Marius had given us both clear instructions. We are to wait for the rest of the family before attempting to start our recon mission. Yeah, right? Like Va’lis was going to wait. Him and I had formulated a great plan to confirm that Carrie was being held in that old familiar place. The Tower of London is a historic place having held many Queens prisoner before their beheadings took place in the famous courtyard. More notably the death of Queen Anne Boleyn, second wife to Henry VIII. The tourism to the place was a great cloak to what really was held behind closed walls. The Draconians had effectively purchased the rights to the tower through various entities and ghost corporations, as they did with much of the territory they held. It is heavily guarded of course, but it does have nooks and crannies that modern day prisons do not. Luckily, we had a full map of the place.
carrie parker
A Girl Interrupted, Pt. 3
*at the Tower of London in England*
The spy had returned nothing for nothing was available. Is as if the ground had swallowed all of them. The area that Va’lis had instructed to be watched didn’t have a soul in it.
Carrie had been taken through the portal in Ice Isle to Iceland. From there she was taken to a stronghold in London, out deep underground. She could hear the whispers of men saying how they must shield her from the sun, for the sun of her world lacked the strength that this world’s sun had. She knew she was no longer in Sosaria. The men left and she tried to stay awake but some outside force was calling her to sleep. Her eye lids felt heavy. Not soon after she submitted to the dead sleep.
She woke up, slowly picking herself up off the floor to a seated position when a booming voice spoke to her, “Hello.” Frank Draco sat with his knees pulled up to chest across from her. He was an older man, and she realized after staring at him, he was also a vampire. “Shall we begin?” He asked. “Begin what?” She answered back with a question of her own. “A game,” he said with a bit of a smirk.
Picking Up The Pieces, Pt. 1
*at the Charlottenburg Palace in Germany, Pandora recieves an urgent message from her husband, Marius at a little before 6 o’clock in the evening.*
My dearest,
Va’lis’ current state absolutely breaks my heart… don’t tell him I said that. He came to me practically begging me to let him go to Germany. I couldn’t say no, forgive me. Whether the time is right or not, he’s on his way and bringing Miss Parker with him. You’ll have to meet him in Paris. He is fully accredited now, I saw to it, as a Romanus… our adopted son.
Love always,
M.
*sighs*
“Fuck,” she mumbled as if no one would hear her.
She crumpled up the paper and put in her Chanel bag. She looked up to see a dissheveled Cherilyn, still crying… mourning… the day she had been most looking forward to. Cherry didn’t mind Pandora’s presence, she knew that underneath it all Pandora was the matriach of the family Romanus, which did in fact include her. “What is it?” she asked Pandora. “Nothing, just business issues in Paris,” she answered with a smile. “If you must go, Pand. Go.” Cherry said, almost not meaning it. “Unfortunately, I do have to go. But I will be back I promise.”