Pain and Power

Evelynn watched as the chair slide out, she smirked, neat party trick. Evelynn strutted toward the chair her hips swaying as though trying to entice Swain as she moved forward, her golden eyes moved over the food that had been laid upon the table before sitting. She closed her eyes briefly as she inhaled the various scents, it had been a long time since she had ever seen such a large array of various foods. She was impressed by Swain's chefs, they had gone all out as to not displease him. Was it fear or love? Evelynn mused to herself while she watched as Swain seated himself before he removed his helm.

Evelynn's heart near skipped a beat, the new and improved Swain was certainly something to look upon. While she studied him her eyes took on the same predatory glint as earlier, biting her lower lip before turning her gaze back to the food, "Well lets see..." Evelynn plucked an apple from a nearby platter, turning it over in her hands she smiled to herself, "Back to the invasion of Demacia..." memories of blood flowing through the streets stirred a sense of morbid pleasure within the Widowmaker, her long pink nails sinking into the skin of the apple causing a few small beads of juice to seep from the fruit, "No doubt your eyes and ears have told you plenty about the battle. Farmers nailed upon large wooden crosses and held before the walls for the Demacian soldiers to view, Jarvan marrying an arrogant harlot, Fiora during the chaos." She chuckled to herself, "It only made her that much more of a target, one of the Ruined King's thralls, Azazel, managed to confuse the and kidnap the newly made princess." She purposely left out that she had been there in the flesh, taking part in the bloodshed, though it was fairly evident by the excited look in her eyes that she had been.

Evelynn's eyes flashed before shifting back to Swain, "Rumors circulated the Isles that she just happened to stir some memories of a past love in our big undead king... It even lead to some of the generals becoming worried, Mordekaiser even took it upon himself to try harm her... only to have his head literally crushed under the heel of the King. After that not a word was said against her, around the king at least." She purred, "This is where the juicy details come in, apparently simply being upon the Isles was taking its toll upon Fiora, the poor girl couldn't handle being there. So, she was sent to the mainland under guard so that she could recover and return, sadly.." A sudden look of irritation crossed Evelynn's face, "I couldn't get any information on what actually happened there, but when she returned thing were in motion so that there would be some kind of," Evelynn rolled her eyes with a sigh, "peace talk in order to settle their differences, the King apparently had no intention of making peace with the demacians..."

The Widowmaker sat upright grinning like a wolf, her fang-like teeth showing clearly, "Azazel, the one that originally kidnapped the princess, done it again during the talks. I was not there personally, buuut apparently, he actually managed to take her right out from under the noses of Jarvan, Kiestra and the Ruined King." She laughed, amused by how incompetent all three parties were, "No one has any idea where he went with her, or even why he done it. He made an enemy of all three parties involved... Why?" The amused looked faded while she recalled the last of what she knew about the peace talks, "Nocturne was said to be present. Though, only briefly before disappearing without reason, last we knew, he too was allied with the Ruined King but he simply disappeared without a word when things got tense."

She paused and watched his near perfect features curiously, wondering just how he would react. There was also the information that the undead had taken Urtistan as their own, but she would wait until he had a chance to talk before rambling on even more.