Re: Chapter 2: Absolute Power
Vezina ended her night back at her room in her alternative inn, down the road from the Gilded Merchant that had become the center of her investigation. Her bruise from the fight with the gargoyle healed easily, almost a waste of her blood to heal. Had she been mortal still, she would have recovered from it in a day or so, but her body no longer healed itself save what she willed the blood to do.
With her thoughts on the stone-skinned demon, she soon fell to divining a plan for the next eve. She would need to hunt, then show herself at Sir Rodger's estate once again and hope to be privy to any information that spilled from the minion's lips. Abetorius, was lurking somewhere not far from London, perhaps even within it. There would need to be a reckoning with this sorcerer.
Vezina lay herself down with a pouch of her earth on either side of her hips, resting her hands over the precious fundament protectively. Once her investigations were done with and she had proved her place in London as a true scion, she could begin to tend to the matters of her own regality, acquiring a domain, servants, a herd. By the Christian Hell, she would need at least a decent wardrobe if nothing else. A true queen rules not by strength of arms alone. She must prove herself within the politics of this city, not just as a pawn to patrol the alleyways, hunting down monsters.