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[color=a2d39c]"Please have mercy..."[/color] His voice was truly pitiful as he stood there on his knees. The eyes staring up at the woman on the throne. The room was dark, only lit by the two braziers at the far end and yet he could see her skin was white as fresh snow. Sam had lost his family to sickness. Olivia could feel the deep sorrow flowing from him even from this distance. It showed as her face softened and her pupils grew from desire to feed. 

How long had it been she wondered to herself as she sat there. Had five years really just past like the melting of winter snow? That night where her own father sat with her on Olivia's death bed. His hands both placed on her fore arm as she slept the sleep of death. She recalled the darkness about her in that place of dreams where no light shown itself in all that time and yet, there was the taste, it was salty and cold. Like water from a mountain stream it started slow pouring over her. It gave her the strength to move, to open her eyes at the world once more. Olivia could see her father sitting there by her bed side his face stricken with greif from sleepless nights, yet now the flavor turned on her tongue to a cold liquid the saltiness of the sorrow of her father turning more towards fear as he could feel the invisible pull of his spirit, his fear growing. 

As her fathers fear grew her so did her hunger for that fear. The white haired woman could almost see it dripping off him being torn from his pours towards her body as shimmers in the air like cold water pouring into a glass, and Olivia was so very empty after her slumber. A part of her felt nothing while she watched the hunger strip her dear father of the last of his strength. His body collapsing on the floor with a solid thud stirring the chamber maiden to the room to find the Lady awake and the baron dead. 

The maid felt nothing, did nothing at first. [color=f49ac2]"Would the lady care for a bath?" [/color]

Olivia could feel nothing from her maid. Jaylen was like a void in the room and the new blight born knew why. The maid had suffered as her own mother, the maids mother, and others within the keeps walls had suffered under her fathers consistent nightly urges. [color=bc8dbf]"Yes, then we will need to remove the baron from the room."[/color]

So it was the rumor of the baron that gave his life for his daughters revival spread through the country side. In time the white lady of the keep rose to the chair of her father inheriting by birth right all his holdings. This made the territory uneasy to say the least serving under the blight lady, at least, in the beginning. Rumors quickly grew of a gathering to dispose of her through an accident, until her first dealing in the throne room.

Olivia had been raised to rule and govern was no stranger as she stood by her fathers side over many moments of his governing. When it was her turn to do so she felt ready. A neighboring farming family had stolen harvested crops from another and claimed ignorance of the theft. There were no witnesses and the only proof was pure hearsay. Olivia however could feel the animosity from the thieving farmer. She also felt the sorrow of the other family for having their livelihood taken. The anger tasted bold, a little hot like a fresh bowl of mead heavily peppered. Olivia stood slowly from the chair of her fathers, stepping closer still to her meal until this moment she had suppressed her new hunger. Now it was pulling her to the strong allure of emotion. The lady's own anger at the actions of the man towards her people grew within every step she took towards the thief. [color=bc8dbf]"You stole from them. I [i]feel[/i] your hate toward this family."[/color] She licked her lips standing before him she quickly reached out with both hands to hold the mans face as she fed deeply. A wicked grin grew over her normal calm demeanor as she held him firmly, staring into his eyes.

The guards in the room readied their weapons and gazed at the maid Jayen who simply held up her hand for them to halt. The guards the turned their eyes in disbelief as the lady drained the man to the point his very eyes rolled back into his head just before he died. With a thud against the floor the maid spoke in a commanding tone.

[color=f49ac2]"Let it be known that thieves in the land will not be tolerated! The lady has love for her people. We salute the lady of the keep for her protection."[/color] She knelt in a respectful way as did albeit slower all the guards in the room, and the farmer who witnessed it with them. Soon it was a common phrase in the land, [color=fff79a]"I'll see you stand before the baroness."[/color] Uttered to those that stole from others. The justice was swift and the Lady Olivia with her ability's always made the just call. Although it eased the peoples minds and hearts there was another moment that sealed her in their hearts and favor. 

The lady had never understood how the people chose what to appreciate. Yet it was not her abilities for justice but mercy. A widow, Marie Hathaway had lost her child in birth, her husband some time prior to an accident. She had nothing and came to the lady with tears in her eyes. [color=6ecff6]"Please... I beg of you my Lady end my suffering!"[/color] She groveled on her hands and knees before the white skinned woman. Even the guards in the room felt for the loss. 

Olivia was scared. She had just fed and yet the sorrow from this woman before her was like a long table covered in every edible thing imaginable. Her hunger gnashed within her body as she looked away from the woman. 

Jayen seeing her lady's struggle leaned in to whisper a most ingenious suggestion. She watched the Baroness stand and slowly approach the lady on the floor. The white haired Olivia circled to stand behind the woman and placed two fingers atop the woman's head, the white skin one her brow furrowed as she focused and slowly fed off the lady. Jayen moved as well behind her lady and when she saw the last tear fall from Marie's face she gently pulled the white hand away. 

It was in these moments that Olivia became know for. Even more than the justice she had given for her people was the tender mercy to those in pain. Rising from her seat she approached the newest person in pain. Reaching out to place two fingers on the mans forehead and slowly fed until the creases in his brow smoothed once more. Olivia, the healer of sorrow. 

As the last of the sands dropped from the large hourglass in the room the time to address the lands issue came to a close for the day. Olivia let out a sigh as she gave Jayen a look of relief. There was a sudden knock at the chamber door. The two retook their poses as the guard now briskly walked toward Olivia to present his message.

[color=39b54a]"My lady a message from the court just arrived at our gates."[/color] He knelt, head bowed as his hand raised toward her with the scroll.

Jayen calmly stepped forward to take the scroll and pass it on to her baroness. [color=f49ac2]"Indeed it holds the royal seal."[/color]

It was with the message from the prince that the lady moved now to the new land of Dawnhaven. Replying with favor in her message to the summons. It would take no less then five days travel by carriage across the land and during the days. Oliva of course would have to leave Jayen to the keep while she traveled with her two escorts in plain attire to not draw suspicion. It would look to those on the road as two merchant men and a cart of crates on their way to market. Then before the town she would change to a carriage and refinement the last leg of the journey under cover of night. The windows were covered in tar on the inside to block light. The Lady covered in thick blankets of hide to shield herself further. While the plan was quite clever she still couldn't help feeling like a kid hiding under the covers. 

A double knock followed by three slow knocks gave the signal the sun was gone and they arrived in Dawnhaven. The carriage driver gave the guard at the entrance to town the scroll of introduction proclaiming that Baroness Olivia Tzimisce had arrived. Allowed in the carriage proceeded slowly to the tavern. Climbing out from the triple layer she straitened her self before opening the door. The night air felt good as the pale woman looked about to see the construction of the town was still ongoing gave a sigh. Olivia would leave the guards to tend to the carriage before heading to the tavern. Olivia wasnt one for refinement until absolutely necessary. She wore common brown corset an black cloak of bear hide, riding knee high boots and a plain black cotton ankle skirt. Except for her striking pale features, white hair, and red irises, the lady looked unremarkable in her common garb as she stepped inside. The hood remained up as she found a table at the tavern free of patrons where she might sit alone.