Writing Challenge: A Dream

((This RP story is based on a writing prompt by another player wherein each person was required to write about a dream their character had about another character, preferably one that they were enemies with or tied to in some way.

WARNING: The following story may have mature/suggestive themes. Read at your own discretion.
 
))

The halls echoed eerily as Biara made her way through the spire. All of the guards were missing, their posts standing empty and abandoned. As the Magistrix passed from corridor to corridor, the only sound that greeted her was the slightest shuffling that her bare feet made on the cool stone floor, and the whisper of the gossamer gown that did little to cover her body. The wardmarks winding down to her hip glimmered in the dim light, their glow lighting her path through the darkness of night.

Where are my guards? Why is it so silent? Is ANYONE here?

The thoughts swirled through her head as she pressed onwards, moving towards the center of the spire. She approached a set of massive double doors that led to her audience chamber. The doors should have been guarded as the room often had guests from outside the House, but now they stood ominously ajar, just enough for her lithe form to pass through. They closed with a whisper behind her as she entered the chamber.

Far in the distance, her throne rose up, resting on a carpeted platform. She held audiences there, although never while clad in a dress that a light breeze could tear to shreds. As she moved across the echoing chamber, she saw figures at her throne in the darkness. Something drove her onward, made her eager to see another living being after spending so much time alone in the dark.

As she drew near, she gasped, the sound coming out loud in the otherwise still darkness. Lounging upon her throne sat Tiran Shard, the human enemy and general of Guildwatch whom she had fought so many times. At his feet to the right and left of the throne sat Cyn'laure Doh'Valsa and Chelody Smallwing, both clad in dresses similar to Biara's own, leaving little to the imagination.

Her eyes locked with Tiran's, his expression unreadable behind the mask that covered most of his features. Beyond the oddity of his presence and the presence of his former and current lover, the human's torso was bare, and his leather breeches were bereft of the weapons he normally carried. Despite her misgivings, Biara stepped closer as the human rose and moved towards her.

"How is this possible? How did you come to be here, in my spire? Where are my guards?" Biara murmured to the human as he drew near. His hands reached out, grasping her arms. The rough touch of the human sent shivers down her spine as she looked up into his eyes. Behind him Cyn'laure and Chelody arose, circling around behind the pair.

"It's quite simple Biara," his voice echoed. "I've defeated you. Your guards have abandoned you, and your tower and House are mine. You are my prisoner."

Rather than fear or anger, the words sent a spark of excitement up Biara's spine as Tiran held her in place. He towered over her, his brutish human form so much more powerful than her lithe Sin'dorei body. She knew she couldn't struggle against him, that his power was absolute here. Something in her mind told her it was so.

"And what do you plan to do with your prisoner?" she whispered back. She could feel the two Kaldorei women behind her, knew somehow that they were watching and waiting at Tiran's command. He was in control of the Spire utterly, his lovers not daring to disobey.

One of the General's hands slipped from her arm, reaching up to tilt her chin towards him, forcing her to gaze up at him. She knew somehow that behind his mask he was grinning, reveling in his victory over her. That too sent a shiver up her spine. She felt a hand touch her back, Chelody's perhaps? She didn't care as her gaze stayed focused on Tiran's.

"Whatever I wish," he responded. He leaned down, his hand slipping his mask down as his lips met Biara's. The heat of his bare body so near to hers. Her eyes closed as they kissed, her soft mouth pressed against his. The hands of the two Kaldorei touched lightly on the Magistrix's shoulders, pressing her forward against her captor....

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Biara jerked awake, instantly bolting upright in her bed. With wide eyes she looked around her bedchamber, her thoughts wild as she took in her surroundings. Her silken sheets lay crumpled around her, and her hair was a disaster, sticking out every which way. She pulled the sheets up close, covering her sheer nightgown. From the windows a chilly spring breeze blew in, the wind whispering in the darkness of midnight.

After a moment's thought, Biara laughed, the merry sound echoing through her bedchamber.

"Just a dream...it was all just a dream," she murmured, chuckling again. "As if one of those barbarians would ever touch me."

She shook her head and began to straighten out her sheets. She must have been thrashing around wildly for a few moments in order to have created such a disaster out of her bed. Fortunately any sounds she had made didn't attract the attention of her personal bodyguards or elemental guardians.

"I suppose that is what his Kaldorei lovers think of though," Biara mused again as she settled herself back down into the bed. "How utterly dreadful! As if such a creature could ever overpower me! What an odd thought to pass through one's mind!"

As is the way of dreams, the thought replayed in her mind several times as she tried to dismiss it and return to slumber. After a time her efforts succeeded, and the calm peace of Reverie returned. As she drifted back off to sleep, a secret smile played over Biara's lips.