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Clair Jauntair
remedialhappyman
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A flash fiction of one of my campaigns villains Clair Jauntair a half nymph chaotic evil bard.
AT LEAST PG 13.
Another ball finished and Clair danced whimsically up the stairs towards her chamber. Flames stretched clawing shadows across the royal tapestries lining the walls. The raven of house Kelik fluttered black wings against crimson fabric as she passed. She laughed gaily. She skipped around the corner clenching the folds of her gown and dipped a curtsy at the bowing suits of armor. Eyeless sockets smiled back as she fluttered her lashes, skipping away in a dazzling spin. She crashed into a pair of young maids fitting new candles into the crystal chandelier.
"My apologies lady Jauntair I didn't see you down the hall."
" Poor thing you aren't hurt are you?"
"Please forgive us milady!"
"Do you want me to send for Sir Morlin?"
The apologies came in bursts, a maid would not be easily forgiven for injuring royalty; not even by accident.
"Calling Sir Morlin would be fantastic. I am, feeling rather roughed." She smiled rising to her feet.
The older of the two jumped up and ran down the hall heading for the chapel. It was then that Clair thought of a game.
"Falicia wasn't it?"
"Yes milady."
"So which one of you is going to pay the price for what happened?"
"I'm not sure what price you're talking about milady..."
"Surely you know that the price for assaulting royalty is hanging right? But you didn't do anything, your just an innocent bystander, I saw everything Falecia."
How would she react? The paintings along the wall laughed and Clair couldn't help but release a pleasurable giggle. After a minute she let go of the laugh with a fit of regret. Why was the lady not laughing? Did she think her humor was bad?
"Milady," she began carefully "surely you see that the whole situation was an accident. She is no more guilty than I am."
She imagined the chandelier being crushed to soft shards of dust. She imagined them being forced into the young maids eyes. When she looked at the ground the chandelier was wholly intact. Then why was this girl clawing frantically at her eyes? Blood splashed and Clair felt like a little girl playing with her cousin in one of the estates many lakes. The warmth soaked into her clothes and down her legs before a man in armor and the other maid rushed down the hall.
"It was horrible!" She cried. Morlin had always enjoyed being a father to her and she did enjoy playing the part.
"There there my child." He whispered as she pressed against his chest. She looked into the laughing suit of armor to see Falicia's eyeless stare. Clair shook violently trying to contain the fitful laughter that was thrashing against her curling lips. She pressed her face into his chest harder and she felt his arm rap around her. The laughter stopped. She wondered what it would be like to have a maid in the suit of armor?
"Take her to her room."
The young maid bowed with an awkward stumble no doubt trying to hold the vomit in her mouth while avoiding another look at the corpse on the floor. Clair barely noticed being led down the hall towards her room. She loved ball nights, she always felt like a girl again.
AT LEAST PG 13.
Another ball finished and Clair danced whimsically up the stairs towards her chamber. Flames stretched clawing shadows across the royal tapestries lining the walls. The raven of house Kelik fluttered black wings against crimson fabric as she passed. She laughed gaily. She skipped around the corner clenching the folds of her gown and dipped a curtsy at the bowing suits of armor. Eyeless sockets smiled back as she fluttered her lashes, skipping away in a dazzling spin. She crashed into a pair of young maids fitting new candles into the crystal chandelier.
"My apologies lady Jauntair I didn't see you down the hall."
" Poor thing you aren't hurt are you?"
"Please forgive us milady!"
"Do you want me to send for Sir Morlin?"
The apologies came in bursts, a maid would not be easily forgiven for injuring royalty; not even by accident.
"Calling Sir Morlin would be fantastic. I am, feeling rather roughed." She smiled rising to her feet.
The older of the two jumped up and ran down the hall heading for the chapel. It was then that Clair thought of a game.
"Falicia wasn't it?"
"Yes milady."
"So which one of you is going to pay the price for what happened?"
"I'm not sure what price you're talking about milady..."
"Surely you know that the price for assaulting royalty is hanging right? But you didn't do anything, your just an innocent bystander, I saw everything Falecia."
How would she react? The paintings along the wall laughed and Clair couldn't help but release a pleasurable giggle. After a minute she let go of the laugh with a fit of regret. Why was the lady not laughing? Did she think her humor was bad?
"Milady," she began carefully "surely you see that the whole situation was an accident. She is no more guilty than I am."
She imagined the chandelier being crushed to soft shards of dust. She imagined them being forced into the young maids eyes. When she looked at the ground the chandelier was wholly intact. Then why was this girl clawing frantically at her eyes? Blood splashed and Clair felt like a little girl playing with her cousin in one of the estates many lakes. The warmth soaked into her clothes and down her legs before a man in armor and the other maid rushed down the hall.
"It was horrible!" She cried. Morlin had always enjoyed being a father to her and she did enjoy playing the part.
"There there my child." He whispered as she pressed against his chest. She looked into the laughing suit of armor to see Falicia's eyeless stare. Clair shook violently trying to contain the fitful laughter that was thrashing against her curling lips. She pressed her face into his chest harder and she felt his arm rap around her. The laughter stopped. She wondered what it would be like to have a maid in the suit of armor?
"Take her to her room."
The young maid bowed with an awkward stumble no doubt trying to hold the vomit in her mouth while avoiding another look at the corpse on the floor. Clair barely noticed being led down the hall towards her room. She loved ball nights, she always felt like a girl again.
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