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[center][h3]--Athroyeaux Castle - Throne Room--[/h3][/center]
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By the express permission from the Spectre King himself, a tear in space-time formed at the centre of the throne-hosting hall before it took the shape of a glowing archway, one that connected this place to somewhere else far away. The portal heralded the arrival of one Melisande Tearmoon, even though the young chronomancer was supposedly in her workshop at Hathforth, miles upon miles away to the south of Ravenfell. Yet, here she was, the Lilim herself, in the... flesh.

However, to those gifted with the proper supernatural senses, they'd be able to notice the palpable, almost opaque, shadow oozing off the young girl. The presence she carried wasn't the mystical whims of the Feywilds, instead the foreboding twilight of the Shade.

[color=f68192][i]How adorable...[/i][/color]

Kronos couldn't help but allow the subtlest of smirk to curl at the corner of the Simulacrum's lips as the Dimension Door closed behind it. These... pale imitations of Shadekin, former mortals seeking to become something they're not, look at what they must do to mimic but a fraction of the Shadeborne's timeless existence.

Chuckling mentally, the Dremora of Time stepped forward toward the obsidian throne where the Ghost-King sat waiting. As it did, the already dim ambience of the hall seemed to darken even more. Indeed, that was probably due to the candles set by the throne inexplicably snuffing out, as if invisible umbral hands robbed them of their warmth. By the time 'Melisande' arrived before the sovereign of Ravenfell, there was no more red light to reflect off his vambraces.

[color=f68192][b]"Your Majesty King Lamont DuFairre of Ravenfell, I am Melisande of the Tearmoon Coven, here as invited by your subject."[/b][/color] Melisande's visage smiled politely as she gave a curtsy, though the umbral being puppeteering the simulacrum was grinning from ear-to-ear. It toyed with the idea that Lamont knew that it knew that he could sense the Dremora's presence, but regardless, the masquerade must be maintained.

[color=f68192][i]Perhaps there's indeed fun to be had in the mortal world...[/i][/color] Perhaps, its kin's obsession with the material plane had merits after all...

[@Estylwen]