Albiorix flew for some time, unsure where to land, unsure where to stop as he fled the scene that he had just witnessed within the manor. Having witnessed someone with the amount of power that could cause the world to crumble around her. It was something that once appealed to him, it was once a role he had hoped he could fill, one he pretended to for a long while. But it was never meant to be, he knew that. And he wasn't ready to be anyone's pawn anymore, especially a tyrannical child who didn't understand the weight of her families actions.<br/><br/>Albi flew for a few moments, mindlessly heading in whatever direction his wings to him. Though he couldn't hide the surprise as a familiar set of houses loomed into view. His home, among them, a burned scar across the old peaceful village. One the people had turned a blind eye too. But why here? Albiorix had spent his entire teen and adult life avoiding this place, yet in his mindless thought, his body had been drawn here. For some reason, he couldn't explain. A sense of familiarity as he grew closer. Albiorix flew closer, perching himself upon one of the many blackened and burned boards as he settled for a moment.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">I must admit your son has me under a spell, as it were.</span>"<br/><br/>A familiar voice escaped the memory of the house, Albiorix standing in a stunned silence as he almost thought he had misheard it. But soon after, he could see a scene, through Hawke's eyes. His encounter in the Leaky Cauldron. It was so strong, like Hawke was trying to force him to see it... or... someone. 'your son'.. the words re-awoke him. Pulling his consciousness straight out of the 'shared' memory. Albiorix turned his small black head around, glancing through the openings in the house. Suddenly realizing why his step-mother had entered his mind upon leaving the manor. It wasn't because he saw himself in the shoes of that small girl, no it was because... that bastard... he was talking to her, bringing him here. But how?<br/><br/>Albiorix had his suspicions.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fguiltypleasuresroleplaying.com%2Fxenforo%2Findex.php%3Fattachments%2Funtitled-png.15673%2F&amp;hash=7219691817467a0666dbec28fa2163a3" title="index.php">
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<br/>​</div>Analese stood in a stony cold silence as her eyes pierced Hawke's. Her mind invading the other man's, rather easily. Almost too much so, though she thought nothing of it as she was presented with the images she so desperately sought. Her son, on a date with this man. The scene soon after shifting to one of much more intimacy. She didn't even have to push, the vision coming to her willingly. She watched for only long enough before she pulled her consciousness free from his mind. Her cold silence suddenly breaking as her perfect older features morphed into a bright jovial expression.<br/><br/>A chuckle of almost pure glee escaping her lips as she stepped away for a second, but the sound would send even the most hardened of individuals a cold chill down the spine. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">Marvelous.</span>" She said with that same gleeful smile as she clapped two small wrinkled hands together. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">You will do, marvelously!</span>" She exclaimed as she waved a hand towards Rosa just behind him. The woman whispering a few quiet words before Hawke would find himself plagued by a full body paralysis over his muscles. Analese watching as his muscles tensed like he was wrapped in a long coil of invisible rope. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">I would apologize, for dragging you into our family drama. But it is better this way.</span>" She moved closer, her eyes still shining brightly down at him as if all of her hopes and dreams had come to fruition.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">You see, I have been long seeking someone like you. You'll bring my dear Albion straight to me in no time at all. You even look like him, in a way.</span>" Her eyes looked over to Rosa as she spoke again. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">What was his name? The Ravenclaw lad Albion fancied so?</span>" "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">Nathaniel</span>" Rosa sighed a bit reluctantly as if she really didn't want any part of any of this.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Yes- that is his name. No wonder he fancies you, he never did get over that one. Oh well, it looks like I was right.</span>" She leaned down a bit, her face hovering over Hawke's face as she spoke a bit more lightly. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">We're going to spend so much time getting to know each other.</span>" She said in what almost sounded like the voice of a young girl receiving her first doll. Placing her hand upon Hawke's chest as the two were whipped up into a cloud of smoke and they both vanished with a loud CRACK.