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Post by micaylah on Oct 15, 2008 0:36:34 GMT -5
Nashante's eyes met his as her anger flashed. "She is no more my child than you are my lover." She walked past him and sat on a soft chair in front of the fire.
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Post by taran on Oct 15, 2008 10:58:27 GMT -5
Mar walked up to Nashante, slapping her across the face. Hard. He looked down into her eyes, anger in his own. He picked her up in one arm and set her down on a hard, wooden stool. "If you don't have the decency to take care of your own child," he said with anger. "Why should I treat you like a mother?!? You haven't earned anything! Why do you see yourself as above everyone else?!? You WILL take care of this child, or so help me I will take you to the king and let him deal with you!"
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Post by micaylah on Oct 16, 2008 19:38:16 GMT -5
Nashante glared at him as she reached up to stroke her cheek. Her eyes flashed in her anger. “I didn’t ask you to treat me as anything. I didn’t ask for any of this.” Tears welled within her eyes but did not fall. She ripped the gown down over her chest and held her arms out to feed the child. “One day you will pay for your part in this.”
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Post by taran on Oct 16, 2008 19:54:54 GMT -5
Mar kept his gaze locked on her eyes as he slowly handed her the child. "And one day," Mar said, pointing his finger at her and the child, speaking in the ancient language. "That child will be your downfall. One day, I will help her destroy you. One day, all your allies will desert you!"
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Post by micaylah on Oct 16, 2008 20:09:13 GMT -5
Nashante glared at him as she put the child to her chest. “I have no allies only enemies. And do not point that finger in my face again or so help me….” She winced as the child latched hard upon her.
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Post by taran on Oct 16, 2008 22:48:21 GMT -5
Mar smiled at the face she made when the child began feeding. "Well," he said, walking to the door. "We shall see." He called in a few guards to watch her. "Protect the child. If she tries to harm it, restrain her and hold her until I get back. Your first and only priority is to keep that child alive and unharmed." Without a glance back at Nashante and Kalri, he walked into the hallway, heading towards the throne room. He entered silently, walking up to the side of the throne. "Sire," he said. "The child is born and nurse. You're the father of a little girl."
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Post by micaylah on Oct 17, 2008 17:42:56 GMT -5
Galbatorix rose from the throne. The smile wide on his face as he walked over to Mar, slapping him on the back. "She is well? The child I mean." he could care less about Nashante.
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Post by taran on Oct 18, 2008 2:57:58 GMT -5
Mar had never seen the king act so casually around him. He nodded in answer to his question. "Yes, sire, she is fine," he said, motioning towards the back hallway. "But I fear for her safety from her mother. Nashante has not taken kindly to the situation. I would separate them as soon as it is safe to do so, as soon as the child is old enough." Mar waited to see the king's reaction, hoping he would go see his child.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 18, 2008 3:06:01 GMT -5
Galbatorix eyes narrowed as anger flashed in them. "Has she done anything to harm the child?" His hand clenched into a tight fist. Not waiting for his answer he stormed through the passage way behind the throne. He took a left to get to the room occupied by Nashante. The door slammed against the wall as he entered. "Nashante!" his voice thundered before he realized it. The child began to cry within her arms.
Galbatorix softened immediately on hearing the cry. He walked to Nashante, taking the child from her. He cradled the babe within his arms. A tear rolled softly down his cheek as he looked at her.
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Post by taran on Oct 18, 2008 11:09:44 GMT -5
Mar close on the king's heels, following him to the room. He hid a smile when he saw the king let a tear roll down his cheek, then he looked at Nashante, pure disgust in his own eyes. Mar waited in the doorway, excusing the guards back to their positions. He would wait for the king to address him before leaving, and he hoped it would be soon, he grew tired of Nashante's arrogant look.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 18, 2008 13:01:34 GMT -5
Galbatorix softly kissed the child as he lay her lovingly into the crib. He turned sharply on his heel as his gaze bore down on Nashante. His words came softly but cut the air with their intensity as he spoke through clenched teeth. "Why does Mar feel for the safety of my daughter? I tell you now... if anything happens to her I will send you back to the coven...in pieces." He took her by the shoulders, her chest exposed as he drug her to her feet. His eyes lingered momentarily on her swelling chest then back up to hers.
Nashante moved her hands to draw the gown around her. Her shoulders hurt under the force of his grip. She looked him in the eyes as she spoke softly to him. "I will feed the child as required but I will not take care of her. She is not my daughter but yours." Her rage gave her foolish courage. Galbatorix grasped her even tighter as she challenged him. His mood softened as he heard the child cooing within the crib. He threw Nashante from him as he made his way back to the girl.
"Fine. I will have a nurse care for her. As soon as your services are no longer needed Mar can take you back to the coven. You will teach her the ways of the seithr when she is of age. If you raise a hand to her in any way..." he turned to face her again, "I swear I will squeeze the life out of you myself." In response to his threat, the black magic swirled from him lifting her from the floor. It wrapped around her throat as she struggled against it. She could not draw a breath as he lifted her to drive his point home. He slowly released it placing her back on her feet.
Galbatorix touched her mind savagely, her mind screamed in agony as she felt him touching upon the birth and the events after. He pulled back from her as he turned and stroked the babes cheek softly with his hand. "Kalri!" he said softly as the words left his lips. "Welcome my daughter." He knealt by her crib and softly kissed her forhead. His fingers tenderly caressing her brown hair as she looked at him with her big brown eyes.
Galbatorix rose walking past Nashante to Mar. "You have done well," he said to him. "I now charge you with the safety of the child. What ever she needs, whatever you need, all you need do is ask and it shall be yours." He strode back through the secret passage way to the throne room. His mood noticably lighter.
Shrui'kan eyed him warily. A knowing look in his eyes. He smiled slightly. The king's wish for an heir would have greater ramifications than making an enemy of Nashante. He laid his head back down on his foreleg as the haze returned over his eyes.
Nashante glared at Mar still standing within the door way. "Leave now. Take the child with you. Take her to a nursery or keep her with you, I don't care but get her from my site!"
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Post by taran on Oct 18, 2008 21:13:15 GMT -5
Mar picked up the crib, holding it securely in his arms. "Very well," he said. "But know that I will return every three hours with the child to have you nurse her. If you refuse, you will deal with me, and the king." Mar walked out with a rough look over his shoulder at the pathetic woman.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 18, 2008 21:55:47 GMT -5
Nashante glared at him as he took the crib within his arms and walked from the room. For now at least she was alone. She sat in a chair by the window as she looked outside. Longing for her woods overcame her as she softly wept.
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Post by taran on Oct 19, 2008 0:23:53 GMT -5
Mar took the child to his room, setting the crib softly on the floor. He took the babe in his arms, cradling her and walking about the room as he sung old elven songs of calming. He loved the child, more so than he knew, and would never allow danger to befall her.
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Post by micaylah on Jan 2, 2009 12:34:49 GMT -5
Kalri lay nestled within his arms as he sung softly to her. She felt a soothing calm come over her as she reached out her tiny hand to him.
Nashante composed herself as she felt a strange sensation swell within her chest. She heard the sounds of the child within the next room and the milk within her chest began to let down. Nashante looked down to her leaking chest with disdain. She grabbed a towel and held it to her as she rose. Slowly, she made her way to the corridor in the closet and stepped through. She pushed softly against the door as her eyes fell on Mar tenderly walking the babe cradled lovingly within his arms. She felt something stir within her. Something foreign as she stepped slowly into his room. She cleared her throat to let him know that she was there. "I think she needs to feed." she said softly as she moved across the room to sit on a small but comfortable chair. She lowered the towel to reveal the widening damp areas on her gown then placed the towel back against her.
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