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Post by brigida on Apr 13, 2008 0:39:49 GMT -5
"Sanctuary." she stated flatly. She did not think it necessitated a long explanation.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 13, 2008 0:43:32 GMT -5
The Sea Lord stared at her a long time before speaking, "You seek my protection? For how many?"
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Post by brigida on Apr 13, 2008 0:48:30 GMT -5
"All Dornish who can make the journey." she answered, "There are not so many left; but those who do remain must be cared for. I am determined to find a way--whatever that way might be." she finished vacantly.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 13, 2008 0:54:44 GMT -5
The Sea Lord looked at her close his eyes rove down her body with lewd frankness she has not often experienced. Sergyo glances to his advisers and they exchange glances. "So you wish me to take in the driftwood that have become the Dornish people. This is something I can do, but in such a relationship there should be no doubt who is the master."
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Post by brigida on Apr 13, 2008 1:00:13 GMT -5
"It if would appease you for appearances sake," she began reluctantly, "That is a condition to which I would gladly consent; but I am not finished with this war, and in time, I must be free to continue in its course--I would need leave to go candidly when that time comes."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 13, 2008 1:02:33 GMT -5
The Sea Lord nodded, "A servant has time away from her duties to do what ever she likes. She may also leave her employer's service at anytime. But when she is in his house and awork she obeys every command with an alacrity that impresses. Understand?"
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Post by brigida on Apr 13, 2008 1:09:13 GMT -5
Tristeza shut her eyes momentarily, and drank in a final breath, memorizing the way it felt to make ones on decisions. She reminded herself that every action she did subserviently to the Sealord, was, in fact, her own decision, as she had decided to enter into his service. She was a servant to no-one but herself. The sound of the warm air trickling into her lungs resounded through her mind, until she could feel nothing but the rhythm of her own breathing.
"I understand." she answered.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 13, 2008 1:10:51 GMT -5
The Sea Lord looked at her with his cold, eely eyes and said, "A servant is only dressed in her master's livery." He plucks a grape and throws it into his mouth.
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Post by brigida on Apr 13, 2008 1:14:20 GMT -5
Tristeza's eyes snapped open, and she prepared for the first of many internal wars. "Very well." she answered, in what she hoped was an accombodating tone, "Where can I find the garb?"
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Post by The Smith on Apr 13, 2008 1:15:27 GMT -5
He looked at her and tilted his head, "You misunderstood me."
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Post by brigida on Apr 13, 2008 1:20:05 GMT -5
She felt her heart begin to quicken as she tried to decipher the Sealord's true intention; "Then I believe you will have to explain to me your meaning." she answered hesitantly.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 13, 2008 1:23:43 GMT -5
He stared at her coldy. "If you are not willing to accept my commands this will not work." His eyes turn to the two men sitting in the room and he looks slightly disappointed.
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Post by brigida on Apr 13, 2008 1:27:02 GMT -5
"Please." she pleaded, "I am...newly widowed. I will bring wine for you to drink, or serve your dinner. I would consider no such task beneath me. I will...dress in your livery, if that is the custom. You...you ask so much so quickly. It is hard to make such an extreme adjustment...Please...at the very least give me time...?"
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Post by The Smith on Apr 13, 2008 1:29:25 GMT -5
The Sea Lord speaks in his own language to his advisors too softly, and quickly for the lady to catch. He does not look at her.
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Post by brigida on Apr 13, 2008 1:32:07 GMT -5
Tristeza strained her ears, and watched their mouths to gather what they had said; she remained completely lost, and felt suddenly, even more awkward and alone than she had moments before.
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