Oriana felt a tightness in her chest as she sat up in bed, the silken silks clutched to her chest with a fist that rested over her aching heart. Glancing down at the sleeping Jon, beside her a bittersweet smile graced her lips.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">They are trying to ruin me...</span>she thought to herself as she slid carefully from bed, pulling on a white silken robe before heading out onto her balcony to gaze out over her courtyard. This was probably the only place where there was any light, no matter how false that it might be. The light of a full moon hung over the stone fortress, casting its eerie aura on the lumbering figures below. Their dark twisted and misshapen bodies, grotesque and horrifying though only revealed in the light of the false moon. When the â€œsunâ€ rose and they would look like nothing but normal humans and fey folk; a simple glamor really so that those not herself would see them as the fey and human folk.<br/><br/>â€œI must stop them, especially that Jason fellow....he could ruin everything....all of my plans....â€ she said softly, her hand going to rest on her still flat and taunt stomach. â€œOr should I say all of OUR plans...â€ she smirked. Jon had served her plans well and she really did not need him anymore, but with him there that meant the others were weak. It also meant that they would come to her in due time. Yes, now it was all about the waiting game.