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Gjeelea flees...
She felt her blood rush to her temples in a cacophonous flood of sound. Gjeelea tried harder than she had ever tried to remain calm, even defiant, before her father. Now, though, how could she maintain her composure when everything had fallen apart within five minutes? Gjeelea had never found it so hard to conceal her emotions. Her heart fell to the pit of her stomach, and her hands went icy cold.
"You know not what you do," She whispered, to both her father and Arshalous. What had happened to Arshalous' strength? Did she not know that Khamul and the Emissary would pollute her mind with evil? Anger welled up within Gjeelea, yet she felt tears form behind her eyes. What could she do now?
Gjeelea shifted where she stood, and without another word, she fled the hallway. She stormed out through the kitchen and into the darkness of the night, leaving the home of her husband where all the evils of Pashtia seemed to have chosen for their gathering place that night. Gjeelea could not bear to see her plans fall to pieces - her fear of failure was a weakness of hers she had never bothered to overcome.
She followed her heart to the only place where she might find different help...the palace.
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