05-14-2022, 08:33 PM
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Teeth pressed to her throat, squeezing the air from her throat and cutting off her airway. Valhalla's sides heaved, desperately trying to shove the wolf off her or open her throat again. Her father stood only a distance away, golden gaze once filled with warmth replaced with an unforgiving cold.
This was his fault. If he hadn't betrayed his dead wife and disgraced their bloodline, this wouldn't have happened. After Mara died, he made Valhalla his Khaleesi. How dare he replace her beloved mother with her child? It insulted Mara's very existence. Determined to avenge her mother and defend her honor, Valhalla devised a plan to get rid of her father, but it went south; word got out— he found out.
He took some guards to find her and bring her forth. Hence her current position. She was kept in a chokehold, jaws wrapped around her throat. "Kepa, kostilus!" She forced the plead through a foreign language, barely slipping past her lips. He did not speak a word to her, but two words. "Ossēnagon zȳhon." Valhalla wasn't given time to react. She struggled. Of course, she struggled. She did not want to die, not here. Not now. Not under the soulless glare of her father's eyes. But the struggling made it worse; with each convulsion her breath hitched, the air that escaped her throat finding no way back in, the release only serving to make the grip that much tighter. Suffocating.
This was his fault. If he hadn't betrayed his dead wife and disgraced their bloodline, this wouldn't have happened. After Mara died, he made Valhalla his Khaleesi. How dare he replace her beloved mother with her child? It insulted Mara's very existence. Determined to avenge her mother and defend her honor, Valhalla devised a plan to get rid of her father, but it went south; word got out— he found out.
He took some guards to find her and bring her forth. Hence her current position. She was kept in a chokehold, jaws wrapped around her throat. "Kepa, kostilus!" She forced the plead through a foreign language, barely slipping past her lips. He did not speak a word to her, but two words. "Ossēnagon zȳhon." Valhalla wasn't given time to react. She struggled. Of course, she struggled. She did not want to die, not here. Not now. Not under the soulless glare of her father's eyes. But the struggling made it worse; with each convulsion her breath hitched, the air that escaped her throat finding no way back in, the release only serving to make the grip that much tighter. Suffocating.
The emptiness overwhelmed her at last, and she fell limp. She went willingly into unconsciousness, where she hoped, more than anything in this life or the next, that she would see her mother again...
Wake up. Her mother's voice murmured to her. You are a queen, my child. Queens do not give up. It whispered again. Rise. You must rise. Moments passed, a series of struggles to revive herself. Not a queen, mother. A Khaleesi. Then, there was air.
Inhaling sharply, teal eyes split open. She gasped for air, trying to recollect hers bearings. She was alive— how was she alive? She surely wasn't immortal, otherwise she wouldn't have suffocated in the first place. Calming herself, the auburn heir lifted her head, peering around the area. Rocks littered the ground, rooted in their place surrounded by yellow grasslands. The air was crisp and cool, a welcome change of pace compared to the harsh sun of Navarra.
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