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Post by brigida on Jun 25, 2008 14:24:56 GMT -5
Though her face had dried some in the comfort of his embrace, her body still shook with a silent sob as he spoke, "You have done nothing," she murmured into his shoulder, "I was weak--you are entitled to hate me..." though she hoped fervently that he still would not.
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Post by Horas on Jun 25, 2008 14:36:24 GMT -5
"I do not," he murmurs, and says nothing else.
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Post by brigida on Jun 25, 2008 14:38:17 GMT -5
Tristeza breathed a deep sigh of relief, "Thank the seven," she whispered to herself, though in such close proximity, he would certainly have heard, and her arms drew more tightly around him with a childish unwillingness to let go.
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Post by Horas on Jun 25, 2008 16:11:49 GMT -5
"The child," Horas says finally, "What is her name?"
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Post by brigida on Jun 25, 2008 16:12:57 GMT -5
Tristeza bit her lip; it felt uncomfortable to discuss one man's child with another--"Irina," she muttered.
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Post by Horas on Jun 25, 2008 16:14:58 GMT -5
"Where is she?" he asks softly.
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Post by brigida on Jun 25, 2008 16:15:56 GMT -5
"Why?" she asked, a note of panic in her voice, though she still clung to him.
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Post by Horas on Jun 25, 2008 16:18:40 GMT -5
"If she is in Delinal's hands, she is a threat to our son's inheritence." Horas states calmly.
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Post by brigida on Jun 25, 2008 16:19:50 GMT -5
"She is no threat," Tristeza answered with certainty, "she was born out of wedlock--had she a surname it would be Delinal, not Martell."
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Post by Horas on Jun 25, 2008 16:33:26 GMT -5
"And our child's name would be Blackwood, had we adhered to the rules of the realm. She is a threat so long as she remains in the hands of one who would use her to further his own ambitions."
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Post by brigida on Jun 25, 2008 16:35:31 GMT -5
Tristeza pulled away slightly, so that their eyes could meet, "You will not harm my daughter," she said, her voice suddenly steady, and firm, "and he will not harm my son."
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Post by Horas on Jun 25, 2008 16:37:48 GMT -5
"Then the child cannot stay with the Sea Lord," Horas says.
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Post by brigida on Jun 25, 2008 16:40:21 GMT -5
"And where would she go?" Tristeza asked, her voice militant, "To live at court with Horas--? I had rather not have both of my children thrown into the Lion's den; if my enemies would have them both dead, I should like them to have to work even a little bit at the goal," she continued, her hands, and voice shaking slightly as she considered the frailty of circumstances in which she would leave both of her children.
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Post by Horas on Jun 25, 2008 16:42:38 GMT -5
"I will take her," Horas says, his voice cold and steady.
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Post by brigida on Jun 25, 2008 16:48:28 GMT -5
As he spoke, Tristeza's lips drew together in a tight line across her face, her eyes narrow, and thoughtful--all at once the thought came to her that his forgiveness was all a farce--that he planned to trick her into trusting him; perhaps similarly to how he thought that she had tricked him--could this understanding be an elaborate deception? She cringed to think that her husband was capable of lying his way into her confidence specifically to slaughter her infant daughter.
Panic set in as she realized she could not deny him this request without obviously favoring the Sea Lord, as she had willingly brought their son into his palace...
But this was very different, she thought; she would not be at hand to watch over her daughter...and Horas Blackwood might seek vengeance; an act that Lord Delinal had no cause to pursue.
"You know he would not allow that..." she muttered, as no other argument came to mind.
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Hope you all are well and happy.