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Sorry, was just reminded that in about... 17 hours, I'm going to be gone for almost three days on vacation. Not sure if I'll have access to inter webs, but I'll try to post here when I leave and when I get back at least.
"A hand- maiden? To the queen herself?," Khaylan stared at the healer, open surprise playing across his face. After a few moments, he began to chuckle at the irony of the situation. "You mean to tell me, that all these years, I've been looking down on and squabbling with someone who, by all rights, used to outrank me socially?"
He paused suddenly, about to say how ridiculous it all sounded. And yet, was it any more ridiculous than a peasant boy making a deal with a witch to claim a knighthood? What about that same peasant boy being bound by a witches spell designed for betrothed couples to a woman he had started the day out hating?
He shook his head slowly, "Fate, it seems, has a sense of humor." And we, it seems, are the punchline.
He paused suddenly, about to say how ridiculous it all sounded. And yet, was it any more ridiculous than a peasant boy making a deal with a witch to claim a knighthood? What about that same peasant boy being bound by a witches spell designed for betrothed couples to a woman he had started the day out hating?
He shook his head slowly, "Fate, it seems, has a sense of humor." And we, it seems, are the punchline.
It is an interesting change of pace. I rarely run with any character from the upper classes but the story sounded interesting and I could use the practice.
Khaylan arched an eyebrow at the healer's words, "Next you'll tell me that you're queen of the fae folk and the sun is really just an angry tortoise. If that was meant to see how sane I am at the moment, I would reccomend a more believable test."
He sat in silence for a few moments as the healer looked him over once more. Could it be possible though? Miranda? Ex-nobility? Why would she ever step down from such a life of comfort to sing and beg in the streets? His mind couldn't really accept the idea, as long as he had known her she had been the low born peasant girl who took pleasure in frustrating and annoying him. Yet he had only run into her a few years ago... could it be possible that he had heard perhaps even met her before in his social circles?
"Alright, fine," Khaylan muttered, throwing his hands up in grudging surrender, "what do you mean by that, healer? She's been to court before, not as entertainment?"
He sat in silence for a few moments as the healer looked him over once more. Could it be possible though? Miranda? Ex-nobility? Why would she ever step down from such a life of comfort to sing and beg in the streets? His mind couldn't really accept the idea, as long as he had known her she had been the low born peasant girl who took pleasure in frustrating and annoying him. Yet he had only run into her a few years ago... could it be possible that he had heard perhaps even met her before in his social circles?
"Alright, fine," Khaylan muttered, throwing his hands up in grudging surrender, "what do you mean by that, healer? She's been to court before, not as entertainment?"
Khaylan looked at the ground, uncomfortable once more. "A fair assessment," he said, though whether it was in response to the subtle knife games of court life, or his own capacity for lying was unclear even to him. His gaze drifted back towards Miranda, and he lifted a hand to his chin, tilting his head to one side in thought.
"You may be on to something actually," Khaylan began, "it'll take more than just a dress to convince them, but it has some merit..."
And so long as she doesn't speak very much... or become offended at the subtle jibes and barbs... or display truly poor manners... this could work,, Khaylan thought to himself. He was already forming the lies and excuses he would need to make for the rest of the month, until this strange spell was over. After all, it was little different from the farce he'd been playing out for years.
Of course, if they were discovered, they'd likely both be tried, and Miranda would be executed... which in turn would kill him....
"The best games are played when its all out on the table," he said, nodding at Miranda, "think you can pull it off?"
"You may be on to something actually," Khaylan began, "it'll take more than just a dress to convince them, but it has some merit..."
And so long as she doesn't speak very much... or become offended at the subtle jibes and barbs... or display truly poor manners... this could work,, Khaylan thought to himself. He was already forming the lies and excuses he would need to make for the rest of the month, until this strange spell was over. After all, it was little different from the farce he'd been playing out for years.
Of course, if they were discovered, they'd likely both be tried, and Miranda would be executed... which in turn would kill him....
"The best games are played when its all out on the table," he said, nodding at Miranda, "think you can pull it off?"
Pretty good actually. The storyline has been quite clever I think, and the rules surrounding the spell, along with its apparent intended use were well thought out.
Poor Khaylan. *chuckles*
Poor Khaylan. *chuckles*
Khaylan, frowned, considering his options. He had intended to do just that, though preferably with about six other knights at his back. He muttered under his breath about witches and their odd customs and stranger magic. Still, he couldn't just allow her to run amok and he doubted that offering to provide an armed escort would sound any better to her ears. They may have hated each other, but that doesn't mean he hadn't learned a thing or two about his new... 'partner'?
Perhaps subtlety would prevail where brute force could not.
'You cannot deny that would, perhaps, be the smarter move. After all, I'm not completely unaware of the troubles on the streets these days," he shifted slightly, his old life flashing before his eyes, "but I get the feeling you would likely... disapprove of that course of action, so I would only be placing us both at greater risk for little reason."
"And seeing as how if either of us slept with another person, we would be tied like this for the rest of our lives, my plans for this evening are now shot," he chuckled slightly, a bit of his previous chauvinism rising, "would you turn me down if I offered to buy lunch? Presuming you have no other plans today."
He shifted again, leaning his weight from side to side andwaiting for her response. Perhaps not his most subtle maneuver to this day, but it was the only way he believed he could get her to at least grudgingly remain close by until he could figure out what to do.
Perhaps subtlety would prevail where brute force could not.
'You cannot deny that would, perhaps, be the smarter move. After all, I'm not completely unaware of the troubles on the streets these days," he shifted slightly, his old life flashing before his eyes, "but I get the feeling you would likely... disapprove of that course of action, so I would only be placing us both at greater risk for little reason."
"And seeing as how if either of us slept with another person, we would be tied like this for the rest of our lives, my plans for this evening are now shot," he chuckled slightly, a bit of his previous chauvinism rising, "would you turn me down if I offered to buy lunch? Presuming you have no other plans today."
He shifted again, leaning his weight from side to side andwaiting for her response. Perhaps not his most subtle maneuver to this day, but it was the only way he believed he could get her to at least grudgingly remain close by until he could figure out what to do.
Khaylan was about to speak the same words when Miranda spoke them for him. He wouldn't be caught dead sleeping with-
He arched an eyebrow at Miranda's protest, almost taking offense. What peasant girl wouldn't dream of bedding a knight like him? He had money, power... he shook his head slowly. It didn't matter anyways, she didn't want him and he didn't want her...
The venom in Miranda's voice brought him back to reality. Her words stabbed at a much deeper part of him than he thought possible, and for a moment, he contemplated storming out and getting shot by another crossbow, if only to spite her. He wheeled towards her, the anger building in his body until he thought it would burst. "How dare you!," he began, ready to launch into a rant about how all of this was really her fault. How she should be begging him for forgiveness for... for... for what?
It hit him like a kick from a horse. She was right. For once, this was all his fault. There was no one else to blame, no one else to hide behind, no one else to shoulder the burden of what his actions had wrought. The fury went out of him like a tidal wave, and all he was left with was his guilt.
"No... for once you're right," he muttered, his gaze sinking towards his feet, "I was the one who struck the bargain. I was the one who failed to follow through on my end. I was the one who sought you out earlier... I am the one who put your life at risk."
H paused for a moment, ,looking back up at Miranda, "I know it doesn't cut it, but I am sorry. If I thought for a moment that this is what would happen if I reneged on the deal, I would have completed it in a heartbeat. That won't help us now though."
"We have a month of this curse to deal with," Khaylan said, "and that means a month of avoiding pain, not to mention death."
He turned to look at the healer, " you are certain there is no other way to terminate the curse?"
He arched an eyebrow at Miranda's protest, almost taking offense. What peasant girl wouldn't dream of bedding a knight like him? He had money, power... he shook his head slowly. It didn't matter anyways, she didn't want him and he didn't want her...
The venom in Miranda's voice brought him back to reality. Her words stabbed at a much deeper part of him than he thought possible, and for a moment, he contemplated storming out and getting shot by another crossbow, if only to spite her. He wheeled towards her, the anger building in his body until he thought it would burst. "How dare you!," he began, ready to launch into a rant about how all of this was really her fault. How she should be begging him for forgiveness for... for... for what?
It hit him like a kick from a horse. She was right. For once, this was all his fault. There was no one else to blame, no one else to hide behind, no one else to shoulder the burden of what his actions had wrought. The fury went out of him like a tidal wave, and all he was left with was his guilt.
"No... for once you're right," he muttered, his gaze sinking towards his feet, "I was the one who struck the bargain. I was the one who failed to follow through on my end. I was the one who sought you out earlier... I am the one who put your life at risk."
H paused for a moment, ,looking back up at Miranda, "I know it doesn't cut it, but I am sorry. If I thought for a moment that this is what would happen if I reneged on the deal, I would have completed it in a heartbeat. That won't help us now though."
"We have a month of this curse to deal with," Khaylan said, "and that means a month of avoiding pain, not to mention death."
He turned to look at the healer, " you are certain there is no other way to terminate the curse?"
Then I shall attempt to match.
"You must be joking," Khaylan said, the color draining from his face as he looked slowly from the healer to Miranda, "you mean to tell me my life is tied to hers?"
He shook his head slowly. trying to deny what part of him knew to be the pure truth. "I refute this. You are in on it, aren't you? Why wouldn't she just kill me outright? Why tie my lifeforce... to hers? Why involve her at all in this?"
He started to move for the door, suddenly short of breath and with a desperate need to be outside. It was all too much, if the witch wanted him to suffer, why involve Miranda? It would have been so much easier to kill him outright, was this meant to make him suffer? His life in the hands of someone he could barely standing being in the same room with, let alone trust. Khaylan shook his head again, leaning heavily on the door frame. He would go back to the knights... yes... and he would have Miranda arrested and placed in protective custody. That should ensure he didn't die because of her mistakes. He would find this witch and make her undo what she had wrought...
But how?
Khaylan took a deep breath, measuring each of his following breaths in a breathing exercise as he slowly turned from the door to look back at the healer. "What do we have to do to lift the curse?"
He shook his head slowly. trying to deny what part of him knew to be the pure truth. "I refute this. You are in on it, aren't you? Why wouldn't she just kill me outright? Why tie my lifeforce... to hers? Why involve her at all in this?"
He started to move for the door, suddenly short of breath and with a desperate need to be outside. It was all too much, if the witch wanted him to suffer, why involve Miranda? It would have been so much easier to kill him outright, was this meant to make him suffer? His life in the hands of someone he could barely standing being in the same room with, let alone trust. Khaylan shook his head again, leaning heavily on the door frame. He would go back to the knights... yes... and he would have Miranda arrested and placed in protective custody. That should ensure he didn't die because of her mistakes. He would find this witch and make her undo what she had wrought...
But how?
Khaylan took a deep breath, measuring each of his following breaths in a breathing exercise as he slowly turned from the door to look back at the healer. "What do we have to do to lift the curse?"
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