The World of Secfenia

“What is ours is yours. I think here you’ll find anything you need and if not, we will fix that.” [/color] She said warmly to all of them. Then she looked at Ylenia, “I’ll introduce you to my steward, Medhi, when she comes back from some errands. She can walk you through what the stewards tend to d...

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Aishe understood Akos’s hesitation. Pregnancy had proven to be dangerous for her. Her body was undead - permanently frozen at seventeen. The growth and support of new life was taxing. As pregnancy went on, she had grown weaker and frail, more human. She had even died from birth complications with th...

In the days following her correspondence with Cat, Aishe organized space for her friend within the house. It would do for now until Cat decided what she wanted to do - build her own house, buy a house, etc. A part of Aishe was concerned - their lives were different to that of Fenian nobility. She be...

Akos’s heart began to race, but Aishe resisted the attempt to move. Instead, she stayed put, caressing her with her gaze as she watched her mind work. It was a big ask. She knew that. Perhaps she was crazy. Yet, she felt a piece of them was missing and now that she spoke the idea aloud, it stuck to ...

Aishe laughed and shook her head against the pillows. “Hardly boring, ves’tacha. We lead exciting, or at least interesting, lives. It just feels like it’s been a while since we focused on us.” [/color] She wiggled closer, playfully nibbling her arm in return. She joked about how delicious she tasted...

The last three words hit a bit hard. She understood. She fully well knew the damage her fleeing reality did. Her actions had been purely selfish. She was an emotional person, which only strengthened when she was killed at seventeen. Her rage was in poor hands when it reared its head - powerful hands...

Aishe replenished her drink while Fallon spoke. She could appreciate his lack of desire for gossip, even if she felt like venting a bit after scraping the surface of things. She would proceed to keep her extended thoughts to herself as she took a sip of whiskey. Her chest had reached a state of warm...

Aishe laughed to his reply regarding his horse. She murmured a quiet “well played” before taking another sip. As the conversation turned back on her, she couldn’t say she was surprised. Everyone was curious. It was something she tried to ignore when she could. Her heart still hurt. Ached. Her anger ...