Bursting out into the streets like a storm, Estaria strode with purpose. The younger and more zealous of the Druchii stepped out of her way, for they could feel the searing heat of her determination and dared not stand in the way of the Child of Khaine when she looked as she did. The dress flowed off her like a royal regalia, and statues wept blood at her passing, potents that could not be ignored. Of course, with age comes arrogance to stand to the Gods themselves and believe yourself superior. So it was that on her search she was accosted by a Dreadlord in front of her, a sneer on his face and a look on his face that screamed his intentions. To better himself in the eyes of all Druchii by belittling one so highly regarded.

“Ahh, it is wonderful to run into you, Sickle. I am holding a party and we are short of slaves to service the guests. You are required, so if you would just follow me” He spoke as if every word was a foregone conclusion, but Estaria did not have time to play into his ego, and so decided to let him down gently. Responding with a curtsey that fired his blood, Estaria smiled warmly.

“I am sorry, My Lord. I am currently under orders of my Mistress, Filnon Nightfury. As much as I hate to refuse the requests of a Druchii noble, I can not undermine her authority under any circumstances. So, if you will excuse me” Estaria gave him another dipping curtsey and then heading back on her journey.

Any other place in the Druchii continent, and she would see herself be dragged to this party and tortured half to death for the sheer disobedience. But this city was kept to the most stringently tyrannical rules of any Druchii city, and anything the Dreadlord wished to do would have to be in the shadows, lest he get executed. All he could do was seethe in rage as Estaria walked past him, his plans backfiring as people talked behind him and around him. But Estaria did not care for that, as she was following the trail of her beloved Mistress. The minimap was very helpful there, as it detailed where Players were, so she caught up to Filnon, and put a hand on her shoulder to stop her as she rushed through the streets.

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“Unhand me!” Filnon hissed, her tone full of vitriol and fire. But when she saw it was Estaria, her breath caught in her throat. And then the dress, and the collar. It was all too much for the woman, and she just broke into tears, falling on Estaria, who hugged her gently. She didn’t judge. Without this dress, she would probably be the same. Sobbing in the house without an idea of how to help Filnon. But, there was a power in these clothes, from the God who now called her daughter.

There were no words given, no words taken, just the comfort of love. Estaria brought Filnon back to the home after she had cried herself out, and they simply fell asleep in the warm embrace of each other. Come the morning, Filnon wanted to pretend it all didn’t happen and just return to how life was before. But Estaria was having none of that, and got up, dressing in her Bride’s uniform, and trapped her in a hug.

“Is that any way to treat your newly wed wife? Just jump up of a morning and ignore her?” Estaria asked, kissing Filnon’s neck.

“Ahh~ Es...I...didn’t know. I didn’t, want to force you into anything” Filnon was so unsure of herself, it was rather disconcerting. So Es took the initiative.

“Then let me dampen your fears. You did not force me to wear this collar, you did not force me to get this dress. You did not force me to rush out and find you in the streets, to comfort you when you were down, and to bring you back here. It was all my choice. As is what I do now, Filnon” Estaria then picked Filnon up, and dropped her on the bed, fighting with the protesting Druchii and getting her hands chained up in the manacles. Filnon realized what was going to happen and gave Estaria a glare.

“You let me out of this right now or I will-” she was cut off when Estaria slipped the large ball of rubber into her mouth and attached the straps around the back of her neck. And finally the thick strip of cloth blinded the Druchii.

“Now, on the topic of forcing things. I think I owe you a little payback for when I first arrived, don’t you?” She teased. “My. Darling. Wife” each word was followed by a kiss, and they implied much more was going to happen to Filnon before the day was out.