Another Ficlet challenge. I thought this might help satisfy my craving for working on the Belf plot.
“I dunno, Faylen” Dorri tried to feel the thrill of sneaking away as she followed him into the family sunroom. Nothing had the same feel anymore, not since she had failed at anything that mattered. She even suspected that her father had told the two women that were supposed to make sure that she and Faylen Sunray followed the rules of the house that they were no longer needed.
“Come on.” He pulled on her arm. His smile was the same, but she thought it was just silly now, not alluring. The door to the room fell shut behind them “What does it matter anyway?”
“What does it matter?” She pulled her arm away and took a few steps back. She listened to him talk with a growing sense of disbelief.
“… and even if you do get pregnant, it won’t change anything between us. I still plan on marrying you.’ Still stunned at Faylen’s callousness, she let him get close.
“No.” She shook her head as he tried to kiss her.
“No? Come on, Dorri. We’ve talked about this before.”
“I said, no!” She took a final step back and went to open the door. It was locked. When she turned around, he was leering at her. Gone was the veil of concern for her. Much like her father, Faylen saw her as something lesser now.
“You’ll do what I tell you one way or another.” There was a spell on his mind, she knew that look well enough. She struck before he could finish. A swift punch to the throat ended that. Since the door was locked, Dorri moved towards one of the large windows but someone was waiting for her.
“Vreldor, you tell her to do what I say.” She heard Faylen’s voice croak behind her.
“Are you all right?” She was not sure why she felt uneasy as Razkiel came through the door she had been certain was locked.
“Faylen…” Her brother hugged her.
“It’s all right. I’m here now.”
“NO!” She heard Faylen’s cry out outrage. “You promi..”
Someone was sitting on her. She tried to push them off, flailing as she tried to find purchase on the slick wooden floor. Her hands were covered… in blood! The young Sin’dorei did the first thing that came to mind. She screamed.