The next second she felt the back of his knuckles catch her jaw and she was falling backward, landing on the floor.
The air was knocked out of her and by the time she regained her breath he already had a window open and was leaping from it. “Help!” She cried, hoping it was loud enough that one of the servants would hear. The door was thrown open and her guard ran in, and looked between her and her husband before kneeling to help her up gently. She grasped at his arm, pointing wordlessly to the window and he ran to it before returning, shaking his head and holding a rope.
How did he get in? Where was the real doctor? What had he done to her husband? Cataline sagged and the guard caught her, supporting her.
What would become of them?
When: This evening :D)-/
Where: The Sabreme house
Rating & Warnings: PG for mild violence
Cataline sighed as she climbed the steps to her husband’s room. A decline in health; a turn for the worse. She wasn’t certain what was going on, but the doctor had been speaking with ever more urgency. It might be time to say your goodbyes, he’d told her, or something along those lines. She’d refused to listen then, refused to believe it might be true, but- she hesitated as she approached his door. Her fingers shook as they hovered over the handle and she had to swallow before she turned it. What if he was right?
The doctor was still leaning over Cristofolo and she licked her lips as she closed the door behind her. He looked around quickly at the click, his face mostly hidden by his shoulder and the darkness of the room, then back at her husband. Was it her imagination, or was he hunched over more than he needed to? Cataline frowned as she took a few quiet steps towards the two, trying to see what medicine they had decided to dose the Lord Sabreme with this time. “It’s best you come no closer, my lady,” the doctor told her, still hunched over, his voice oddly reedy, different.
Something was wrong. Cataline could hear it in his voice and the hairs at the back of her neck stood up. Her mind immediately retraced her steps; what had happened? What was wrong?
She recognised it after a microsecond. This was not their doctor. She knew Cristofolo’s doctor! That wasn’t his voice - this explained why he was hunched over, hiding his face. The change in his voice- something ugly and violent flooded through her. Who was this person? What right did he have to be here? She strode towards him, anger fuelling her. How dare he be here? What was he doing to her husband? “Leave this place! Immediately!”
“Stay back!” The man cried out, his strange voice grating on her ears. But Cataline was fuelled by adrenaline and anger: a potent combination. She struck at him, crying out for help. He twisted and she found herself noting a strange, deep scar which stretched to cover one of his cheeks. The next second she felt the back of his knuckles catch her jaw and she was falling backward, landing on the floor.
The air was knocked out of her and by the time she regained her breath he already had a window open and was leaping from it. “Help!” She cried, hoping it was loud enough that one of the servants would hear. The door was thrown open and her guard ran in, and looked between her and her husband before kneeling to help her up gently. She grasped at his arm, pointing wordlessly to the window and he ran to it before returning, shaking his head and holding a rope.
How did he get in? Where was the real doctor? What had he done to her husband? Cataline sagged and the guard caught her, supporting her.
What would become of them?