Post by Lady Edfeil on Mar 30, 2012 7:52:27 GMT -5
To say she had nae expected it would have been like saying she nae had expected the sea to rise up and swallow a town whole. She had been considering other matters, talking with Cara, smiling at Dieter and telling him of other matters that needed discussion. And then the messenger had come. It was rare for a messenger from the Citadel to be here, nae matter the fact that there was a somewhat uneasy friendship between both realms. The man was.. respectful though not talkative. And he made her uneasy though she could nae say why.
Having accepted the letter and read it, she stared at him, almost as if she could nae comprehend the words that had been placed on the parchment by the Brothers Verrier. It could nae be. There were those who... death's hand nae seemed able to touch. Indestructable. She would almost... almost think it a jest were it nae that this was nae something to jest about. And while she nae knew Lord Braeden, Lord Verrier was nae one known to jesting.
With wide eyes she started till finally, without words she had given the parchment to Dieter. He had read, looked at her then only posed one question. "You will go?"
It was nae even a question really, a request for confirmation mayhap at most, as things would have to be readied soon. Of course she would go. White Knight. She had feared him. She could nae imagine any nae fearing him though she knew they were those who considered him brother. But despite the fear, despite the knowledge that he could kill her without much of a thought, there had been a deep friendship and abiding friendship. The friendship of the lamb for the lion, without much sense mayhap. But it had been strong enough to survive decades and thrones.
Her eyes looked around, found Cara's as a steady point as she finally spoke the words "White Knight is death."
Having accepted the letter and read it, she stared at him, almost as if she could nae comprehend the words that had been placed on the parchment by the Brothers Verrier. It could nae be. There were those who... death's hand nae seemed able to touch. Indestructable. She would almost... almost think it a jest were it nae that this was nae something to jest about. And while she nae knew Lord Braeden, Lord Verrier was nae one known to jesting.
With wide eyes she started till finally, without words she had given the parchment to Dieter. He had read, looked at her then only posed one question. "You will go?"
It was nae even a question really, a request for confirmation mayhap at most, as things would have to be readied soon. Of course she would go. White Knight. She had feared him. She could nae imagine any nae fearing him though she knew they were those who considered him brother. But despite the fear, despite the knowledge that he could kill her without much of a thought, there had been a deep friendship and abiding friendship. The friendship of the lamb for the lion, without much sense mayhap. But it had been strong enough to survive decades and thrones.
Her eyes looked around, found Cara's as a steady point as she finally spoke the words "White Knight is death."
