The Fourth Realm - Locked to Picard.

[the_blood]

[Personal Log: Moments earlier, Picard has a vision that The Blood pair are coming to his ship, and is instructed on what to do...  cw: link contains mentions of violence and sexual assault.]
 

( Just moments before... )

They appeared together, in an otherwise empty corridor of the ship. She noticed first that she was indoors in an odd place. He noticed first… her. No doubt now who Witch meant.

“Lady,” he said, his voice a bit gravely.

She spun to face him so fast that had she worn a skirt, it would have flared. “Mother night,” she whispered. Male. Human male. Demon Dead. Worst of all… Warlord Prince. Oh no. Oooooh no.

“And may the darkness be merciful,” he said, sounding more amused than anything else.

“No,” she said simply.

“No?”

“No. Whatever male thought is going through your head, forget it. The answer is no.”

“Then your court is here, my Lady?” he asked, a dark brow arching over a golden eye. He could smell a Queen as easily as she could smell a Warlord Prince, but none of the other Blood were present.

“I have no need of a,” she stopped when she felt the air chill. She looked up and watched gold eyes glaze as he slid to stand in front of her. Then she too heard the approaching footsteps, and hoped that she would be able to stop things from turning bloody.