[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

As soon as Haakon and knelt down to see if Vera was indeed alive after her collapse, he was back on his feet and taking a fair step away from her. Of course the [i]honourable[/i] Lord-Major wanted nobody but the most qualified in the barrack to watch over Vera. And the others? They were to stand back and simply watch as she lay there, the poor thing that she was. Do this and do that, say this but not this, don't do that or else you'll get flogged or whatever the heck that meant! Haakon was once again starting to feel his temperament rise up inside him as it was clear that he wasn't allowed to do anything. 

But even for the anger bulding up inside him, some rational thoughts still came to him; Vera didn't feel unusually warm when he touched her, and she looked frankly better than when she had entered the room. So why had she fainted? The only explaination that came to Haakon - beside the obvious and unthinkable answer of her suffering from the Pharaoe's Curse - was what had befallen her and Peter Keystone. The memories from yesterday flashed before his eyes; Peter announcing his return to the public world, just before making it known his wish to marry Vera, and now this. 

Haakon was starting to believe it more and more; Vera really didn't want to be with Peter.