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Despite continuing chores and duties, an uncustomary hush blanketed the castle. Not because the much beloved Queen Regnant lay dying. Her age and frailty had made that long expected. But of late, the Heiress, her daughter, had acquired behaviors deemed...unnatural.

Nightly sounds swelled and echoed throughout halls and corridors, doing nothing to quell the rising alarm. Chambermaids, minstrels, clerks, grooms, and even Knights exchanged nods and glances, whispers and looks at the cacophany emanating from the Princess' room. Howls, grunts, moans, barks. And screams. Screams that continued long into the nights. They spoke of dark arts, depraved acts, and no one felt safe.

Tension mounted when a group of Lords arrived to inquire after the Queen. Princess Noshara entered the throne room with four impossibly handsome men no one had ever seen before or knew. Restrained gasps arose when the courtiers saw the Princess' eyes had changed to a hue insinuating debauchery and devilry.

She suffered the Lords no courtesies, refused to answer their questions, then, with a wave of her hand, dismissed them. Thereafter began the nightly forays she and her male retinue pursued. They returned through the castle's little used entrance deep within its bowels. Grooms collecting their horses spoke of the men's blood-stained lips and still dripping mouths.

A fortnight passed into a glorious morning witnessing the castle's staff falling to their knees and singing in praise. The Queen emerged from her room hail and hearty, fit and young. Vibrant and smiling. All rushed to kiss her hand and pronounce their undying love. Indeed, the much beloved Queen was loved by none greater than the daughter who had bequeathed her mother youth by sacrificing her soul.

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Despite continuing chores and duties, an uncustomary hush blanketed the castle. Not because the much beloved Queen Regnant lay dying. Her age and frailty had made that long expected. But of late, the Heiress, her daughter, had acquired behaviors deemed...unnatural.

Nightly sounds swelled and echoed throughout halls and corridors, doing nothing to quell the rising alarm. Chambermaids, minstrels, clerks, grooms, and even Knights exchanged nods and glances, whispers and looks at the cacophany emanating from the Princess' room. Howls, grunts, moans, barks. And screams. Screams that continued long into the nights. They spoke of dark arts, depraved acts, and no one felt safe.

Tension mounted when a group of Lords arrived to inquire after the Queen. Princess Noshara entered the throne room with four impossibly handsome men no one had ever seen before or knew. Restrained gasps arose when the courtiers saw the Princess' eyes had changed to a hue insinuating debauchery and devilry.

She suffered the Lords no courtesies, refused to answer their questions, then, with a wave of her hand, dismissed them. Thereafter began the nightly forays she and her male retinue pursued. They returned through the castle's little used entrance deep within its bowels. Grooms collecting their horses spoke of the men's blood-stained lips and still dripping mouths.

A fortnight passed into a glorious morning witnessing the castle's staff falling to their knees and singing in praise. The Queen emerged from her room hail and hearty, fit and young. Vibrant and smiling. All rushed to kiss her hand and pronounce their undying love. Indeed, the much beloved Queen was loved by none greater than the daughter who had bequeathed her mother youth by sacrificing her soul.