Kapri's eyes fluttered open, the softness of the bed beneath her seemed jarring against the pulsating pain within her body. Though not in comparison to crushing the pain of falling into the water at 90 mph. Her ribs seem to stab something in her side as she shifted to see the moon in its convergence phase, she enjoyed this time of the month the most as it reminded her of the moon back in the middle world, whole and brightest thing she ever seen at night. She sighed in the emptiness of the room, it was still, but her thought was very loud.
She had barged in and attacked Lord Dazriel of Vexheim. Treason.
Then she tried to kill him. Attempted Murder.
