Adaril could not suppress an evil cackle as she set out the tea set for her and her rival. She made sure that everything was just right - the cups perfectly aligned, fresh flowers in the vase, the tea brewed properly. Evil plans just felt better if they were done with some style. For the same reason, she was wearing her best dress - white and red, very tight to emphasize her slender, but fairly busty figure. Long white gloves were on her arms, and she wore her blonde hair in a braid wound around her head. She wanted to look her absolute best when she took her revenge.
Unknown to that stupid girl, there was a thin, colourless coating of a strong sleep potion on the inside of her cup. Now that it had dried, it was barely noticeable. And if that part of the plan failed, the other half of the flask had gone into the cake (Of course, only one half of it was poisoned, and she had made very sure to mark which one). Her rival's favourite sort, of course. Down in the dungeon (every proper castle, even a small one like hers, needed one - not that she had had any occasion to use it before), everything was ready, too. A few days down there would probably be enough to scare her off Vararion.
Vararion... he was the unwitting reason for all this. He did not know about it, and he would probably have been shocked if he had heard what Adaril was prepared to do in order to get him. He was worth it, though. Worth the expense of the high-quality sleeping potion. Worth faking niceness long enough to get her stupid rival to agree to a meeting over tea to "sort things out". Even worth bribing a few hunters to spread false rumours about orcs kidnapping pretty elven girls in the area. Her rival was pretty, she had to admit. But Adaril, tall and shapely, with long blonde hair and large blue eyes, was every bit as beautiful as her - and willing to go to much greater lengths to get him!
When everything was ready for the afternoon tea/kidnapping attempt, she went back to her room for a moment and had a good, long look at a picture of her beloved. Her resolve was strengthened: Anything for him. Anything. She was probably mad, she knew - but then again, she was madly in love.
A knock. She walked to the door and, at the last moment, managed to replace her evil smile with a friendly one. We will sort this out, alright.
Unknown to that stupid girl, there was a thin, colourless coating of a strong sleep potion on the inside of her cup. Now that it had dried, it was barely noticeable. And if that part of the plan failed, the other half of the flask had gone into the cake (Of course, only one half of it was poisoned, and she had made very sure to mark which one). Her rival's favourite sort, of course. Down in the dungeon (every proper castle, even a small one like hers, needed one - not that she had had any occasion to use it before), everything was ready, too. A few days down there would probably be enough to scare her off Vararion.
Vararion... he was the unwitting reason for all this. He did not know about it, and he would probably have been shocked if he had heard what Adaril was prepared to do in order to get him. He was worth it, though. Worth the expense of the high-quality sleeping potion. Worth faking niceness long enough to get her stupid rival to agree to a meeting over tea to "sort things out". Even worth bribing a few hunters to spread false rumours about orcs kidnapping pretty elven girls in the area. Her rival was pretty, she had to admit. But Adaril, tall and shapely, with long blonde hair and large blue eyes, was every bit as beautiful as her - and willing to go to much greater lengths to get him!
When everything was ready for the afternoon tea/kidnapping attempt, she went back to her room for a moment and had a good, long look at a picture of her beloved. Her resolve was strengthened: Anything for him. Anything. She was probably mad, she knew - but then again, she was madly in love.
A knock. She walked to the door and, at the last moment, managed to replace her evil smile with a friendly one. We will sort this out, alright.
