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'''Roleplay from Cenarious Stormrage'''
 
  
Sitting at his desk Cenarious casually sharpened his quill with a dagger as he prepared to savor the writing of this announcement. Justice may well have taken its time in coming but it was finally here. While Rathan's crimes certainly merited him this fate Cenarious couldn't help but think that Rathan's last words to "watch your back" the day he fled D'Hara had no small part in the decision to see him executed this day. It was one thing for a man to face a threat to his own life, it is something else to face a threat to his family. With three children and a wife Cenarious was in no position to be forgiving or to allow this threat to continue if only to assuage his conscience, a conscience weighed down with enough deaths already that one more would hardly matter either way.(Having witnessed first hand the bloody streets of Avamar during its fall it was hard to see one man's death as meaning much anymore.. not when compared to the bodies of children scattered in the street where they fell to elven blades or where they lay piled in houses that were meant to be their safe havens.. while he could hardly be blamed for the deaths that day he had still been a knight of the city and as such he held himself responsible despite knowing in his heart that there was literally nothing he could have done to change Avamar's fate.)
 
 
This day would see the elimination of one more threat against D'Hara, the days of the traitor Rathan aiding Madina in its war against D'Hara were finally over. Dipping his quill in ink and setting it to the page Cenarious began to write..
 
 
''Nobles of D'Hara,
 
 
On this day we see justice finally served. Sir Rathan Himoura has been put to death for his crimes against D'Hara which include, but are not limited to, the following: Stealing from D'Hara during his tenure as Banker of the realm. Fomenting rebellion with Sir Bowie Ironsides. The kidnapping and attempted assassination of Duke Mathias of D'Hara. And of course let us not forget threatening the royal family and plotting the assassination of his King.
 
 
While Madina may welcome traitors with open arms this day we show the world that we are not so forgiving. May this death give pause to those who wish us ill and stiffen the resolve of those who waver. Fate may be a cruel mistress but here in D'Hara she is a fair one.
 
 
In the name of D'Hara,
 
 
Cenarious Stormrage
 
Dragon King of D'Hara''
 
 
Setting his pen aside Cenarious lift his snifter of brandy to his lips and sipped it lightly as he leaned back to ponder the days events. They had certainly not gone as he had expected to say the least. Why in heaven's name had Sorsha made a spectacle of herself during Rathan's execution? He kidnapped and nearly murdered her husband not to mention his attempt at Cenarious' own life.. What could she possibly be thinking? And had she really been pregnant? How did she keep a pregnancy hidden? Who was the father? What was bloody going on with her?
 
 
"Guards!" Cenarious bellowed suddenly, "I want Black Lions posted around my daughter Sorsha immediately. No one sees her but doctors, do you understand me? As soon as the doctors says she is ready to be moved I want her brought to the palace and made comfortable. She is to go no where until she has spoken to me and if a single noble talks to her before she is able to speak to me I will have your entire company peeling potatoes till my arms get tired!"
 
 
As Cenarious turned away he paused and looked back at the guard with narrowing eyes. "What are you still doing here?"
 
 
After the guard beat a hasty departure Cenarious turned to his servant Maurice. "Your eyes and ears had better find out what has been going on with Sorsha or so bloody help me.."
 
 
"Yes Your Majesty." Maurice answered smoothly with a small bow. Seeing his usually calm king display such confusion (and dare he say anger) was a rarity indeed and although Maurice was certainly confident that someone would no doubt be made to pay for this he was also quite sure that it would not be someone who didn't deserve to be punished. Shaking his head over the confusion regarding the woman his king called daughter Maurice made his way to the pigeon roost to see if his spies had anything new to report.
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
 
 
Sorsha was in her room, in her arms a small newborn child. Her eyes were red from all her crying, and her lips swollen. She was incredibly weak, but when the Physician had set the small child in her arms, she seemed to have renewed strength. She reached in to touch her child’s brow, the skin extremely soft, and the baby stared adoringly at her. Incredibly fascinated with its mother small eyes continued to watch her as if she was the only person in the world.
 
 
Leaning in she pressed her lips to his forehead, giving him a small kiss. “I will honor your father…” she whispered, “no matter what happens, you will forever be loved and cherished. It’s just you and I now…” she said softly and he blinked. Already he had dark hair, darker than hers. She could see Rathan’s features in his small face already and her eyes filled with tears again. Truly his father’s son.
 
 
“God protect the ones who would dare take you away from me,” she sobbed softly and held him closer. The smell of his soft baby skin filled her nostrils and she cried, mourning their loss. The child innocently watching on, unaware that the day of his birth, marked the death of his father. A man he would never get to know but for the horrid stories she could only imagine the nobles of D’hara would fill his ears with. No one had known Rathan like she had, how could they? They never truly looked beyond the actions of a man who had reacted out of anger for the love of a woman. In the end they had been brought together again, and it was he who had saved her. Now he had been ripped out of her life.
 
 
Looking down, she looked to her left hand where lay a ring, remembering their last night together. ''Rathan lay next to her again, basking in her radiant warmth, and leaned in to kiss her for the millionth time that night. This time however, he reached over and took her hand in his and slid a ring on her finger. The twisting design of the ring made it appear it was always moving, and the text was of a strange language. It was set with a quartet of rubies and a black diamond in the center of them.
 
 
Sorsha watched as he slid a ring on her finger and her eyes sparkled with emotion. She took a moment to examine the ring and then her eyes fluttered closed for a moment and she leaned in to kiss him passionately. “I love you so much…” she whispered. When she pulled back, she looked to the text, “what does it say?”
 
 
"Eternally Mine." he whispered, kissing her softly, and sliding a hand to her belly.
 
 
"So I take that as a yes?" he said with a smile.
 
 
“Yes, of course yes,” she said as she kissed him again.''
 
 
Sorsha couldn’t see any longer, there were too many tears in her eyes. Now she would never get to feel his warmth again or his kisses. No matter his past errors, Rathan had been the only one to love her unconditionally, and had never abandoned her, no matter her own mistakes.
 
 
Instead the gods had seen fit to take him away from her, just when she thought she had found happiness at last.
 
 
A man then entered her room, and she looked up, wiping away the tears but the deluge simply kept coming. “The King wishes to see you when you are well,” he said softly and she shook her head with a scoff. “Now he decides that I exist once more…” she said bitterly. “Go back and tell ''your'' King,” she sneered, “…that I shall never be well again.”
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Drakos Garalos'''
 
 
Standing in his study alone Drakos knew a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders with the death of Rathan.
 
 
Taking a deep breath it returned, but different, almost more innocent. He walked out of his study to the small courtyard and looked at the blue sky, happy not to see a cloud in the sky.
 
 
"Perhaps its nothing." he said as he felt just as alone as he did the day he arrived.
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Cenarious Stormrage''' 
 
 
As Cenarious sat taking care of the minutia that keeps a realm afloat his door slowly opened and a Black Lion entered softly to await his liege's attention.
 
 
"Yes?" Cenarious asked without looking up from his writing.
 
 
"Duchess Sorsha is in her chambers in the palace Your Majesty. As you instructed your personal physicians are seeing to her needs.." the young soldier trailed off as if he were preparing to give news he was obviously unsure of. "The rumors of her pregnancy appear to be true.. she has a newborn and is still weak from the birthing but the doctors remain confident she will pull through Your Majesty."
 
 
Cenarious grew pensive as he pondered the news. For some time he sat thinking before gently shaking his head as if to break it free from the turmoil of his inner thoughts long enough to send the soldier on his way. "Make certain she is comfortable and have the doctors send word when they think she is strong enough for my visit."
 
 
Obviously distracted from his work Cenarious gave up on his writing, poured himself a brandy, and began to ponder the situation anew. There must be something he was missing…
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
 
 
Sorsha lay on her side, her chin leaning in one hand and watched her child sleeping. His small eyelids fluttered, and his tiny lips quirked as if trying to smile. “You see your father, don’t you?” she whispered softly and brushed the small strand of hair off his brow. Leaning down she kissed his head, the softness of his dark hair brushing her lips.  She then took his tiny hand in hers and brushed her thumb along each miniscule digit. Every inch of him was perfect.
 
 
“He will always be watching over you,” she said, her voice catching emotionally in her throat and her chest pressed in on her, as if she was suffocating. Being without Rathan had been bearable before because she knew she would see him again, but now…
 
 
She tried to hold back her tears and focused on the baby. The child was a bit smaller due to his premature arrival but the physician reassured her, he was quite healthy. He was swaddled in a small blanket, and Sorsha refused to let him out of her sight for even a moment. Even when the physician insisted that she allow a wet nurse to feed him, Sorsha flat out refused, insisting she would take care of it herself. The physician had sputtered at the very concept of her doing such a thing, but she had ordered him to leave, to which he could only comply. 
 
 
A small knock then came at her door and she looked over, “enter.” The physician who had insisted she return to the palace for her own safety and health then entered the room. “You appear to be doing better,” he told her and Sorsha did her best to ignore him. “I shall tell the King you are ready to see him,” he told her and Sorsha closed her eyes at this news. She didn’t think she would ever be able to look at Cenarious the same way again. She could only imagine the feast he was having in honor of Rathan’s death. He was probably already drinking and writing letters to all nobles far and wide of the great news, taking pleasure in the deed… which for her was a moment of absolute misery.
 
Rathan hadn’t even been executed, and they were already feasting over his capture and patting themselves on the back for work well done anticipating the sweet flavor of his imminent death.
 
 
“Very well,” she said tonelessly, searching out the void within. Something she had mastered over the years now.  She picked up the sleeping child and cradled him in her arms and sat up in the bed, waiting for the King.
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Cenarious Stormrage'''
 
 
 
Entering the suite of rooms dedicated to Sorsha's care Cenarious made his way slowly towards the bed in which he knew she must lay. Gesturing for the nursemaid to leave Cenarious claimed her seat next to the bed and patiently watched Sorsha sleep. She looked weary, and a bit haggard perhaps, but she had the faint glow of motherhood about her as well which seemed to almost balance it out. Even now, so many hours after the birth and in the throes of unknown dreams she held her child close. Cenarious couldn't help but compare her to a sleeping mother bear with her cub and the more he pondered the analogy the more apt it seemed. No matter how badly Cenarious wanted the answers he sought he did not want to wake his sleeping daughter, or her child for that matter. Cenarious put his feet up and patiently waited for her to arise as he considered the possibilities. Soon enough he would get to the bottom of this mystery, then perhaps he could finally rest easy himself.
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Alioth Himoura'''
 
 
Alioth stepped off the boat with a scowl, and walked down the plank to the dock. His sandals clapped against the cobbles and his loose clothing billowed slightly in the wind. He turned and nodded to his captain, who quickly took charge of the men. He had business to attend to.
 
 
His hand rested on the katana that hung at his side, he was ready for trouble should it come his way. He made his way to the Duchal palace, slowly, his cold, piercing blue eyes scanning the streets as he went, assessing each person for threats. He resembled Rathan somewhat, but his facial features were somewhat different, he kept his hair shorter, and he disdained Rathan's flamboyant style of dress. Alioth paused quietly before the gates to the Duchal palace
 
 
Alioth continued his way into the main hall, and demanded to see the Duchess, and was informed she was away.
 
 
"She has just given birth, what idiot demanded she be moved?" he snarled, "Then I shall see her steward."
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
 
 
Lorlan was taking care of Port Nebel’s affairs that day, grumbling and whispering to himself, wondering how the Duchess handles her affairs from such a distance when he was having difficulty from the palace proper. Suddenly another servant walked in and he looked up. “There is a guest here for the Duchess,” he informed Lorlan, “and since the Duchess is not here, he has demanded to see you.”
 
 
Lorlan frowned and followed after the servant, walking down the hall he turned to his companion. “Did he introduce himself?”
 
 
“I didn’t think to ask,” the other man said and Lorlan rolled his eyes. No one could pull off the work as well as he did.
 
 
When he walked into the main hall, Lorlan stopped walking and his mouth dropped. The man in the room turned around to see them and his eyes grew rounder. “Ra…” he began to say and had a vision of his last encounter with the man but then changed his mind, realizing it wasn’t Rathan at all, but someone who quite resembled him. Recovering, he approached the man and bowed. “I was informed you wished to speak with me, how may I assist you?”
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
 
 
Sorsha’s heart soared as she saw Rathan and she ran to him. He embraced her warmly and kissed her neck, just like he always did and whispered in her ear, “I love you a’thaisce.” She returned his embrace and felt the pain in her heart lift. When she looked up into his eyes, she smiled and they locked gaze. “You have a son…” she told him, “he is perfect and he looks just like you.”
 
 
Rathan smiled at her, kissed her again and whispered something in her ear. 
 
 
When Sorsha opened her eyes, reality slowly sunk in and she realized she was still in her bed and she had been dreaming. Like the day before, the emptiness in her soul filled her mind until there was nothing else and she began to cry softly. The child sleeping beside her, stirred and she tried to sit up and bring it close to herself, and that’s when she realized the King was in the same room. Sitting beside her bed, watching in silence.
 
 
Sorsha sniffed, and wiped away the wetness of her cheeks and as if in warning, held her child more protectively.
 
 
She didn’t address him as she usually would have, there was no ‘my king, or father’ this time, and there never would be again. Instead she stared at him, her eyes liquid pools of blue and there was an obvious curl of disdain to her lips. “How may I serve you, your majesty?” simply saying the words hurt. She had forever been loyal to him, to everything the entire realm represented and now she didn’t think she had it in her heart to be the person she used to be for them any longer.
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Alioth Himoura'''
 
 
"Two things. One, I need an estate, and revenue. In exchange I offer my services to Port Nebel. Two: where is the mother of my nephew?" Alioth said matter-of-factly, his voice cold.
 
 
"I am Alioth Himoura, you can put that on the paperwork." he said, his posture menacing, his cold features unreadable. His eyes gleamed, two points of ice, and Lorlan could see in them quite clearly that the man had killed, and was willing to do so again.
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
 
 
Lorlan was impressed that the man knew so much, of course he was a Himoura by his introduction, therefore no doubt had eyes and ears in the realm, due to family ties.
 
 
The old man, watched the other quietly, almost fearing the way this new Himoura would treat him. “The Duchess has been gone for quite some time now. I believe she was in Port Raviel for the execution yesterday and according to her letters has been moved to the Royal Palace to be cared for…and her son.”
 
 
Lorlan dry washed his hands and lowered his eyes respectfully. “Since you are a Himoura, I believe the Duchess would give you an estate and revenue, and I shall begin the paperwork immediately. Welcome to Port Nebel Sir Himoura, may you find a good home here with my Lady’s care, I shall write to her immediately, informing her of your arrival… if you wish?”
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Alioth Himoura'''
 
 
Alioth was already on his way out as Lorlan asked his question. His destination was the docks, and from there, Port Raviel. He had been wrong in assuming she would remain home instead of going to see the execution. He moved quickly, and found a ship willing to take him. He had to find her, and soon.
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Cenarious Stormrage''' 
 
 
''“How may I serve you, your majesty?”''
 
 
Cocking his head and raising an eyebrow at her tone Cenarious considered the question carefully. While he was more then curious about what had changed his little girl's demeanor he saw no reason to push the matter. She would tell him in her own time, besides it wasn't like she was going any where any time soon. Having just given birth she would need her rest and the Black Lions on duty would not disobey their orders to keep her safely in her suite and away from the numerous noble callers that were even now seeking to see her.
 
 
"You must be careful to support the baby's head little one. It will be sometime yet till his neck is strong enough to do it on his own." Cenarious finally said softly. As Sorsha scowled and adjusted her child Cenarious showed genuine concern as he asked his first question, "How do you feel child?"
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
 
 
Sorsha looked away from Cenarious to her child, focusing on his face to give her strength. “I feel like my life was stolen from me in one moment and then returned to me the next. I have never known such pain could be endured and still it continues…” she told him cryptically, letting her words trail off. She then looked back to him, “and survive to speak of it.”
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Cenarious Stormrage''' 
 
 
"You do realize I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about?" Cenarious said thoughtfully. "My only concern is what is the matter with the Marshal of my private guard, the woman I named daughter, and the Duchess of my largest city. Why would you make your father learn from a common guardsman that not only are you pregnant but you are giving birth in some lice ridden inn while your suite of rooms in the palace goes unused? What if something had gone wrong with the pregnancy? Not only did you needlessly endanger your own life but your child's life as well.. if you wish to truly be a mother then you must think first of your child before ever you think of yourself. Why else do you think I am here with you rather then dealing with the realms that wish us harm or the monsters that besiege our lands? I've only ever sought to cherish and protect you as a father should but how can I do those things when I need to learn of your plans and whereabouts from guards rather then from your own lips.."
 
 
Sighing Cenarious continued, "I don't know what is bothering you but if you needed time from the Lions and some peace and quiet in the country side somewhere then that could always have been arranged for you. For as long as I've known you I've denied you nothing, I've time and again entrusted you with guarding the one thing in this world I cherish above all others.. every freedom and privilege has been availed to you, as my daughter deserves, and you know full well that none but my wife sits higher in D'Hara then you.. what would possess you to turn away from me now? Why would you ever hide your nightmares or your dreams from me of all people?"
 
 
Showing a hint of weariness and melancholy Cenarious forced himself to continue, "As your father I've tried to guard you from your fears and make your hopes a reality, and until now I thought that I had succeeded. Yet here you sit before me hiding yourself from me and forcing me to wonder how long have you kept yourself so distant from me. I suppose it doesn't matter as I will never be willing to believe that it was all a ploy on your part.. whenever this began it changes nothing as I know in my heart that you will always be my daughter and that is all that matters to me in the end."
 
 
Leaning forward Cenarious grasped Sorsha's hand and said, "I really just wish I could have kept you from this pain, whatever its source may be, and I suppose for that.. I'm sorry that I failed you child."
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
 
 
Sorsha listened to Cenarious’ words and scoffed and shook her head at some of it. “I tried to write to you months ago, when I found out of my pregnancy… I was gauging your mood, since it had been so long since we spoke, since Mathias disappeared. You never returned word… I believed myself out of your favor…” she said softly and with every word she forced herself to speak, she had to double up her effort to keep from crying.
 
 
“As for me staying in an inn… I have been for months now and you have only now noticed. What does that tell you? Every single time I have been through Port Raviel, I have avoided the palace.” The baby in her arms cooed and she returned her attention to him.
 
 
“I have been thinking of my child and that is the reason for the things I have done…” the baby raised a hand as if trying to touch hers and she reached in with soothing sounds.
 
 
“Know this… I as well have always loved you as a daughter to a father. I continuously looked up to you as you are a man that not only held my love but my utmost devotion. I have sacrificed more than you can imagine for D’hara and yourself. I have and would never have betrayed anyone for no reason…but in the end have continuously betrayed myself…”
 
She then turned to the King, her eyes filled with water. “You should hold him…” she said weakly and then set him in Cenarious’ arms. The King was incredibly large in comparison to the small bundle, but no matter the small life brought a smile to his lips.
 
 
Sorsha knew he was a good father, knew he loved his children and that he would fall in love with the small child now in his arms. In fact she counted on it.
 
 
She waited a few moments as he cuddled the infant, letting him sink in the moment a little longer.
 
 
“Your Majesty…” she then couldn’t hold it in anymore and a sob escaped her lips. “I would like for you to meet…” she then paused and remembered the dream she had just woken from and the words Rathan had whispered in her ear, in a sense, naming his own son, “…Altair Himoura – McDowell.”
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Cenarious Stormrage'''
 
 
Cenarious couldn't help but chuckle at the news and shake his head. The continued irony of life had struck again in D'Hara. His eldest daughter was adopted and while she did not know the truth yet some day she would surely learn that Bowie Ironsides was her birth father. If raising the daughter of your nemesis was not irony enough now his daughter had given birth to a traitorous Himoura.. would life's cruel jokes ever end? At least this child had a chance now, with a proper loving family and without the improper influence of his late father. Perhaps he would be the first Himoura to learn what loyalty truly is.
 
 
"How could you possibly think one unanswered letter would banish you from my side?" Cenarious shook his head sadly. "While I would love nothing more then to keep tabs on you at all times I'm afraid D'Hara will not sit idly by to assist a father's fancy. You think I would have let you stay in inns had I known? You knew full well what you were doing when you hid your whereabouts from me and we both know who is really to blame for it. Rathan made his bed the day he plotted my death and don't forget that when the Confessor offered him a chance at redemption, a chance to stay by your side, he instead chose to leave D'Hara, leave you, and he fled at Bowie's side."
 
 
Sighing Cenarious continued to speak the words that he knew Sorsha needed to hear even if she didn't want to. "Blaming me might be easier for you then facing reality but it wont change the truth. I only reacted to Rathan's rebellion and if acting to protect my family and my realm makes you hate me then so be it."
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
 
 
Sorsha watched his expression, her tears continuing but her eyes hardening. No matter his words, they wouldn’t remove the pain she felt, the agony that was at that very moment tormenting her. She knew what had happened with Rathan, more than any other person there, but at this point it all mattered on points of view. She wasn’t about to start arguing about what took place, on how Kisharianda had tried Rathan and only a short while later, his fate had once more been decided by the King himself as a matter of final say in the matter. Rathan had not been an angel, a creature of obedience, she knew that… but she had loved him unconditionally nonetheless.
 
 
Her lover, her fiancée, her soulmate was dead, gone, there would be no point in arguing over the matter of who was right or wrong. They would both get nothing out of it in the end.
 
 
Then vaguely she gave thought as to what they did with his body. “May I have what remains of him?” she then asked the King suddenly. “You have taken his life… please, do not leave me empty handed,” her voice was emotional as she anticipated his answer.
 
 
“I have lost my fiancée,” she started softly and the King only had to look on her hand to see her ring. “The father of my child…” she nodded to the baby still in his arms, who was trying to grab at the King’s hair. “do not twist the blade or sink it any deeper... you have already won.” 
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Cenarious Stormrage'''
 
 
"There is no victory here," Cenarious said as he watched the child. "It was a simple matter of justice being served. Do you deny that I gave Rathan a chance at life when I had him banished and allowed him to flee? I gave him the gift of mercy and a second chance at life even after he squandered his opportunities in D'Hara. Since that day I've sent no one after him and I certainly had no hand in him aiding Madina in a war against us. As for his remains I have no idea what has become of him but I suppose the Confessor would know.. I'll look into the matter but I can't guarantee that something hasn't already been done with him."
 
 
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'''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
 
 
Allowed to flee? Rathan had escaped…The only person to really see him before he left, had been her. 
 
 
She looked away from Cenarious and to the window of her room. The very same window Rathan had fallen out of when the two of them has last fought, the day of his banishment. Sorsha was not proud of what had occurred that day, in the end it had inevitably earned him his freedom. Gods she hated this room, she hated the memories it brought her. Rathan had forgiven her for what happened. No matter that she had felt extreme guilt, he had tried his best to assuage it, to comfort her in the knowledge that she had done what she had thought was right.
 
 
And now… The last person she wished to see was the confessor. The more she talked with Cenarious, the more Sorsha seemed to just want to give up. Give up on everything. She just wanted something to hold on to.
 
 
She didn’t say anything more to Cenarious, Sorsha needed to focus on something else, she was a mess of emotions and no matter how much she wanted to seek the void, the burning pain was what she wanted, because in it, she would always love Rathan.
 
 
Turning to the table beside her, she reached for the glass of water on the table and before she could touch it, it shattered with an explosion of glass and she stared at it, shocked. She looked over to Cenarious with a look of confusion on her face. “I didn’t even touch it,” she told him.
 
 
She felt the temperature of the room drop and shivered. She reached over for Altair and cradled her newborn in her arms protectively. “I will wait…” she then said. “Then I shall return home.”
 
 
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