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Post by micaylah on Sept 19, 2008 0:13:58 GMT -5
Galbatorix stood and walked down to where Mar stood. "I have a new assignment for you. Nashante is totally your responsibility now. I do not want the servants, guards or anyone to know of her ties to me. Everyone who did has been silenced. You will take care of meals, exercise, get her out to the courtyard. If anyone asks she is with you." He looked into Mar's eyes to be sure his meaning was clear. "Your priority is to protect my unborn child at all costs. Do you understand?"
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Post by taran on Sept 19, 2008 0:22:30 GMT -5
Mar nodded. "Yes sir," he said. "But sir, what do you mean she is mine if anyone asks? I only wish to have every aspect of my mission clear, my lord."
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Post by micaylah on Sept 19, 2008 8:55:50 GMT -5
Galbatorix stared intently at Mar. "I mean that as of now, Nashante is with you. You pick your cover story but...it had better be convincing! As far as everyone in the castle, they must believe that she is with you. This child is to be my most guarded secret and I charge you with keeping that secret!" Galbatorix returned to sit upon the throne. He stroked his chin as he sat watching Mar.
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Post by taran on Sept 19, 2008 10:27:12 GMT -5
Mar thought for a moment, not looking at the king. "Then I am to make others believe she is with MY child, sire? Is that what you mean?" he asked, formulating plans in his mind. He looked up at the king, the darkness surrounded by more darkness.
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Post by micaylah on Sept 19, 2008 11:03:41 GMT -5
Galbatorix's eyes flashed dark. The sneer across his lips. "Excellent. They will both be safe if others believe you fathered her child." He waved Mar off now that the cover was settled then added, "by the way, Nashante is yours to do whatever you wish with. Just make sure my child is safe." With that he rose and exited from the throne, behind the tapestry.
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Post by taran on Sept 19, 2008 11:05:49 GMT -5
Mar bowed his head, then left the throne room. He wanted to kick himself for suggesting such a thing. He hated the woman, much less than even a stupid dog that would bite him. He cursed in his mind as he went to the kings bedchamber.
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Post by micaylah on Sept 19, 2008 12:59:33 GMT -5
Nashante sat in the chair near the window. Still disbelieving her plight. Prisoner against her will. All she could think of was a way out of this pregnancy. There had to be a way.
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Post by Tismri on Sept 19, 2008 17:42:15 GMT -5
Gloriana sat at her writing desk. Morzan had been called away for now, but he was coming back home tonight. The two of them were so happy the past month, growing excited as Gloriana's slim belly began to bulge, proving that she, indeed, was going to a have child soon. But there was something that marred her happiness. Nearly every night Gloriana had had a nightmare about her child's birth and sometimes about her life later on. She had a feeling...a feeling that she might not live through childbirth. So now she sat, holding her emerald and gold locket in her hands. It was a beautiful piece that Morzan had made for her. She gazed at the picture of her husband in there, smiling as she thought of him. Then she quietly sang a spell over her child, a tear cascading down her cheek as she did so. She hoped it would not come to this, but she could see no other choice. She places a spell on her unborn baby girl, restraining any elven abilities the child may have. Then she manipulated the spell so it would be broken the instant the girl opened the locket. This done, she began to write a letter to her friend, Nerasa, explaining why she was doing this and asking her to one day give her girl the locket. She placed the necklace in with the envelope and sealed it. Sitting back, she let her tears begin to flow.
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Post by taran on Sept 20, 2008 11:50:18 GMT -5
Mar reached the kings room. He knocked on the door, the opened it slightly. "You decent?" he asked through the small opening. He stepped through the door into the room, closing it behind him. "It seems we have come to that time that neither of us will enjoy, Nashante. I am to watch you, help you exercise during the pregnancy, and...say that you are with me." He let the words flow, though he did not want them to. He hated the idea of pretending to be her lover, or even just a relative.
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Post by micaylah on Sept 20, 2008 11:56:58 GMT -5
Nashante turned her head from him to look out the window. First the king and now this. She was to be forced to be with the one man that she despised more than any other. "Leave. Now."
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Post by taran on Sept 20, 2008 11:58:53 GMT -5
Mar nodded, but did not leave right away. "Somehow, Nashante," he said. "We will need to learn how to interact if we are to spend the next nine months or so together." Mar walked out the room, taking his seat at her door again.
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Post by Tismri on Sept 20, 2008 12:04:36 GMT -5
Gloriana stood at the edge of Du Weldenvarden, deciding whether or not to go it. It had been nearly two years since she had been so close to what was once her home. She wondered if they would even accept her, now that she became the mate of one of the men who had helped cause such disaster. Don't be foolish. Of course they'll let you in. You're an elf, same as them. Still, she proceeded with utmost caution until she found a messanger bird in a nearby tree. She called it down, then tied her small letter around its leg. "Take this to Nerasa," she told it, then let it go, confidant that he friend would get the message.
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Post by micaylah on Sept 20, 2008 12:11:55 GMT -5
Nashante heard his words and in frustration, threw the porcelin vase next to her at the door as he left. The impact causing a loud crash as the pieces shattered upon the floor. The thought came to her suddenly. She walked to the scattered pieces and found a large jagged piece. She sat on the edge of the bed as she traced the position of the artery lying within her forearm. She put the pressure upon the glass as she cut deeply into the skin. She could no longer feel anything. She was dead inside and wanted her physical form to match it.
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Post by taran on Sept 20, 2008 12:24:18 GMT -5
Mar felt something amiss in the room. He stood, opening the door, and quickly running to Nashante and taking the glass from her. He healed her wound, then laid her gently on the bed. He felt more of a connection with her child than her.
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Post by micaylah on Sept 20, 2008 12:29:42 GMT -5
Nashante glared at him. His gentleness in handling her caused her wariness. "I will keep trying until I succeed. You cannot watch me every moment!"
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