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Nurumaiel · 01-26-2005, 03:02 PM

Foolish Lady Arshalous! Korak smiled in a satisfied manner at her retreating back. So she had strove to get the last word, and so she had got it. He had said something that bothered her, something that flew to that shrivelled heart of hers like an arrow and pierced it, to make her bewildered and anger. Ah, yes, he had hurt her, somehow. If he had not she would have made a sharp, cunning answer that pierced him. But her answer merely made him laugh. Helping the King? Did the dear sweet cousin possibly think that he, the Lord Korak, wanted her, the Lady Arshalous, to help him? No, let her help the King! He wanted no help from her. It satisfied him that she did it at the King's request. She was forced into alliance with him, and he had not been made to even ask her. Forced she must have been. She would never consent to something she so bitterly opposed just because the King said it would please him. No, it would be close to an order, or a threat, that would make her consent.

Morashk had crept to his master's side, and he, too, was gazing after the Lady Arshalous, though not with a triumphant smirk, like Korak. His expression was one of twisted bitterness. His hands clenched at his sides, his eyes smouldered with resentment and hatred. Yes, hatred... how he hated her! Poisonous, cunning serpant of a woman! To think that in days gone by he had not hated her. To think that he had actually...

"Morashk, it is good to see you here," said Korak, and the servant's thoughts were interrupted. "I could have used your assistance in my recent conversation with my cousin. I should have known better than to approach her without you by my side. I held my own well," he said, with another smirk, "but in such times I consider you most precious."

"My Lord is too gracious," said Morashk. Gracious, the Lord Korak? Pah! He was never gracious. He was amiable now because he had won a contest of spiteful words, and wanted to spread his triumph to those nearest to him... which was far away. But gracious... never.

"Now, come, Morashk, and let us find the Princess," said Lord Korak. "I saw her pass by not too long ago, and I want to find her and speak to her."

01-26-2005, 03:02 PM	#158
Nurumaiel Vice of Twilight Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: on a mountain Posts: 1,121	Foolish Lady Arshalous! Korak smiled in a satisfied manner at her retreating back. So she had strove to get the last word, and so she had got it. He had said something that bothered her, something that flew to that shrivelled heart of hers like an arrow and pierced it, to make her bewildered and anger. Ah, yes, he had hurt her, somehow. If he had not she would have made a sharp, cunning answer that pierced him. But her answer merely made him laugh. Helping the King? Did the dear sweet cousin possibly think that he, the Lord Korak, wanted her, the Lady Arshalous, to help him? No, let her help the King! He wanted no help from her. It satisfied him that she did it at the King's request. She was forced into alliance with him, and he had not been made to even ask her. Forced she must have been. She would never consent to something she so bitterly opposed just because the King said it would please him. No, it would be close to an order, or a threat, that would make her consent. Morashk had crept to his master's side, and he, too, was gazing after the Lady Arshalous, though not with a triumphant smirk, like Korak. His expression was one of twisted bitterness. His hands clenched at his sides, his eyes smouldered with resentment and hatred. Yes, hatred... how he hated her! Poisonous, cunning serpant of a woman! To think that in days gone by he had not hated her. To think that he had actually... "Morashk, it is good to see you here," said Korak, and the servant's thoughts were interrupted. "I could have used your assistance in my recent conversation with my cousin. I should have known better than to approach her without you by my side. I held my own well," he said, with another smirk, "but in such times I consider you most precious." "My Lord is too gracious," said Morashk. Gracious, the Lord Korak? Pah! He was never gracious. He was amiable now because he had won a contest of spiteful words, and wanted to spread his triumph to those nearest to him... which was far away. But gracious... never. "Now, come, Morashk, and let us find the Princess," said Lord Korak. "I saw her pass by not too long ago, and I want to find her and speak to her."