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| − | Rathan hurried quickly out the door as soon as he heard the Lady Sorsha was in the region. He quickly arrived where she was staying and presented himself to her staff.
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| − | "Rathan Himoura, Marquis of Nebel. I wish to see the Royal Fiduciary at once."
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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | Sorsha had only left the day before. She didn’t like leaving Conrac but he insisted everything would be fine. Still it didn’t stifle the worry in the pit of her stomach. She had decided to assist the region of Nebel to occupy her thoughts. Her beloved Nebel, would always call to her. Finishing up the administration work she had been doing a servant entered. “My Lady, the Marquis of Nebel wishes to see you.”
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| − | She lowered the paper before her and gave a small smile. It had been a while since she saw him last, and it wasn’t under the most pleasing circumstances that they parted. He had sent her a book for her birthday, which she actually had with her at that very moment. She carried it with her, for some light reading before going to sleep. She had not properly thanked him for it yet. Her servant cleared her throat apparently still waiting and she came out of her thoughts, “yes please show him in.”
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| − | The young woman bowed and walked away. Sorsha gave a light cough still slowly recovering from her recent illness. Her arms and face were still healing she just hoped Rathan wouldn’t be too shocked at her appearance. Although, she was more presentable now than she had a few days ago; she had looked like a battered woman who had crawled out of a sewer. The thought made her shudder and she pressed her hands to her gown to chase away the memory.
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| − | While she waited, she tidied up her desk of papers and stacked them neatly to the side. Being Royal Fiduciary wasn’t what she expected at all, there were so many letters to write, and trade agreements to consider and finally she just wasn’t in her element when it came to reports and such, she had to admit she preferred the sword to a pen. Maybe she should apply for General, could it still be an option… she idly wondered.
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| − | The thing of it was no matter where she went, work went with her, it never ended and she wanted to flop from boredom half the time. Conrac on the other hand would most likely attack it with glee, he did love his work. At that she gave a fond smile, thinking of him always did that, she hoped he was safe.
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| − | The servant returned with Marquis Rathan and Sorsha walked around the desk to greet him. “Good day, Marquis,” she bowed slightly. “It is so good to see you again,” she gave a small smile. “I apologize I did not get a chance to announce myself upon my arrival, I simply wished to get right to work. I hope everything is well.”
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| − | Rathan smiled upon seeing her, and took a seat.
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| − | "It is wonderful to see you in good health. I feared you might take a turn for the worse. I wished to come visit you, but I've been swamped with work. How is Conrac? I've only just heard."
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| − | Rathan's face showed his concern, and he leaned in forward slightly.
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| − | "I've heard rumor that he bled out, and had died, tell me it isn't so."
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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | “Thank you. I am still not fully recovered as you can see, I just need a little time.” She sat in a large chair and indicated the one next to her in invitation.
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| − | At the very idea of Conrac dying, her mouth dried up and she had to lick her lips to regain some moisture. “Dear spirits no,” she whispered. “He was attacked but found by his servants. The last I saw of him… he was doing better, but like me I think all he needs is time. The very idea of it brings a shiver to my spine,” she admitted softly.
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| − | A servant appeared and brought a tray, and poured two cups of tea for them. Trying to change the subject she then smiled, “thank you for the gift. I honestly cannot even remember sending you a letter in return. I was so preoccupied and so much has happened since we last spoke.” She explained and moved to the edge of her seat and took a small sip of her tea and her face screwed up as if she had eaten a raw lemon. Shaking her head, she reached over for two cubes of sugar and dropped them in. “I am rambling on,” she said apologetically, “and you are too polite to interrupt me. How are you?” she turned in his direction.
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| − | "I am doing rather well now, that I am assured of yours, and Conrac's well being. I had hoped you would like the book. My cousin Raziel and myself were brought up with the craft of horsemanship, and he proudly carries the tradition today. I myself, took to other paths. I can't deny that it was for the better though."
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| − | Rathan dropped a cube of sugar in his tea, and sipped on it.
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| − | "Just what I needed."
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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | She gave a quiet laugh at his last words and watched as he sipped. “My family has been training warhorses for generations now, the book was very fitting. I particularly enjoy the stories, they remind me of the ones my father used to tell me. The ones my brother and I would try to re enact,” she giggled with a small pink blush to her cheeks and hid her face in her cup.
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| − | “Maybe someday I will introduce you to Gaoth,” she smiled showing a dimple. “He is quite impressive,” she told him proudly.
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| − | Sorsha had long finished her tea and set the cup on a side table. The Marquis had been rather silent and she watched him curiously. She knew there had to have been more to this visit, he seemed a rather candid person but he wasn’t talking very much.
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| − | “Did you ever find my doll?” she asked him softly, hoping that would get him talking once more.
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| − | "Yes, I found it. It does resemble you rather well. Thank you. I've put it on display with a few other pieces of art I've obtained here and there."
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| − | Rathan sipped his tea, trying to find the words.
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| − | "I've heard another nasty rumour. Mathias never struck you, did he?"
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| − | Rathan said, leaning further forward in his chair, his tone suddenly serious.
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| − | She gave a timid smile, “yes it does,” she agreed. “If you would allow me to, I will return for it,” she then informed, “it is very dear to me.”
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| − | There was an awkward silence, then he asked her a question and she froze. She reached up to touch her healing lip and stopped the movement mid way. Her eyes looked to the ground, her hand lowered to her lap and then she looked at him.
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| − | She wasn’t one to lie, but she was terribly ashamed of what had occurred. His dark eyes regarded her intensely, waiting. Her body turned cold and she sighed. “Yes…” she admitted, somehow still feeling the sting of it, on her lip and in her heart.
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| − | “He did… but it wasn’t without aggravation,” she added, trying to justify it. Then she did reach up and cover her mouth, looking away. It wasn’t like people wouldn’t have noticed. She had simply hoped they would think it was from being in battle. She would not cry by the reminder. She was a warrior, she could take a slap or hit of any kind, but it was so different from what she knew.
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| − | There was a cold look in Rathan's eyes.
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| − | "I'll make sure my staff knows you're coming for the doll. I wouldn't keep you from something like that, Conrac was very kind to give it to you."
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| − | Rathan stood, clenching his fist.
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| − | "Mathias is a dead man. No man hits a noble woman. No man. King or slave."
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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | At his words Sorsha flew up to stand before him and put both hands over his fist. “No,” she pleaded. “I…I struck him first,” she explained and swallowed. The tendons in his neck flexed and she tried to hold his arm, feeling the corded muscles beneath with the tension. “No, please, what could you do?” she asked softly, fearfully. “He is my Duke... and…and I foolishly struck him,” she stammered. “It could have been worse.”
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| − | She had tried to keep it a secret, because she didn’t know how other people would react if they found out, especially Conrac who was a close friends with Mathias and Rathan who now knew, she prayed he wouldn’t tell him.
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| − | After seeing Rathan’s reaction a few names flew through her head, people who may have a similar reaction if they knew. Loyal friends… among them Sir Lycan and Duke Bowie…
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| − | “It is only what I deserved,” she lowered her eyes with shame. She should have lied, just this one time.
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| − | The Marquis had left so quickly, without another word and with such anger Sorsha was afraid. She had spent the day beating herself up for admitting what had happened and now she had no idea what he was going to do.
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