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Jaina stormed through the city in a torrential downpour that always seemed to be the choice of weather for Lodis. She hugged her chest as she made her way through the streets, the rain masking her tears.
She has done nothing but use me. I hate her for it.
Then why do I feel the urge to save her.
Seventeen was right. I need to make up my mind.
I still love her…I just…I want her to love me too.
Fresh tears rolled down her face which had been scrunched into a scowl. She reached the tower where her room was located and proceeded into the torch lit hallway. She had gotten soaked, but the woman did not care. Jaina rounded the spiral staircase to the floor she was on and proceed past the maids and live-in butlers ignoring their pleas to remove her drenched clothing. Her hair was soaked and adhering to her face. Taking a key from her robe she unlocked her door and proceeded into her room.
“Took you long enough.” Stephen said, leaning against the windowsill.
Jaina wiped her face and adjusted her robes, as if to gird herself against his comments. Ignoring him she kicked open her trunk and began piling her clothes and items into it. Her staff rest in the corner of the room by the bed.
“I believe she loves you.”
Jaina stopped in the middle of the room with a pile of books and scrolls in arms.
“Really? What makes you say that?” The sorceress seemed to perk up a little.
It was hard to miss. Jaina obviously loved Beatrix a great deal. She was simply confused about her place in the blood mage’s heart. She was terribly upset that her lover had put her through such an ordeal without even a consideration about how she might feel about it. Jaina felt used and there was nothing she could do to make that feeling go away. She was hurt.
“Beatrix is an asshole. We all know this, but I’ve seen how she looks at you. She looks at you differently. Normally her gaze is filled with contempt and judgement, but when she looks at you it reveals a deep sense of respect. You’re the first person she calls for when she needs help.” Stephen explained.
“Just something to think about.”
Fresh tears had welled up in the sorceress’ eyes. She fought them back and continued packing her bags. Once everything had been placed in her magical trunk, she closed it and snapped her fingers. With a flash of arcane energy, it disappeared. Grabbing her staff, the woman made for the door.
“We have a lead. Whatever Beatrix was researching was obviously nefarious. Either way. I feel like we should follow up on it in the very least.”
“You think they’ll let us into Zamara without Beatrix in tow?”
It hurt just hearing her name. The conflict swirling around Jaina’s heart made her feel uneasy all the time. Anxiety plagued her mind. She swallowed and cleared her throat before opening the door.
“I believe I can persuade them, yes.” She answered, exiting into the hallway, Stephen in tow.
“Well hold your horses because I’d like to pack my things as well. I have some stuff to do with Gavin before I leave.”
Jaina realized that she had been rude to the only person she had left and turned beet red.
“Okay. I will take a bath. Just…just let me know when you are ready, Stephen.” The woman remarked, an embarrassed look on her face.
She proceeded past Stephen and descended the stairs towards the bath. One of the maids welcomed her with a warm smile.
“Bath today, Miss Jaina?” The older woman asked.
Proudmoore could not find her words and just nodded.
“What’s the matter, dear?” The matronly woman said, stoking the fire for the bath water.
Jaina couldn’t control her emotions anymore, her lips trembled. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she stood awkwardly in the doorway.
“Come in, deary. We’ll get you nice and clean. You’ll be okay.” Her maid said walking over to her.
Taking Jaina by the hand she drew her into the room and proceeded behind her to remove her cloak. Unclasping it she removed it from the blondes’ shoulders and threw it into a corner by the door.
“I’ll see these washed for you, honey.”
She removed Jaina’s rain drenched robes and carefully pulled them down off her person, making sure to get her arms out. Placing them over a chair by the fire to dry the maid moved back to the sorceress, spinning her around. She tugged on the straps of the blondes form fitting garment and undid it before spinning Jaina back around.
“Up!” She ordered, raising Proudmoore’s arms over her head, pulling the shirt up off her waist and down her arms before finally freeing the sorceress.
Jaina held up a hand and waived off the maid, putting her hands behind her back and undoing the clasps on her bra. She let it fall to the floor. Slipping her fingers into the waist of her panties she slid them off and tossed them to the side. The maid took a bucket and filled the metal bathtub with hot water. The sorceress stepped in and sat down, hugging her knees to her chest. Taking another bucket, the matronly woman dumped it over Jaina’s head which made her squeak in shock. She did not care though. The warm water felt as if it could melt away the stress and the anxiety she had been feeling. The bath maid poured a couple more buckets of water into the tub until the water was up to Jaina’s stomach. Grabbing a stool, the maid sat behind the tub undoing the braid in the sorceress’ hair, grabbing a cup of water to pour onto it every so often.
Proudmoore buried her face into her knees and cried softly. She stopped only when she felt a warm sponge on her back.
“C’mon, deary. Tell old Alice what troubles ye.”
Jaina poured her heart out to the old woman bathing her. She told her everything. From how she met Beatrix, to saving her life, to their relationship, Beatrix’s husband dying, to the siege, all the way up to the mana bomb and her lover leaving. She felt like a terrible person crying so much, but the sorceress could not help it. She sobbed uncontrollably through her story as Alice washed her.
“You’ve had a tough time, deary. Anything worth doing is going to be tough.”
Jaina wiped away her tears as the woman scrubbed her legs.
“Do ye think this Beatrix just didn’t know how to love ya?”
“What do you mean?” The sorceress asked hugging her clean legs back to her chest as Alice threw a fresh bucket of hot water into the tub.
“Losing a spouse is tough, deary. I’ve lost two. First and second husband to two different wars.”
“Two!?” Jaina put a hand over her mouth in visible shock.
“Yes, deary. Two.”
“H-how did you find love again after the first?”
“It’s extremely hard, Miss Jaina. You lose a piece of yerself when a spouse dies. A piece you can never get back.”
Jaina listened, wide eyed.
“I think your love didn’t know how to accept that her husband had died. So, she took it out on the closest person.” Alice explained, having sat down scrub Jaina’s face.
“Just something to think about, deary.” The maid said with a smile, bopping Jaina on the nose with a soap covered finger.
“You’re all set, Miss Jaina. Take as much time in the bath as you need, my dear. I’ll be in the next room should you need anything.”
Alice left a pair of towels on a chair by the fire to warm up and proceeded to pick up the sorceress’ clothes and head into the laundry room.
Jaina slid her butt forward in the tub and sank herself lower into the water line, her chin resting on the surface. She felt relaxed and without anxiety for the first time in weeks. Her eyelids drooped and she rested her head back against the metal tub, watching the crackling fire in front of her.
Please be safe.
She has done nothing but use me. I hate her for it.
Then why do I feel the urge to save her.
Seventeen was right. I need to make up my mind.
I still love her…I just…I want her to love me too.
Fresh tears rolled down her face which had been scrunched into a scowl. She reached the tower where her room was located and proceeded into the torch lit hallway. She had gotten soaked, but the woman did not care. Jaina rounded the spiral staircase to the floor she was on and proceed past the maids and live-in butlers ignoring their pleas to remove her drenched clothing. Her hair was soaked and adhering to her face. Taking a key from her robe she unlocked her door and proceeded into her room.
“Took you long enough.” Stephen said, leaning against the windowsill.
Jaina wiped her face and adjusted her robes, as if to gird herself against his comments. Ignoring him she kicked open her trunk and began piling her clothes and items into it. Her staff rest in the corner of the room by the bed.
“I believe she loves you.”
Jaina stopped in the middle of the room with a pile of books and scrolls in arms.
“Really? What makes you say that?” The sorceress seemed to perk up a little.
It was hard to miss. Jaina obviously loved Beatrix a great deal. She was simply confused about her place in the blood mage’s heart. She was terribly upset that her lover had put her through such an ordeal without even a consideration about how she might feel about it. Jaina felt used and there was nothing she could do to make that feeling go away. She was hurt.
“Beatrix is an asshole. We all know this, but I’ve seen how she looks at you. She looks at you differently. Normally her gaze is filled with contempt and judgement, but when she looks at you it reveals a deep sense of respect. You’re the first person she calls for when she needs help.” Stephen explained.
“Just something to think about.”
Fresh tears had welled up in the sorceress’ eyes. She fought them back and continued packing her bags. Once everything had been placed in her magical trunk, she closed it and snapped her fingers. With a flash of arcane energy, it disappeared. Grabbing her staff, the woman made for the door.
“We have a lead. Whatever Beatrix was researching was obviously nefarious. Either way. I feel like we should follow up on it in the very least.”
“You think they’ll let us into Zamara without Beatrix in tow?”
It hurt just hearing her name. The conflict swirling around Jaina’s heart made her feel uneasy all the time. Anxiety plagued her mind. She swallowed and cleared her throat before opening the door.
“I believe I can persuade them, yes.” She answered, exiting into the hallway, Stephen in tow.
“Well hold your horses because I’d like to pack my things as well. I have some stuff to do with Gavin before I leave.”
Jaina realized that she had been rude to the only person she had left and turned beet red.
“Okay. I will take a bath. Just…just let me know when you are ready, Stephen.” The woman remarked, an embarrassed look on her face.
She proceeded past Stephen and descended the stairs towards the bath. One of the maids welcomed her with a warm smile.
“Bath today, Miss Jaina?” The older woman asked.
Proudmoore could not find her words and just nodded.
“What’s the matter, dear?” The matronly woman said, stoking the fire for the bath water.
Jaina couldn’t control her emotions anymore, her lips trembled. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she stood awkwardly in the doorway.
“Come in, deary. We’ll get you nice and clean. You’ll be okay.” Her maid said walking over to her.
Taking Jaina by the hand she drew her into the room and proceeded behind her to remove her cloak. Unclasping it she removed it from the blondes’ shoulders and threw it into a corner by the door.
“I’ll see these washed for you, honey.”
She removed Jaina’s rain drenched robes and carefully pulled them down off her person, making sure to get her arms out. Placing them over a chair by the fire to dry the maid moved back to the sorceress, spinning her around. She tugged on the straps of the blondes form fitting garment and undid it before spinning Jaina back around.
“Up!” She ordered, raising Proudmoore’s arms over her head, pulling the shirt up off her waist and down her arms before finally freeing the sorceress.
Jaina held up a hand and waived off the maid, putting her hands behind her back and undoing the clasps on her bra. She let it fall to the floor. Slipping her fingers into the waist of her panties she slid them off and tossed them to the side. The maid took a bucket and filled the metal bathtub with hot water. The sorceress stepped in and sat down, hugging her knees to her chest. Taking another bucket, the matronly woman dumped it over Jaina’s head which made her squeak in shock. She did not care though. The warm water felt as if it could melt away the stress and the anxiety she had been feeling. The bath maid poured a couple more buckets of water into the tub until the water was up to Jaina’s stomach. Grabbing a stool, the maid sat behind the tub undoing the braid in the sorceress’ hair, grabbing a cup of water to pour onto it every so often.
Proudmoore buried her face into her knees and cried softly. She stopped only when she felt a warm sponge on her back.
“C’mon, deary. Tell old Alice what troubles ye.”
Jaina poured her heart out to the old woman bathing her. She told her everything. From how she met Beatrix, to saving her life, to their relationship, Beatrix’s husband dying, to the siege, all the way up to the mana bomb and her lover leaving. She felt like a terrible person crying so much, but the sorceress could not help it. She sobbed uncontrollably through her story as Alice washed her.
“You’ve had a tough time, deary. Anything worth doing is going to be tough.”
Jaina wiped away her tears as the woman scrubbed her legs.
“Do ye think this Beatrix just didn’t know how to love ya?”
“What do you mean?” The sorceress asked hugging her clean legs back to her chest as Alice threw a fresh bucket of hot water into the tub.
“Losing a spouse is tough, deary. I’ve lost two. First and second husband to two different wars.”
“Two!?” Jaina put a hand over her mouth in visible shock.
“Yes, deary. Two.”
“H-how did you find love again after the first?”
“It’s extremely hard, Miss Jaina. You lose a piece of yerself when a spouse dies. A piece you can never get back.”
Jaina listened, wide eyed.
“I think your love didn’t know how to accept that her husband had died. So, she took it out on the closest person.” Alice explained, having sat down scrub Jaina’s face.
“Just something to think about, deary.” The maid said with a smile, bopping Jaina on the nose with a soap covered finger.
“You’re all set, Miss Jaina. Take as much time in the bath as you need, my dear. I’ll be in the next room should you need anything.”
Alice left a pair of towels on a chair by the fire to warm up and proceeded to pick up the sorceress’ clothes and head into the laundry room.
Jaina slid her butt forward in the tub and sank herself lower into the water line, her chin resting on the surface. She felt relaxed and without anxiety for the first time in weeks. Her eyelids drooped and she rested her head back against the metal tub, watching the crackling fire in front of her.
Please be safe.