Bethinwonderland

"Another? And So soon?" The Princess said with a delighted chuckle at the thought of another nephew to spoil.. However a thought did cross her mind "I wonder how many will be staying in the family and who will marry out"

Valencia was overjoyed to have this finally published. Thankful for Kerina and the work that she put into it.

Valencia was taken back yet delighted to see the daughter's name. She was so happy that both the babies and the mother were well.

Valencia having almost no combat experience due to her own volition, did her best to stand up for what she thought to be right. Charging into battle without a second thought to help those fighting against the would-be Necromancer that had broken into the city only to flee upon being seen. The bell rang and the group set off to locate the intruder. She had broken off from the group to look elsewhere, only to find them as the battle started. They told her to stay back, but she didn't listen. She made her way over having drawn the sword that once belonged to her Mother, it felt.. wrong in her hands because she didn't hold it correctly, much more like a bat than a blade. When she finally got there, she placed herself between Felix and Arvel, trying to protect him from whatever might have been planned. She knew Felix wanted revenge on him and if she could help it, he wouldn't get it.. Though her plan didn't go as she hoped. There was a sound behind her and instead of ending the man. She turned to the Zombie, cutting its head off as if it were butter. The black sludge it had getting all over her, causing her to scream.. She hated getting dirty. She was then hit in the head and taken somewhere on the back of Wicker At first, she refused to eat, only to have the food shoved down her maw. She was told the others died, this news hurt her heart, but she wouldn't succumb to despair, she had to live. If not for herself, for their memories. It smelt horrible down there, she'd often complain of the stench of rot, mold, and decay. "The dead do not mind the smell" "I'm still living, in the kindest way possible, you smell horribly, a bath would do you wonders amigo.". Waking up each morning she often asked for things to keep her hygiene up so she wouldn't match the surroundings, however, being around so much death. It clings to you. Her time in captivity was.. confusing. Some days her Captor was calm and they played cards. They might have spoken about trivial things, or he'd demand to know something he didn't quite understand, like why women liked jewelry. The necromancer was a strange jailer, at times offering her entertainment in the deranged and strange movements of skeletal rats that danced and scampered about by the off-tone playing of a lute. On other days she'd watch him break down, crying in a ball, zapping bones into meat or meat into ivory. He had manic episodes where she feared it would be her last day alive.. But it wasn't. He wanted her alive, he took pleasure in her fear. Her last day there was a blur. She didn't remember it at all. She was found at the Hyspia gates in a cow-hide blanket. A note pinned to her. She was not the same person she had been when she was captured. She was fractured, but she was not broken. She woke up in the clinic.. Arvel and Kerina in the cots next to her. What a joyous day. She really hasn't spoken about what happened, just vague answers that it was a lot. In the coming months, depression seemed to take hold of her. It was just trauma, right?

Valencia was overjoyed with the news of her newest niece. What a beautiful little girl that had been brought into the world

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I think this is pretty cool! I'm really glad to see you've sent it out to the larger server. This said, I am not the "target" demographic so I hope that they enjoy it as well

Valencia had been brought down with Elaine into the pond, by the grace of God she wound up on top of her even if they were both under the water's surface and arms were wrapped around her body.. Her limbs were free and shot up to grasp for the throat of the woman who killed her father. She would not allow her life to be taken here today, thus, she squeezed as hard as she could. Her Padre would be avenged here or she would die trying, adrenaline coursed through her veins so she didn't feel the searing pain in her right forearm from the claws that had dug into her moments ago when they were on the pond's bank. She screamed something out into the liquid around them, only she and Dios knew what her words were, water didn't replace the air in her lungs though as by that point Elanie's grip loosened, she was able to sit up.. but this only made Valencia's grow tighter, her knuckles going pale from the force she didn't know she had. Her eyes were shut as she finished the job. Only when the form below her grew limp did she open them to gaze upon the person below, her hands still wrapped about her neck.. Blood flowing from her cheek and gushing from her arm. The water dyed a light crimson hue, murky from the earth that had been kicked up in the fray. Had it really been that easy to take a human life? She stared in disbelief at what she had just done. So many thoughts in her head. The pain started to sink in, her tunnel vision fading though she was still dazed. She needed to head to the clinic.. The Hyspian Princess clumsily got up, practically tripping over her skirts. Leaving the body to float there, just till she could find someone who could take care of it for her, she didn't have the strength needed to move a corpse like that. She dragged her wet-rat-looking self out of the palace gardens, her tiara slipped from her head much like when she was a child. Her feet brought her down the steps where she could find help.

Valencia smiled the sun's smile as she read the announcement of her nephew being born for many reasons. One of them was that she knew he would grow-up to be a strong and kind man.

The missive was handed to a young woman sitting in a tire swing. Her head shook as she read, "Tell that to the things un-living in your family's crypts." These thoughts were kept to herself, though, only heard in her mind. As she continued to read, her heart dropped. Surly, the ones who truly didn't know didn't deserve to be tortured as they were. What could a child have done to warrant such a punishment? There had to be more to this story.

A Hyspian Princess started to pace back and forth nervously with the news she had been told, after reading the missive she felt a little better... But not by much