to strike last

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i know she will have had a strem of visters to indulge in the fruit the new bisop has offered them. i understand all the difrent resions for going from its expected to the need to curry favour with him.
so i would be the last to viset her, i would be the ending of this ritual of debt, it had taken me a month of hard work to get my little plan in place.

walking in the room, its well past midnight by the shadows. looking to my right i see the watch dog, no that is wrong, pack mate. i had aranged to watch. my lady may have done wrong, but we are a pack still.
the wight in my hand reminds me of why i am here. i know paval is lerking around to see what i have planed.

with a silance the makes any sound even more loud i cross the room. look in to her eyes long and hard. i see her take notice of the small changers, the ones that being ductus brings. i notice her consern for althow i know how this will play out she dont. also releafe that i have come. that pavial will have no quarm with the dawn eclips.

my silance makes her shift, she knows from our previous incounters how much i am capable of. a soft smile lights my lips, haunting. not like the over enagetic one all the esbbat has seen. no this one holds knolage unspoken.

in my arms i carry a prezent for your, something i know will strike more deep than a blade, burn her more than sun light. what i have is not for the bishop and to prove my worth. no its somthing much more personal, cunning and deadly should the wrong people find out about its exsistance.

i dont need to look, as i take off the purple verlvert, purple was for royalty and she is my lady. i still give her this honnor. under the cloth that i now spread on the floor and place the bust apon as if it was a plinth. picking the right shade of rose marble was hard, death tends to paler our complestions.
i see from the flicker of her eyes, i was very close in my guess. i wont say the thing on the floor was pritty, for i am noz. 

"my lady" i say as i straighten up. looking long at her letting the silance wrap around us, the words unspoken. we never did need words between maker and child, whole coversations in a eyes frown. my ladys eyes hold nothing but shear terror, dread hangs in the air like the stench of death.

with out a word i leave, i know cara is there, has seen, as well as others. after all this is a play. 
to her torment i leave my lady, soon this night will end and then bright day will bring change again.

change this time i controle more of, yes the balance of power is forever dipping and rising. letting my self smile and look up to the moon. greetings and slautations ivy, welcome home!