Matters of the heart |||

She hadn't forgotten the way Vince had looked her up and down, during their first meeting. The way he'd flirted with her. The way he'd made an offer to her to stay at his court, if and when, Ambrose had 'tired' of her. Sephora was absolutely furious with Ambrose and his behavior, and was still suspicious of Ravyn - enough that it would definitely work to her advantage with the dark Lord. It was time to see if that offer of his, was a genuine one, or if it was all just a bluff.

Sephora entered the throne room, and walked with long graceful strides, over to the door of adamant stone. She'd finally read up, what the black mist behind the door was. It was in fact a portal - a rip in the world, that bent and fluctuated under the host's will, so it could take you to where ever you wanted within Igritann, to a point. It had been crafted by the teleporting Lord Daemon himself.

Sephora halted before the door and splayed her hand against the cold smooth stone. She wasn't a Lord of stone, but she