<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/28fdcf6d-d309-4bf6-9906-b7455b5cab6b_zpsd4dvxswe.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container" style="display: block;"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;">Clothing</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/IMG_0001_zpsfbnydji6.jpeg)</div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><strong>Name</strong>: Bellatrix<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Karen Morhen - Dining Hall<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The moment she sat down at the table, Tess silently brought her a pitcher of wine, a fresh goblet, and a plate of fruit with some cheese and a few eggs. Everyone seemed to have a soft, sweet relationship with the older cook except Bellatrix. It's not that she had done anything to the woman, perhaps the cook merely saw her as something to avoid and not to anger or befriend. The sorceress didn't even acknowledge the woman as she remained invisible in the background, disappearing back into the kitchen as if never there in the first place. Pouring herself a cup of the wine, she took a small sip, her amber eyes peeking over the rim, her smile hidden as she watched Arlaine flee from the scene oh, so full of heartbreak and trauma.<br/><br/>The smirk then disappeared when Mael rushed out to follow her like some friend of comfort, and Bellatrix had to resist the desire to stand up and follow them to see what their actions would entail lest Mael comforted Arlaine<em>too</em>much, or Arlaine take out some over exaggerated form of revenge on her by injuring Mael himself.<br/><br/>See, the way she saw it was diabolically simple: Mael was hers in every physical and breathable way, as was she, his. Their trysts, fights, really entire relationship was their creation, their doing. When they split up, they never traversed far from one another, their separation brief but undeniably cruel, when they were together, it was territorial, their love tainted and violently delicious.<br/><br/>And that's where Bellatrix kept it, for she honestly believed as much as love was truly the most powerful source in the universe, it was also the most destructive.<br/><br/>But on the side of the coin that she and Mael were one, the other side had to be viewed as well: Conor and Arlaine were -not-.<br/><br/>As far as she knew, they were just above the "oh, you exist?" level in their relationship. True, the kiss was meant to ignite a form of revenge, especially since the bitch had all but....no, -had-...<em>had</em>flat out accused her of stealing something the night before, insinuating that Bellatrix cared enough to actually sneak into her room and steal some book, or locket, or whatever the hell it was.<br/><br/>Plucking a ripe grape from the stem that Tess had served her, Bellatrix knew the game was starting. It was like that time she slept with what's-his-face, the tavern boy...Eli? And Arlaine had cast a spell to make her hair fall out.<br/><br/>Her heart hammered at the thought of Arlaine turning tables and fucking Mael....wait, he wouldn't do that....would he? Talk about an insane backfire. Shit. No.<br/><br/><em>Fuck</em>!<br/><br/>In her anger she conjured the mental image of them fucking in her mind and just before she was about to ignite in righteous indignation a throat was cleared off to the side, interrupting her fuse.<br/><br/>It was Tess, holding another goblet looking pointedly at Bellatrix's hand. Following her gaze, she saw that in her mind-wanderings, her anger had the magical fire in her hand melting into the goblet itself. When she sat it down, the imprint of her hand was burned into the side where she had been holding it, and Tess picked it up with a thick towel before replacing it with the other one. Wordlessly, Bellatrix poured herself another drink, and changed the mental subject in her mind to something of a more immediate importance.<br/><br/>There was a letter in her room under warded lock and key from Hereward III of Ellander requesting her aid and the aid of the Witchers. It was one of the major things Bellatrix needed to discuss with Lucrezia as the Duke was a major opportunity to showcase the world as to what Kaer Morhen could produce.<br/><br/>There was a secret side to it all as well, as she and that family had history. Bellatrix had helped them with a private family matter many years before with the present Duke's father, the late Hereward II, and during this time found out that they had an heirloom stretching back ages that she so desperately wanted, a large ancient flawless diamond that, when enchanted, could be turned into something extremely powerful. She was in the middle of constructing a staff and that diamond would finish it.<br/><br/>The young Prince apparently had a griffin come from the nearby mountains and nest on his grounds, its mate and it laying eggs and feeding off of nearby livestock and recently getting bolder to capture a couple of citizens. Several squadrons of his soldiers either came back empty handed or not at all, and in desperation to be rid of them in time for an upcoming festival in a few days time, he had offered Bellatrix exactly what she had wanted for years: the diamond and 600 in gold for the hasty removal of the griffins.<br/><br/>She would need to discuss with Lucrezia if they should accept this and whom should come with her. Unfortunately, the best ally in the sorceress department was Arlaine. As a specialized enchantress, Arlaine would be able to do exactly what was needed to make the diamond work properly and perfectly. The only problem was getting her to do it.<br/><br/>