OOC: Open to Sith or anyone who has a logical reason to be at the aftermath of the linked thread
It had been several hours since the slaughter of the Red Banquet had taken place, and the Sith Lord had returned to the scene of the event. Drying blood clung to the floor and the smell of death was still thick in the air. Bodies were strewn on the floor, and it was all deathly silent in a way that was fitting for what had happened.
For her part, the Sith Lord had shoved a portion of food and dishes off the banquet table and onto the floor. In the empty place she now sat cross-legged in meditation. Dried blood clung to her pale skin from where it had splattered during the violence and subsequent purging of the surrounding facilities. The blood-soaked hairpin now replaced in her hair had seen more kills in this night than some weapons saw in a carrier of service. The Sith Lord had done what was necessary.
And now she paused to think and reflect. Some Sith might have cautioned such a move to be unwise, but some Sith were also idiots. There was much to make clear.
The anger was still boiling within her as she thought about what had happened. She realized as she meditated that the reason for that was because Malicia’s spineless submission had greatly endangered Andruil’s own position. What had once been a powerful ally - even a friend - had completely failed to be even a fraction of what she had presented herself as. And that could potentially endanger Andruil’s position as one of her former allies.
Perhaps it was one of the few saving graces that she was friends with Stolas as well. But was she really? What even were friends in the Sith? She’d fooled herself enough. Loyalty had no place in the Sith. Loyalty to herself and her kingdom and whatever was in its best interest. Emryc... was a more complicated matter and one she continued to try to avoid. Morgan’s revelations had been far more hurtful - and by extension impactful - than she would have liked. He would have sacrificed her in a heartbeat if he felt it necessary. She’d tried to pull herself away before without success.
But the bottom line was simple: she needed to prepare for the worst. Prepare her kingdom to be assaulted by anyone at any time. Ensure she was of value to whoever was Dark Lord or become the same herself. She needed to ready for war and protect herself. But at the moment, she needed to reflect.
For her part, the Sith Lord had shoved a portion of food and dishes off the banquet table and onto the floor. In the empty place she now sat cross-legged in meditation. Dried blood clung to her pale skin from where it had splattered during the violence and subsequent purging of the surrounding facilities. The blood-soaked hairpin now replaced in her hair had seen more kills in this night than some weapons saw in a carrier of service. The Sith Lord had done what was necessary.
And now she paused to think and reflect. Some Sith might have cautioned such a move to be unwise, but some Sith were also idiots. There was much to make clear.
The anger was still boiling within her as she thought about what had happened. She realized as she meditated that the reason for that was because Malicia’s spineless submission had greatly endangered Andruil’s own position. What had once been a powerful ally - even a friend - had completely failed to be even a fraction of what she had presented herself as. And that could potentially endanger Andruil’s position as one of her former allies.
Perhaps it was one of the few saving graces that she was friends with Stolas as well. But was she really? What even were friends in the Sith? She’d fooled herself enough. Loyalty had no place in the Sith. Loyalty to herself and her kingdom and whatever was in its best interest. Emryc... was a more complicated matter and one she continued to try to avoid. Morgan’s revelations had been far more hurtful - and by extension impactful - than she would have liked. He would have sacrificed her in a heartbeat if he felt it necessary. She’d tried to pull herself away before without success.
But the bottom line was simple: she needed to prepare for the worst. Prepare her kingdom to be assaulted by anyone at any time. Ensure she was of value to whoever was Dark Lord or become the same herself. She needed to ready for war and protect herself. But at the moment, she needed to reflect.