Meanwhile!

Olivia wakes up in terrible pain. She can't even turn her head and simply stares up at the ceiling of the hospital room. She can't see the ceiling though, she can't feel the softness of the hospital bed, she can only see, again and again, Ursa's lifeless head falling from her shoulders. She can only feel the stabbing pain of the spear through her chest. She closes her eyes and then opens them again, the image gone. She runs a hand over the blanket that covers her naked body and notices that she can feel the fabric beneath her hand. She can feel the pain of her injuries and she opens her mouth, "Ursa... I'm free..." she says and then lets out a mirthless laugh, "I'm free and you're gone. What good is that to me? Even now I still won't be able to feel you again, I might have lived, but I might as well be dead," she says and then ignores the pain as she slides her feet off the bed and stands up. She shivers as she feels the blanket slip off her body exposing her naked form to the air. She runs her hand to her chest and she feels the raw skin there where the spear had pierced, only barely missing her heart. The healers had done all they could, but the area was still tender and if she wanted to she could push her hand right through and grab her own heart. A simple squeeze and she could end her life, she could be with Ursa.

She sighs and drops her hand to her side, "she can't. Not yet, after all she still has one thing left to do," She finds her clothes nearby, and puts them on, unbothered by the torn fabric exposing most of her breast. A man enters as she finishes dressing and he looks surprised to see her up.

"You shouldn't be up yet!" he says and moves towards her, intent on forcing her back into bed.

"I'm fine," she responds and pushes him away. He stumbles and falls against the wall, not expecting the amount of strength she pushed him with. She's a little stunned by it as well, but shakes it off quickly, "where's..." she starts in an angry voice and then composes herself and continues calmly, "where is Master Doom?" she asks sweetly and still stunned he informs her that Doom has left. She nods and then pushes past him leaving the room and heading towards the front gates.

She stands near the gates, the guards ignore her, it seems that no one has realized she's gotten free, so she was just Doom's puppet, they didn't question where she went, what she did. She had intended on just trying to kill Doom once he got back, but a new plan was formulating itself. She was Olivia Laurent, priestess of the Light and she could do more than just throw her life away to kill one monster. She heads to the prison and like normal the guards ignore her, she goes to the cell that holds the Queen and Princess and looks around to ensure no one else was there. Confirming that no guards are around, she kneels down, "Your highness. I am Olivia Laurent. I'm going to get you out of here," she tells them.

Cara sits up in her own hospital bed. A small meal is in a tray resting on her lap and she eats hungrily. Her injuries had been pretty severe, but they healed well enough and she was feeling fine, still she wasn't about to say anything, this was the most rest and the best food she'd gotten in a long time, perhaps even since she fled. She hesitates, thinking about it. It'd been some time since she'd thought about those days. She wonders what had brought it back to mind and then sighs. It was Doom, he'd called her Mira and stirred up those memories.

She looks down at the food and more memories flood back. She's sitting at a table. A feast in front of her, beside her sits a young man and she feels his hand move to her thigh as he smiles at her. The man at the head of the table is speaking, but she's not focused on his words, she's focused on that hand on her thigh as it moves slowly up her thigh, sliding up her skirt. Her heartbeat quickens, she wants to run, but she can't move, she looks around for help, but her eyes only meet those of an older woman across the table from her. The woman is staring at her meaningfully. It's clear the woman can see the fear and anxiety on Cara's face, but she has no intention of helping. Cara tenses as she feels the man's hand slip between her thighs starting to gently rub her through her panties. Cara wants to scream, it feels like everyone is staring at her now, the speech being made has been entirely drowned out by the sound of her heart pumping in her chest. She looks to the woman across the table again, pleading with her to stop this. To say something, anything, but the woman just stares at her and she can hear the words in her head.

"Let it happen. Let him do whatever he wants, this is important for us,"

The scene changes and she's being carried. She's tossed onto her bed by the man. Her room, once a place of safety, now seemed frightening to her with this man here. Her safe haven had been poisoned. He leans down, pinning her arms down on either side of her head as he runs his tongue slowly down her cheek to her neck before he bites her neck making her whimper. His hands release her wrists and slide down, slipping the straps of her dress down her shoulders and sliding the dress down her body, uncovering her breasts and he kisses down to her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking on it gently as his tongue runs over the soft flesh. She doesn't struggle or try to stop him as much as she wants too, she feels him slide her dress down her legs, leaving her in only her panties and then he tugs those down as well.

He pulls away leaving her on the bed, a moment's reprieve, but one that won't last long as he slips off his own clothes, a fancy white and gold jacket over a simple white undershirt, a pair of white pantaloons follow and are tossed haphazardly aside freeing his cock. She refuses to look at it, but she can smell it once it's freed, a powerful scent that makes her gag and then he's on her again. His hands pin hers down again as he presses in between her thighs and she feels his cock rest against her virgin cunt. She wants to beg him, to scream for help, to do anything, but she knows what will happen if she does. She has ****, but to lie there and let it happen and she closes her eyes tightly as she feels his cock push into her, the pain is awful as his cock tears through her hymen and then is quickly **** deeper, there is no care or concern for her in this act.

His cock pushes deeper and deeper into her tight, inexperienced cunt until he's all the way in and then he begins to slam into her, rutting her like a beast in heat. She is silent, her eyes closed as she tries to desperately think about anything else to take her away from this moment, the pain and these disgusting sensations. Later she's alone lying on the bed, curled up on her side. She hasn't bothered to redress and simply lies there. She can feel his seed spilling from her abused and claimed cunt and she shudders and knows that this isn't over. Tomorrow... Tomorrow she marries him and this will become her life from this day on.

Back in the present Cara no longer feels hungry. She sets the food aside and lies down on the bed staring up at the ceiling. She never wanted to hear the name Mira Cosmir again. She had gladly thrown away that name, that person when she fled into the night and found herself... in the darkness.

Elizabeth smashes her fist into the mirror and pulls her hand back watching her hand bleed. She is in a holding cell. She'd fled Alms Amour, but after passing the border into Mnemaria she'd been found by some guards. They listened to her story about what happened in Alms Amour, but decided they couldn't trust her. They worried she was some kind of spy so they'd stuck her here. Trapped with her thoughts and waiting for some higher up to come see her. She'd spent most of the time catching peeks of herself in the mirror in the small room. Every time it felt like her stomach looked bigger and she found herself wondering if they could tell, if that's why they thought she might have turned. Could they tell that she was...

That was when she hit the mirror, silencing the voices, the doubt, she wasn't pregnant, it was all in her head, they were just being cautious and she just needed to wait. She sits on the small bed provided for her and creates a small flame to burn away the blood on her hand. With her immunity to flame it was an effective and painless way to clean herself. She places her hand down afterwards and tenses as she realizes that her hand had instinctively dropped to her stomach. She almost screams as she tears her hand away from her stomach and flops onto her side, putting her hands in front of her face and breathing heavily. A terrible sick feeling passes through her as the doubts start to press back in. She swears she can feel something moving inside of her and she wants to throw up, but she closes her eyes telling herself it's not real.

Her thoughts are broken by the sound of footsteps and then the door to her cell opens, "Elizabeth Culday?" an imperious female voice asks and she raises her head, nodding and then stops as she sees who's addressing her. Elizabeth slides off the bed and bows at the Amazonian woman towering over her.

"My... My queen... I didn't expect to see you in person," Elizabeth says quickly.

"Stop your groveling, tell me everything about this situation in Alms Amour," Alkadabuki commands as she crosses her arms under her massive breasts, lifting them up unintentionally, which also has the side effect of completely obscuring her view of the kneeling woman in front of her. Elizabeth finds herself staring into the underside of Alkadabuki's breasts instead of her face, but neither is willing to address the issue and simply continue as normal.

Elizabeth recounts the story once again as Alkadabuki listens intently and once Elizabeth finishes the tale, Alkadabuki lowers her arms, letting her breasts fall, bouncing slightly, which she ignores as she speaks, "sounds like a problem. The Hero is busy, so I'll deal with this myself. I want you to come with me, your knowledge of this foe will come in handy," she says and turns to leave the cell.

Elizabeth smiles and moves to follow after her, she can't believe this, Alkadabuki herself trusts her and is going to help her deal with Doom, she's thrilled, at least until she suddenly feels a strange sensation in her chest like great pressure, she raises a hand and gently squeezes her breast testingly. Her eyes widen as she feels the unmistakable sensation of milk leaking from her nipples.

Gitta knocks on the door to the Queen's chamber, "Doom? Are you there? I, I wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier? I know you're probably beating yourself up over it a bit and I just wanted to comfort you and tell you it's okay?" she suggests. There's no answer and she carefully opens the door. The room is empty and she enters, "I guess he went somewhere. I hope he's feeling better," she says as she moves over to the bed and carefully sits down on it, marveling at how soft it is. She bounces a few times up and down enjoying the give of the bed and then spots something on a table by the bed, "Oh! This is the book that Scribe lady had," she says and grabs it, opening it up and looking through it.

"Just a bunch of names. So, many names," she says and smiles, flipping to the latest page and giggles, "Oh, there's my name... and Raig's and I guess this must be Cara's and that means this must be..." she freezes and her smile vanishes, the name in front of her is one she recognizes. One she'd always recognize. The last time she'd heard that name was when he was sentenced to **** for his crimes, crimes that included **** her on a guard wall. The book slips from her hands onto the floor. Melanoche had promised that she'd see him again, but she hadn't imagined. "It's not fair," she says weakly as she feels tears drop from her cheeks onto her thighs.

"Melanoche, how could you do this to me? How could you promise me vengeance and then make him..." she hesitates and then stands up her face set into a determined look, "this is a test isn't it? Fine. I'll do it. I'll find a way to kill him. I have power now, but it's only fair that he has power as well. I was stupid to think it would be easy," she says and moves a hand to wipe the tears from her face, "of course Melanoche isn't just handing him to me on a silver platter, it's the same as back then... the power imbalance, he's so much stronger than me, but this time... I'll find a way to kill him anyway," she says and smiles, "I'll kill Doom no matter what it takes," she promises the empty air.