Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160414174046/@comment-24685738-20160417013657

Once Diana was laid down on the bed, she was instantly out like a light. The travelling, the taking care of Talin, the worry, the stress... Well, it had been a long time since she had slept in an actual bed.

The dreams began to torment her immediately.

First there was Levi, standing over her. She seemed to be stretched out on some form of stone table, her wrists bound tightly so that she formed an 'x'. Her husband seemed slightly angry, his mouth set in a hard line.

"This is going to hurt..."

And with that, her body was torn asunder.

The next image showed her some form of nursery, of which she had entered through a window. How odd. Why was she doing this?

Without her consent, her limbs dragged her stealthily across the room, towards the nursery. She loomed over the crib, staring down at the sleeping Bosmer baby inside. Her hand reached up and pulled the hood further down over her head, glancing to the doorway to make sure no one was coming.

She felt a slight tugging at the back of her mind, a whisper that told her what to do. She reached down and picked up the baby girl, moving back towards the window. As she placed her foot on the windowsill, the baby woke up and began to cry.

Almost immediately, a Redguard nursemaid came down the hall, a jovial smile on her face. "Oh, Deirdre, quit your whi-" She saw the hooded figure at the windowsill and instantly became angry. "Put that girl down!" She charged forward, to grab Diana.

On the voice's orders, Diana opened her mouth and let loose a scream, sending the old woman straight through the stone wall...

The scene changed, and this time Diana stood in a grand ballroom, dressed in a fanciful blue ballgown.

Hundreds of people swirled around her, dancing in many different gowns and coats of various colors. Men came over to ask her to dance, but they all were too focused on her hair for her to be comfortable.

A vague memory stirred in her mind, reminding her how rare her hair was, how valuable, how beautiful...

Diana turned them all down.

And then, she noticed the black haired man, with the hooked nose and the bright green eyes. He was handsome enough, and his hair and clothes were just disheveled enough to be fashionable, but to show how little he cared for his appearance.

He was... enchanting.

And no, he wasn't staring at her hair. His eyes watched her with some sort of... hunger, almost staring through her. As if... As if...

As if he was staring into her soul.

"Would you like to dance?" The man asked, a wolfish smile on his face. Diana grinned, widely, and let him lead her out onto the floor. An Altmer man watched them, in the corner, his brow furrowed.

They twirled for some time, keeping a conversation going as they did, until Diana finally asked for his name.

"Levi Draci." He grinned, watching her eyes. "And yours?"

"My name is-" And then the scene whirled away again.

This time, Diana was in another ballroom, at what appeared to be some masquerade ball. This time she was in a red dress, her face covered by a large black mask. It obscured her vision somewhat, but she could still make her way through the crowd.

Her hand gripped the dagger, tightly, hiding it in the folds of her dress as she moved toward a throne, upon which sat a tall Redguard man, who surveyed the crowd with his hawklike eyes. When she was close enough she drew back the dagger and threw it, speeding it along with a sonic scream.

The dagger struck the nobleman in the center of his chest. He convulsed for a second, and then lay still. The crowd surged forward with a yell, charging towards Diana in anger...

Diana finally woke up, her face beaded with sweat as she stared into the dark bedroom in fear. She didn't feel able to go to sleep... Not... Not with those visions occurring....