The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Isabela]

"You know why." She gives a little laugh. "I only survived that night because of you. Without you, none of this would be possible. My career. My freedom. My very name. Everything I am started with you. I never stopped searching for you."

[Zevran]

Zevran stares at her, almost swaying slightly from her word's impact. "Oh."

[Isabela]

"I'm sorry," she adds, quietly. "I should have tried harder to convince you to come with me. I never dreamed it would take me so long to get to you. I can't imagine what you must have been through. But it's over now. We'll go kill your wife, and we'll run off in my airship and be pirates together."

[Zevran]

He takes a slow breath, then smiles. It's the same smile she saw over a decade ago, but so much more worn down and weary. "I... Yes. Yes, let us-- She needs to die, then we need to rescue Coquette and Shisou; his familiar-- some kind of earth-outsider lizard with a gem on its head-- is following to where they're being taken. Then... Ciren's warmth, I don't really know what then. I've never truly allowed myself to think for And Then too far. Kill Danarius again, better this time, just to be safe, but otherwise..?" He shrugs helplessly.

[Isabela]

"I know the feeling well," she says, with another dark chuckle. "Come on, then. Let's worry about tonight, and let tomorrow sort itself out."

[GamesMaster]

They creep inside, knives at the ready, only to find their plans foiled; Varisia, it seems, has awkened, and has called the night guard staff to her study to speak with them. Isabela, listening at the door, signals at least four people, and Zevran shakes his head. Too many. Not when one is Varisia herself, and another likely Krem.

So they back off, then, heading for Coquette's chambers. They are cold, nobody having stoked the fire; she is laid on top of the covers, fingers laced together atop her stomach, hair fanning out along the pillow like a slumbering princess in an adventurer tale. She doesn't seem ill, and no injuries mar her pristine beauty, but she seems small, weak.

[Zevran]

Zevran goes still when he sees her, eyes widening for a good couple of seconds. "She's... here?" But the guards said 'move them both' so why-- change of plans? Or was there someone else? Jessica perhaps? Or maybe... I saw Lux and Nox as I snuck in but not Nathaniel. Or perhaps Iron Bull? I had thought him simply dead but... He shakes his head. "Seems we've more to loot here than simply her travel bag, jewelry and journal," he murmurs to Isabela before making his way over to Coquette. Kneeling gently on the side of the bed, he reaches out to gently stroke a finger through her hair. 

[GamesMaster]

Despite the chill in the room, she's burning up with what's clearly a fever. And she doesn't wake as he strokes her hair, while Isabela goes about packing a travel bag for her. 

[Zevran]

"What did that bitch do?" he mutters darkly, gently touching her pulse points and stomach to look for more subtle injuries. No finding anything, he scowls. "Poison," he informs Isabela as she passes by him. "Like as not, she's planning to claim Coquette died from some illness or some such."

[Isabela]

"She did tell me she was dying," she says slowly, her voice going flinty. "What a right bitch. I gave her pity-sex for the lie."

[Zevran]

"Far more than she deserves," Zevran agrees, sitting back on his heels. "Do you think you could carry her?"

[Isabela]

Varisia? Oh, no, the other wife. That makes more sense. She nods. "You elfy types hardly weigh anything, I'm sure I-- she's burning up! Is that from the poison?" she asks, scooping Coquette into her arms. 

[Zevran]

Zevran shrug a little. "I can only assume really; I don't have any of the things I'd need to really test her for toxins, but the fever without sweating, the trembling of her fingers but stillness everywhere else and the shallowness of her breath..."

[Isabela]

Isabela nods. "Alright. What's the quickest way out of here now that you've got your things? I packed her a travel bag, I don't know where her journal is kept though."

[Zevran]

"Thankfully I do," he says, moving to the bookcase. Not that she meant for me to know but I doubt she expected me to be as observant as I am. Or for anyone to make any kind of inspection of her shelf of trashy smut pulp. "I was thinking to set the kitchen aflame on our way out through the side gate in the east wall. All the bedrooms have individual wards om them, so there's no danger to anyone."