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The Deposed Dilemma

Ferona wasn't sure what to do. When the soldiers began to leave she was relieved but it clearly wasn't over. If he didn't sell, they would just take it all? In just three days?! He had no choice then...

She had mixed feelings about this place. On one hand it still got boring here, for her. On the other, it was her refuge, her safe haven. She called it home yesterday in the midst of all that upset! And now all of that was threatened? But then again, a great deal of what made her feel safe here wasn't just that there were no people around. It was Berek himself. As long as he was okay... Wait--which also implied as long as they were together... She frowned. Was she relying on him that much already?

He came back in and hushed the dog but Ferona was wide awake now. She met him in the other room, a little hesitantly, and leaned on the door frame. When he looked up at her, her expression said she already knew.

"Berek... What will you do?" she asked.

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Ferona stirred because he did and awakened to not as many cramps in her neck as she would've expected. They fell asleep sitting together but got marginally more comfortable through the night. He didn't make a bad pillow! She made a very soft noise of protest when he got up but then settled all the way down in his place and seemed to go back to sleep.

She felt the breeze of his passage as he suddenly came rushing past her but didn't know anything was amiss until she heard voices.

She sat up slowly and then got out of bed, approaching the window quietly. She could hear the ultimatum perfectly through the closed window shutters. She could also peek out and see the knights. Her eyes grew very wide. Berek was about to loose everything?!

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Ferona cuddled up to him on the cot, trying to enjoy the moment and not think too much. She took his hand and twined her fingers through them and closed her eyes. It was early yet but the day had been exhausting and the trip had been long. And it was so cozy in here... And yet the bed was not so much. She started feeling bad for taking the best mattress, but...

She yawned sleepily, loosening her grip on his hand.

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That was another thing, his own eyes were so lovely. In the right light they were a beautiful gold color. But just now they were warm caramel. His body relaxed, his arms swept her up, and his face lowered to hers... Just as she'd desired.

She kissed him warmly, closing her eyes. Her arms closed around his neck and before he pulled away she stood on her tiptoes to get closer, sinking back down as he pulled away. Their lips parted as softly as they'd met but his face stayed close. For a few seconds, they exchanged breaths.

Then Ferona found her hand in his and Berek turning shy. He didn't finish his statement but she suddenly clued in to what he meant. Not just that he was glad to have her here... But would she /stay/ here, with him? He'd been getting at it all day, she realized. It scared her a little. For how long? Forever? She wanted to pull away. But that was the fear talking! What she really wanted to do WAS stay, just like this. She had no real plans of leaving.

"I--" she nodded, trying to look more certain than she felt. She squeezed his hand and his shoulder. "I'm glad to be here with you, too." That much was true.

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Ferona was out of it for most of the trip. She'd calmed down at first but the longer it took them to get home, the more her thoughts turned inward. She didn't come back to herself until he was wrapping his cloak around her. That felt so good and comforting, it was the perfect thing to do just then. She sucked in a bracing breath and nodded.

And although she hadn't been thinking about leaving or staying, she was most definitely thinking about staying now. She didn't quite catch the importance of what he was saying to her, but she nodded eagerly enough.

He was still holding on to the ends of the cloak, standing close, shaking. Her face was tilted up to his, he was looking at her in that way again... Like she was precious. "It's okay," she replied, soothing him back. He was so strong... but so sweet. She really loved that about him. She stretched her arms up to rest on his shoulders and then she looked at him earnestly, looked at his lips, looked back into his eyes. "Berek..."

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Ferona's face turned to his as he burst out, wide-eyed, pleading. She shrank back further as he threw the punch and fell to the ground upon being suddenly released. "Berek..." she choked. And then he was there, lightly touching her cheek, her arm. She burst into tears and shook her head, still clutching the scarf. She used it to wipe her eyes and held out her hand. "Help me up. Let's go home..."

As soon as he did, she turned and buried her face into Rose's neck and kind of hid behind her and Berek as they got away from all the watchers. But once they passed a bend in the road she let go and turned to him and collided with him in a tight hug, shaking.

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"Okay, thanks," she said to the smith as he left.

They were putting all the foodstuffs into Rose's saddlebags. But Ferona kept an apple for herself and began eating it too, like Berek. She didn't finish though, and gave the rest to the horse. Rose knickered excitedly and breathed on her hands.

"Oi! If it isn't the Queen Beggar!" suddenly announced a man, laughing snidely.

"Eh? It really is. And wasn't that the smith with 'er?"

"I do believe it was, Todd! What would he be doing with 'er, ay?"

By now the two men were close enough to recognize. By SMELL if nothing else. It was, of course, the manure cart drivers she'd had the misfortune to tick off previously. But this time their expressions weren't nearly so angry. They looked... like they'd spotted fresh meat.

Todd, was it? Todd snatched the scarf off her head, eliciting a shriek. She dropped Rose's reigns and grabbed for it.

"Lookie there! She's not bald no more!" He held it out of her reach, passing it from one arm to the next.

The other man, the one she really hated, reached out and touched her hair, carressing her cheek in the process.

"'S pretty. No wonder the smith's keeping her at home."

Ferona slapped him and then snatched the scarf back from his stunned friend.

"You bitch!" he cried, grabbing her wrist and yanking her to close to him. "I should've taught you a lesson the first time!"

She was too proud to whimper and to cowed to slap him again. She was reminded too much of the night she was kidnapped, when it had done no good to cry for help or fight. And the enraged face glaring down at her seemed to mesh with the one she'd seen that night as well. She shrank back, heart in her throat.

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To be honest, Ferona had never paid attention to the timespan he put on their arrangement. So far she'd been surprisingly content, once she stopped being so bored. And she'd really grown to enjoy spending time with him. She was thinking about the upcoming winter, but only because he'd brought it up a few times. She agreed that she needed a warm cloak.

Food! She briefly clutched his sleeve. "Oh, don't get me started!" There were SO many foods she'd been wishing for now. She tried to choose the one she wanted most. "Fish? Or some really good vegetables..." Something other than what was growing in his garden. She tugged his sleeve a little more. "Eggs! Yes, we should definitely get eggs..." But transporting them all the way home without breaking them might be a slight problem. Then again, one of the first days she was with him he had gotten a few from somewhere... She dropped his sleeve and brushed a fly away from the horse.

The two young people made a nice looking couple together, to anyone that noticed them. Ferona was very striking in the red dress next to the red horse, with her bright green eyes taking everything in. But Berek wasn't unknown here and since the first time a client caught sight of her word had spread through the town that he had a woman staying there. So far, though, no one knew it was the crazy beggar "queen." Those that cared for gossip and knew Berek on sight were very interested in her. But many others paid them no mind yet.

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Now that she wasn't bald anymore, Ferona's self-esteem was quite boosted. She smiled more these days. Furthermore, she was excited about the horse! It was a blood bay mare, no purebreds in her line at all. But she was a million times better than a donkey. Fera named her Rose and loved her more than she could've guessed she would.

So yes, she was riding her, just like she did every day. And it was a little strange because she had her dress hiked way up to allow for it, with pants on underneath. She'd gotten used to wearing them so she might as well make use of them... She wasn't about to try to cut her dress to make it fit for riding. And side saddle was the worst!

Once they got close to the town she dismounted and straightened her clothes and her scarf and patted Rose's flank. She also felt for her purse of money, considering again what she should buy today.

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The Demere's were not huggers. She had certainly hugged her sister Faeryn before but not as compassionately as this. (They had a strained relationship). Her father had hugged her as a small child, but not once she'd grown up. Her mother never had.

She let her legs drop to the ground and she turned toward him, accepting the hug. She embraced him back and let herself believe that it really would be okay. Somewhere along the line she'd stopped fearing what he was after and begun to trust him. Today especially, she was grateful for his presence in her life. Or her presence in his life, at least.