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| − | Rathan continued gazing at Sorsha, breaking off now and then to try and hide the fact he couldn't take his eyes off her. He wanted to do something, to call out to her... Something, anything was better than her not acknowledging his presence. It ate at him, and he hoped to try and snag a seat next to her at the feast.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Lycan Moreira'''
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| − | Lycan shook Count Bowies hand and thanked him for his invitation.
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| − | "No I haven't been here in D'Hara long. But I'm enjoying every minute of it." he smiled.
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| − | "And I'm glad there will be plenty of food. I do have a big appetite." he laughed.
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| − | They all followed Count Bowie to the estate has he happily led the way.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Bowie Ironsides'''
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| − | The nobles arrived at the Count's estate and took their seats as he suggested. He then sat at the head table and made his short commencement speech.
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| − | "Nobles, welcome to my estate and to this great dining hall which was recently rebuilt. It has been christened Sharbus. Today we witnessed a noble duel between two formidable men of this realm. This feast before you is to celebrate them. Eat and enjoy!"
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| − | He raised his glass in toast and drank to the duelists! And gave a nod to Dame Sorsha who sat to his right, at the same table as the honoured guests, the duelists.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | After Bowie made his speech, Sorsha raised her own glass in a toast joining in. When the toast was done, she took a small drink. “Wonderful Count Bowie,” she encouraged and smiled, trying her best to appear at ease.
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| − | Then facing the duelists she looked into first dark eyes and then blue. “I pray you have both regained your honor,” she said softly, hoping to drive a point home but without aggravating them further. She did not say anything more and looked to the plate before her.
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| − | “Have you arranged for entertainment to follow?” she asked the Count with an expectant smile that transformed in a lopsided grin. “More singing or Dancing perhaps?”
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| − | '''Roleplay from Rathan Himoura'''
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| − | Rathan gazed over at Sorsha, a loving look in his eyes. The close observer would note that at some point during the day he had gained a second eye tattoo upon his forehead. Rathan hoisted his cup and stood for a moment.
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| − | "And before we get to the singing and dancing, a toast shall be had! To the expansion, and continued well being of D'hara, and a new era of economic prosperity!"
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| − | '''Roleplay from Lycan Moreira'''
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| − | Lycan watched as Sir Kratos admired his new pup upon finding out it was a wolf. He smiled when he named him Fang. It was fitting.
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| − | Fang's nose wasn't the only one up in the air when the sweet aroma of food became present. "Yes, Sir Kratos. GREAT idea! I'm starving!"
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| − | "Follow me. I know where there's plenty of food and we'll get to be the first served." he gave him a sly smile. Sir Kratos followed him and they ended up near the kitchen's back door. "See? Only servants here preparing the food to be sent to the main salon where the guests are. Let's say we're the official tasters." he laughed. They each took a plate and filled it with a bit of everything that was available. Then they went outside where they sat in a bench just outside the kitchen's back entrance.
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| − | They started eating has Fang enjoyed any bit they both spared him. They laughed at the little devil's astucity to beg for food.
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| − | "Sir Kratos, respect that little devil and you will have a loyal partner for as long as it lives. They are great creatures. If you earn their trust they will give their lives protecting you if necessary." he smiled.
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| − | The food had been served and enjoyed by all of the guests present. Sorsha absently focused on trailing her fork between seasoned vegetables making a trail of butter in the form of a figure eight lying on its side. She did not say much, as a matter of fact there had not been much said at all she noted. What little food she did eat was delicious but she was more interested in the wine before her. The one the servants kept refilling whenever they noticed it was beginning to empty. At one point, musicians entered the grand hall and began to fill the background with soft music.
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| − | When everyone was done with their meals the crowd dispersed and the music picked up with a quicker tempo. Laughter and excitement was heard as talk of the day’s event was being discussed. Others were simply glad for a form of entertainment, and the people of Qubel were just content of the Count’s invitation to the feast.
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| − | The long tables were pushed back further into the walls. A multitude of deserts were placed on the now empty tables, and the center of the hall was now cleared for dancing.
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| − | Sorsha had followed Bowie throughout the evening, but he did have other matters to attend to. It wasn’t long that he disappeared to make sure everything would run smoothly and that his guests were properly entertained.
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| − | Looking around the room, Sorsha noticed Lycan was nowhere in sight and wondered where he had gone off to. She would have cornered him if only to speak and look preoccupied. Only now she did not have that excuse and stood, drinking her wine, praying Bowie would return quickly.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Rathan Himoura'''
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| − | Rathan made his way to Sorsha, and stood next to her for a moment, unnoticed, before clearing his throat nervously and giving her a slight bow, taking her hand and laying a light kiss on it.
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| − | "If the Lady is willing, I should like a dance."
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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | Sorsha gave a small smile as Rathan kissed her hand, a light pink creeping into her cheeks. She couldn’t refuse him, she had no reason to deny him and awkwardly set the glass on the near table. She didn’t say anything and gave a small nod.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Rathan Himoura'''
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| − | Rathan smiled, and felt the apprehension melt away as he guided her onto the dance floor, taking one of her hands in his, and wrapping his other arm around her waist. He took her around the floor, he was rather good, having been taught well by his father in his youth, and having practiced many hours. The couple soon gathered the attention of all present, as Rathan and Sorsha waltzed about the floor. Rathan whispered to her
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| − | "It wasn't easy surrendering like that, but I knew it would get out of hand if I continued, and I figured you'd prefer if no one was hurt."
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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | Sorsha was swept expertly onto the dance floor and smiled, despite her feelings she did begin to enjoy herself. She had taught her brother to dance and to sweep the ladies off their feet and knew Rathan had been taught well.
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| − | Upon his words, she leaned in as he whispered in her ear and after a moment replied, “that is very considerate of you M’lord.” She then noticed a slight change to his person and noted it, filing it to the back of her mind, for once actually managing to keep her candor at bay and not ask any uncomfortable questions about the change.
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| − | “What made you change your mind and to take up the sword yourself?” she asked curiously. “The real reason,” she added astutely, whispering for his ears alone.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Rathan Himoura'''
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| − | Rathan leaned in to whisper in her ear.
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| − | "I saw you watching with Count Bowie. I knew I had to fight... And prevent anyone from dying inadvertently. I chose Sir Alden as my champion with good reason. He is a family friend, and an expert with the blade."
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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | At that Sorsha laughed softly. “You do know Duels do not impress me m’lord but your dancing may,” she added trying to change the subject having gotten her answer.
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| − | “I am actually surprised that you are here, I had the impression that would be too preoccupied for such events.” Maybe she was dancing around the actual subject but she was trying her best not to leave a moment of silence between them, that would only allow too much time for her to go back to the kiss they had shared…. Sadly even that did not manage to take her attention as well as she’d hoped.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Hexic Jeckyl'''
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| − | Entering the banquet hall just as Rathan gave his toast to expansion and economic prosperity, Hexic grumbled and murmured to himself "At least we agree on something."
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| − | He was hungry and thirsty, he had marched straight from Port Raviel. Hexic made his way to a vacant seat near the Dark Count, and without noticing, bumped into one of the serving girls. Her pitcher of wine fell and spilled all over his boots. Still upset over the last day's events, Hexic kicked the now empty pitcher and yelled "Watch where you walk or it won't be the pitcher I kick!". This had attracted the attention of many, but the musicians played on. He took his seat and began loading his plate. Hesitant, another serving girl walked fourth and poured him some wine. "Ah, some competent help, my thanks." Hexic said softly, as the guests returned to their previous activities.
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| − | Not desiring to dance, and still thirsty for wine, Hexic had a small table set up in the corner where he enjoyed a wheel of fine cheese and a pitcher of wine. Noticing this, Bowie joined him. As he did, Hexic peered over his shoulder and saw Lady Sorsha standing next to the Royal Fiduciary. As Bowie sat, Hexic said "You know my good friend, Lady Sorsha has been eyeing you all evening....".
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| − | '''Roleplay from Rathan Himoura'''
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| − | Rathan smiled at her, his eyes twinkling.
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| − | "And miss a chance to spend a fine evening with you? Never."
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| − | Rathan noted Duke Hexic coming in and made an effort to steer past him, and couldn't help but hear,
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| − | "You know my good friend, Lady Sorsha has been eyeing you all evening..."
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| − | Rathan started to scowl, but caught himself, and gazed once more into Sorsha's eyes.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | “You flatter me too much,” she said softly.
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| − | “Are you well?” she asked him timidly.
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| − | She then noticed him looking again and looked over her shoulder to see what he was watching. Duke Hexic in the company of Count Bowie, both watching them dance. Suddenly she felt incredibly aware, and shied away by lowering her head.
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| − | “Oh,” she said simply, not knowing what else to say. At least it wasn’t Mathias’ glower she had to deal with. Come to think of it, she had not seen him on the dance floor yet. She then wondered where he could be, and chased the thought away painfully.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Rathan Himoura'''
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| − | "No flattery is too much for you m'lady. Surely no fairer a lady can be found in all of D'hara, nay, all of Dwilight."
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| − | "Be at ease m'lady. Tonight is a night of celebration."
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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | His words only managed to make her blush further, as well as his bringing her closer. “Now you’re lying,” she laughed. “For there could be no one plainer in all of Dwilight,” she said truthfully, seeing nothing extraordinary about herself.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Kratos Wolff'''
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| − | After being led to the kitchen by Lycan, Kratos followed his lead by grabbing a bit of everything, he only hoped none of the kitchen workers would be upset, or hindered by them.
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| − | Both Lycan and Kratos admired the young wolf, it was smart at begging for food, and as Kratos had seen, very strong and fast. He was a very healthy pupm, despite not being on his natural habitat.
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| − | "I wonder how he got here in the first place, you didn't know, but I found him here in Quebel, close to my estate... were he tried stealing some bread from me."
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| − | Kratos thought about it for a little bit...
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| − | "He must have been very hungry to try eating bread, when wolves are know to be active hunters.. from what I've read, they would only eat meat."
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| − | Kratos looked at Lycan, who was still wondering how the animal got here. The question was too hard for us to answer, we could only guess, so Kratos added..
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| − | "That doesn't matter much, what does is that I have been honored with the opportunity to raise such a loyal creature as my companion.. he will be of much help."
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| − | Mathias arrived at the banquet hall with the feast already in full swing. Walking through the front door he tried to spot Lady Sorsha who he had requested to show. After a short search he saw her...with RATHAN. He then attempted to calm himself. "Was his outburst against him earlier this week but an attempt to impress the lady that Mathias offended? No no one is that underhanded. Either way I must stop this right now."
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| − | "My Lady. Nothing I can say or do would ever make up for what I did to you earlier, and I do not expect you to ever forgive me. But my lady I can not live without you, and I would do whatever I could to at least begin to make it up to you. What do you say? What can I do? Or would you just prefer me to leave?"
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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | Sorsha stopped dancing with Rathan to look to Mathias. He looked so genuine in his attempt, and his words sounded so heartfelt. Her hand faltered and she looked back to Rathan. “Please excuse me,” she apologized as she moved away. “Thank you for the dance,” she slightly bowed, “but the Duke and I have a few matters to discuss. Perhaps we shall dance again this night.” She smiled apologetically and moved away.
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| − | Without waiting she slipped into Mathias’ arms and forced him to dance with her whether he wanted to or not. “I don’t know what will happen Mathias,” she started softly hoping to avoid a scene if at all possible. She hoped neither of them would lose their calm. “I have no yet made any decisions as to what I want for the moment. All I can say is my faith in you has been terribly shaken… and I don’t want to be hurt anymore.”
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| − | "If she has her eyes on me, then there will be at least two pairs of hands on my throat. She's a fine woman without questions, but I am a bastard. She has Dukes and Marquis to choose from, and surely they will not be too keen with another competitor. My lot is destined for an early grave."
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| − | He smiled devilishly at Duke Hexic, the very one that characterizes his discreet, mysterious but not antagonizing personality. Or at least the one he presented...
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| − | He watched as Duke Mathias entered and joined in dance with Lady Sorsha, and saw Marquis Rathan step aside. To Duke Hexic he said,
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| − | "Say, we may have another duel on our hands. I suspect there was more in the fight today than just a quarrel. Care for another drink? It's show time."
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| − | Rathan stepped aside, reluctantly, staring daggers at Mathias, his eyes cold. Rathan moved to the side and grabbed a goblet and drank the wine down in a single gulp, making no effort to hide his displeasure, staring Mathias down. If looks could kill, Mathias would be naught but a pile of ash. Rathan kept a hand on the blade of his sword, and considered returning to his old profession...
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| − | After they were done eating and they heard the music starting Lycan looked at Sir Kratos "Looks like the dance has started. Shall we go inside and see if there are any ladies available to entertain us throughout the night?" he winked and then added "Unless you prefer to stay here with Fang." his eyebrow rose waiting for a reply.
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| − | At that Sir Kratos gave him a sly smile and asked one of the servant's son to watch the little wolf until he came back. At least, the wolf would be in good hands playing with the boy.
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| − | They went inside, Lycan grabbed a glass of ale and leaned against one of the walls watching everyone dancing and laughing enjoying the party. He was trying to find a lady that would catch his eye and could become the center of his attention at least for that evening. His green eyes searched the room but his gaze fell on Lady Sorsha just as her dance with Sir Rathan was being interrupted by Sir Mathias. Lycan aware of the situation that could derived from it, shared the Lady’s discomfort. He waited to see what would happen. Perhaps she would need his assistance.
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| − | She seemed to be handling it well though. None of the gentlemen were misbehaving though the fury in Sir Rathan's eyes could not go unnoticed.
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| − | Lycan watched from a distance glancing at Lady Sorsha just to make sure she was alright and kept looking around to the other ladies trying to find the lucky one for that evening.
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| − | Mathias did not say much as she spoke and nodded. She did not want to carry the conversation as she always did and held her peace. He had gone silent, possibly thinking what to say to her, to prevent her from leaving again. He swept her away in a different direction. When they turned Sorsha caught the look on Rathan’s face, then noticing the caress of his hand to his blade made her swallow and she couldn’t help feeling guilty once again.
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| − | Bowie looked at her smiling and she returned it, drawing comfort from his gaze and her shoulders relaxed a little. Despite his demons he was the only one to allow her the chance to escape without pressure and some time to think. She knew he was aware how distraught she was but he always tried to either keep her smiling or laughing. She was really starting to enjoy being in his presence.
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| − | She needed more time, she wasn’t ready to make decisions. She seemed to have gotten to the point where she was now running from the very chaos she had inadvertently created without a clue as to what she would do next. It was too fast. Before it got out of hand and she would be powerless to do anything she had to do something but what?
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| − | While she watched Mathias’ blue eyes, she gave thought to the small estate she’d had built in Nebel for a means of escape from the everyday stress of the realm. She knew it now belonged to the Marquis and that would not do. She couldn’t very well go home to Port Nebel, Mathias was too near. She half gave a thought of returning home but that would not be her answer. <i>Everything happens for a reason</i>, she thought, but a part of her was dying to know why she had to go through this pain, what was the purpose of it all?
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| − | The pair continued to dance for what seemed like hours when Mathias finally said, "My Lady you do me too much honor by allowing me this dance. I have hurt you and in doing so gravely hurt myself. I cannot bare to see you in pain ever again. Please my lady if anything can be done please let me know. I shall do whatever you ask of me, your wish is my command."
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| − | “You have already told me that you would not change, what more is there to say?” she told him sadly. “I should not have to tell you how to love me Mathias. You should be able to extent me some tenderness, express yourself with a loving touch, letters, dinners, dancing, any kind of attention, plain ro.” she had been about to say romance and stopped what she had been telling him and sighed.
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| − | “Perhaps you will never do these things of your own accord and I was wrong to think I could possibly change you. It would be akin to me demanding you remove your beard and shorten your hair. Clearly you would not do it for they are Mathias, not even for me. It is who you are and you have made it clear if I could not accept it then I should move on.” Her hand tightened around his and she lowered her eyes, “I need time to clear my head and my heart and it is clouded with pain.” She leaned into him, making sure he could no longer see her eyes. “I can’t breathe…” she said in a broken voice.
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| − | As they continued to dance Mathias thought on what the lady said to him. "She wants me to cut my hair?" He then released the Lady and went for the short sword he carried on his boot. "My Lady I would do anything for you. Anything!" Mathias then grabbing his hair cut off a good foot of it then threw it to the ground. Then taking the blade to his face began to shave off his beard. The pain as both hair and skin came off the dukes face could easily be seen from his expression, but he was resolved. If need be he would change in whatever sort of way is desired of him.
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| − | Sorsha’s face paled and her hand quickly covered the shocked gasped that escaped her lips. “No…” she cried out shaking her head, “that’s not what…” it was too late he had already removed some of his beard and the hair slipped to the ground landing soundlessly at her feet. She looked down to the ground and back up at him seeing the obvious pain in his eyes unable to say more.
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| − | Ever other sound in the room was drowned out by the pounding of blood in her ears. She could practically feel every eye in the room on them, worse her. They must think her a monster, now they probably thought she had demanded some type of ill sacrifice on his part out of spite because he had hurt her or… she did not even know what could be going on behind all the silent gazes.
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| − | Her eyes filled with tears and her cheeks reddened, mortified she turned away walking in the other direction avoiding everyone’s gaze, seeking refuge. Breathing erratically, she escaped the ball room and tried to remember her way through Bowie’s estate, when she finally returned in his galleria, she found the cushioned chair and burst into uncontrollable sobs.
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| − | Mathias then noticing that Sorsha was running away he dropped his blade and chased after only half done with his shave. He had in fact left his chin still fully covered in what had once been his beard. Finally finding her in the galleria Mathias knelt next to her and said, "My Lady what troubles you? Did I upset you?" Minutes passed with him standing there waiting for an answer yet Sorsha just continued to cry. "Were you upset by the pain I was in? Believe if that was the case. The pain you saw me there was nothing like the pain I felt when I saw you hurt by my actions."
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| − | She wanted to say something but she couldn’t stop crying. Her voice just kept choking up and she refused to look up to allow him to see how uncontrolled she was. Was she losing her mind? It seemed there was just so much pressure on her.
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| − | She was embarrassed, it was plain and simple. She was extremely shy to begin with and with that much attention in her direction had been mortifying, worse she didn’t want them to think atrocious things of her now. He had made a large sacrifice to prove to her that he was willing to change for her and a part of her was glad, but not like this… This made her feel like an overbearing woman making demands.
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| − | She was about to tell him so through the small sobs and when she looked up to see the state his beard and hair was in, her shoulders started to shake and she shook her head. He most likely expected a sob to burst forth but instead she started to giggle. He looked… pitiful and in love.
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| − | She was embarrassed by a few sets of eyes, she could only imagine how he felt, but it didn’t bother him in the least. She never told him what she wanted because her giggles turned into laughter mixed in with a residual sob. “No…” she touched his beard or what was left of it lightly, “I’m…. I don’t know Mathias, I just don’t know. But you look like you lost a duel with your blade, and all for me…” she trailed off.
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| − | Mathias grabbed at his face only being able to feel the way his face must look he began to laugh. "Heh, I must look pretty silly right now, but is just it. I will do anything for you, even if it means I make a fool of myself. I shall do it...Sorsha I love you and there is nothing that can be done to stop that feeling. Now what do you say shall we return to the dance hall?"
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| − | Wiping what was left of her tears she gave a small nod and sniffed lightly. “Yes…” she answered him, “but first…” she walked around the galleria hoping to find what she was looking for. She did find an adjacent room filled with tapestries, paints, easels and finally what she wanted. Returning back to Mathias she held up a pair of scissors. “Let’s make you a bit more presentable,” she gave him a lopsided grin and cocked her head. “Do you trust me?”
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| − | He nodded, taking care with the carpet and chair she used some of the paper she had found and she trimmed his beard to a much shorter length giving him a more distinguished look rather than the wild look he had beforehand. Next she cut his hair to her liking. When she was done, she presented him with a mirror she found hung on the wall only a short distance away.
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| − | “Well?” she asked as he looked at his reflection in the mirror.
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| − | Rathan walked to the middle of the dance floor and picked up the short sword, holding it aloft.
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| − | "What a lunatic!"
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| − | Rathan mocks Mathias, and pretends to chop off his hair, to the amusement of the crowd. Rathan motioned for a serving woman to cleanup the hair that had fallen on the floor.
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| − | Rathan embedded the sword in a table and quietly left the festivities, heading in the direction Sorsha had gone, to make sure she was alright.
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