1. Lysanne Shard

    Private Friendship, Perchance

    “My Lord,” she began, "It’s a complicated matter, and while I could wax poetic about the finer details, I prefer simplicity in times like these.” She paused for a moment, letting her gaze linger on his face and the sweet smile. Her violet gaze flickered to his fidgeting hands, the way he...
  2. Lysanne Shard

    Private Granite

    "You'd have been better off splashing your expensive wine on a sword." Lysanne didn’t flinch at his words, though there was a brief flicker in her eyes as she regarded him, her lips slightly curving into a smile. “I do hope the wine isn’t too rich for your taste." she added with a teasing smirk...
  3. Lysanne Shard

    Open Glitterwake

    The Garnets Ball was the icing on the cake of all the big events of the year in The Iron Gate. During the past year, a new mineral, Carthonite had been found in the mountains! Only now in the days of the winter-spring had the mining of the mineral slowly started and fortune seekers from all over...
  4. Lysanne Shard

    House Tourmalet

    At the foot of the Mheara Mountains, where the land weeps silver and blood in equal measure, stands the Iron Gate, a bastion carved into the bones of the mountains itself. This is the seat of House Tourmalet. Wealth flows to them not from fields, but from beneath the earth itself; rubies...
  5. Lysanne Shard

    Private Granite

    Lysanne did not return his gaze immediately. She watched the fire, the sputter of it in the broken hearth. 'I wouldn't be sitting in front of you if I wasn't.' “You’re right.” she said finally. The scent of the wine clung to the cold air like blood on silk, blackcurrant and spice. A vintage...
  6. Lysanne Shard

    Private Friendship, Perchance

    The carriage traversed down the uneven path. Lysanne sat comfortable in plush seats inside the covered cart. The motion of the carriage had a soothing and drowsy effect on her. If it weren't for the storm of marching men's footsteps behind them, she could have fallen asleep. There was a lullaby...
  7. Lysanne Shard

    Private Granite

    The sight of him was like a bloodletting come to life. Wrapped in scarlet from throat to heel and crowned with black horns, Kal Verun looked less like a man and more like a bad omen. Only the faintest raise of one brow betrayed her interest. Prudent? he had said. Lysanne? He must have mistaken...
  8. Lysanne Shard

    Private Granite

    A crumbling watchtower turned waystation near the edge of the holdings of House Tourmalet. Stone walls blackened by old smoke. The air was thin, the kind of cold that bites through whatever one would wear. Snow lingers in patches. A fire sputters in a low stone hearth. Wind hissed through broken...
  9. Lysanne Shard

    Open The Lion Dances Tonight

    At the mention of her name, she lowered into a curtsy. Slow and controlled. Like a swan folding in on itself at the final gasp of winter. She tilted her head, a dark curl brushing her cheek. Lysanne rose again with her chin lifted. A smirk dressed her plump lips. “If mine falls short, then the...
  10. Lysanne Shard

    Private Garden Entanglements [M]

    She straightened herself, leaning back slightly to regard Lestat, her eyes lingering for a moment on his chiseled form, before flicking back to his face. “How fortunate..” she murmured, her voice warm like wine. “...there are quite the few ladies of power within this realm.” The lion’s fountain...
  11. Lysanne Shard

    Open The Lion Dances Tonight

    Her movement smooth as water slipping down stone. Her body wrapped in Lestat’s chosen vision. The elven fabric in cool blue, molten silver. She felt like a watersnake dressed in a wave. Both beautiful and absurd in it. Beautiful, because she always was. Absurd, because she’d rather choose her...
  12. Lysanne Shard

    Private Garden Entanglements [M]

    Marriage has always been the language of thrones and coin. But people are not so easily moved as chess pieces. While Lestat was the warhammer, she’s the dagger. Even if Lestat sat closer at council, drank the better wine, heard more whispers from court than she ever did. “Without an heir, a...
  13. Lysanne Shard

    Private Garden Entanglements [M]

    “Oh, that is the point, my lord.” she said. “It’s not whether they can make me one of their own... it's whether I can make them ours.” His hands found her hips, like they always did. The boundaries of shame had eroded years ago. Lysanne leaned into his touch, a serpent basking in the heat of the...
  14. Lysanne Shard

    Private Garden Entanglements [M]

    She offered him a soft, amused glance beneath her long lashes. “Frère bien-aimé... I’d prefer things be given, rather than taken with sorcery or sleight.” Lysanne let her eyes fall shut, when his fingers slipped the gift into her hand, her brows lifted faintly in something like genuine surprise...
  15. Lysanne Shard

    Private Garden Entanglements [M]

    Her violet eyes, strange in the dim light of the cavern, searched his face. Not for affection, but for the signs of wavering and guilt. There was a flicker, there always was. That hesitation just before his mouth touched hers, before his hands wandered. That was the moment she owned him most...
  16. Lysanne Shard

    Private Garden Entanglements [M]

    The scent of ashvine always clung to her memories of this place... sweet, cloying, and just faintly poisonous. The garden had a pulse of secrets. A place carved between stone and shadow. Hidden like a forbidden love letter sealed away in a drawer. She found him as she always did: seated before...
  17. Lysanne Shard

    Lysanne Shard, Bastard of the Iron Gate

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