Everything Has a Price

OOC: Takes place after this thread.

Jaenelle woke, smiling as she remembered how pleased Daemon had been at her gift and how he had, in turn, loved and pleased Witch. It had been the Misty Place so there had been no pain, no blood, nothing but love and warmth from the Warlord Prince who loved both Jaenelle the girl and Witch, Dreams Made Flesh.

She went to the kitchen and grabbed some nutcakes and coffee -- coffee was wonderful! -- and waited for Daemon to wake. She had many, many questions for him.

As Jaenelle sat, legs swinging in comfortable clothes with her hair unruly as she liked it, she got impatient. Where was her Prince? Now that she knew he was her best friend who loved and married her in the future, she wanted to spend more time with him!

"Prince?" She nearly shouted, then bounded into the bedroom where he was still asleep, clothed, for they only needed to be unclothed in the Misty Place with the new body she had formed for him. "Wake up! Prince, wake up, I want to know if you enjoyed mating!"

OOC: Takes place after this talk

The years had come and gone, and because Jaenelle Angelline was not one of the long-lived races, she had thought that she would not outlive her husband, Daemon Sadi. The very thought that she had was troubling. The people of Dhemlan looked to Papa now while her friends left her alone to grieve.

Years later, Twilight's Dawn had seemingly awoken her chalice (it had not broken by his death) and Jaenelle was Witch again, without a kingdom to rule or a Court to share it with... and of course, without a Consort or husband.

It had been a lark that she'd spoken to the Olympian Hades, but she sensed a common loss and a common need for power and acceptance of who they both were. Which was why after having her coffee, Jaenelle Angelline walked out without any Kindred to an open area of the Earth and waited to be brought to his kingdom.

Perhaps she could start over there, if he wasn't too terribly snarly...