Of Ashes and Wind

Out of Control

*Sexual Assault Warning*

She didn't think that he would have the audacity.

She tried reaching for the hunting knife she put under the pillow, but her limbs were stunned with a strong magic.

Eiriell did the next best thing and reached out to Liona.

She struggled against the binding magic with her own, her chest alight while she focused her magical energy on combating her attacker's.

All the while Rollin Wolfsbane had mounted her.

He muttered an incantation and the binding magic was once again in place.

Rollin didn't graduate at the top of his year for show.

She felt helpless with her eyes looking furiously around the room while her body was limp and at his mercy.

"Stay quiet and let me take what's rightfully mine, Eiri." Rollin placed a kiss at her cheek. "If I'd known that damn Stroud sullied you, I would have forgone the pleasantries long ago."

Eiriell Elatoris refused to just lay there, she felt a hum from Lionheart's feather that was still braided into her hair.

All at once, she reached for the bone hunting knife and slashed it upwards while summoning a razor-sharp gale. The binding spell had worn off. A shallow line of red bled from across Rollin's chest as he looked up dumbfoundedly.

"H-How?" Rollin was wide-eyed from the way Eiriell was able to move so freely. "That was the Medusa's Glare, how did you break that?" A notorious spell.

"I swear on the heavens that I will ensure no spawn comes from your putrid dick." Eiriell seethed, there was a screech at her window.

Liona was outside her window, she had no doubt that her gryphon had awoken half the Brilux Royal Palace.

Quickly, Elnaril and a group of both elven and human guards approached the room.

Elnaril saw the sight, her granddaughter's night clothes ripped down the center and Rollin cowering before Eiriell's knife.

"What is going on?" Elnaril stepped in.

Rollin looked up and then at his guards.

An idea.

"She seduced me and then tried to kill me! She attempted to escape on her gryphon but her damned beast had given away the plot!" Rollin quickly explained to the guards.

"Bull shit!" One of the elven guards spat out.

"She's no better than a common whore, which is why she spread her legs so easily for a commoner!" Rollin raged. "The former Elven King was in on the plot, they're trying to assassinate the Brilux Royalty!"

Elnaril flicked her wrist, Rollin's mouth frozen shut.

"Detain them!" One of the human guards tried charging into the room, but the elven guards fought back against the onslaught.

"Change, now." Elnaril demanded, she had her sword in hand already from when she first ran to Eiriell's room. She slept in trousers and tunic most nights. Eiriell, however, needed to get out of the ripped clothes.

Eiriell fumbled on her riding trousers and tunic, her boots pulled on in a hurry. Rollin attempted to watch but Elnaril blocked his vision. All the while the fighting went on in the hall ways. There was an echo boots and shouting.

More human guards.

"Get on Liona and go, rally as many of our people and then we'll escape this city." Elnaril instructed. "It's imperative we move fast." Before the Royal Court Mages and the rest of Palace Guard could mobilize.

"But Grandsire..."

Elnaril merely grinned, "You don't get to two hundred years without learning a thing or two. They'll need more than some guards to hold me." Eiriell nodded, her weapons belt tied to her waist and the hunting knife at her side. She jumped off the window and on to Liona's back.

"Go!" Elnaril roared, she began her onslaught of magic to escape.