Snippet #1993083

Sorosillian leapt from the cart and followed Isabella in silence. He kept his eyes trained on the ground, following Isabella only by the faint view of the end of her skirt. He could not bear to look at Imail. Not today. Not until after it was all done, and he was certain that Imail was safe... if not entirely sound. On silent feet the young prince made his way to their packs - significantly lighter than they had been when the group arrived - and dug out what meager rations were left. Some old, stale bread, a few strips of dried meat from the last rabbit Imail had been able to catch, and several bundles of berries. Lots and lots of berries. That, at least, was a blessing...

Sighing softly to himself, he bore his bundles back to the fire. Good food, sweet ignorance... somehow he missed the wonders of his life before he had met Isabella. The only problem with that life had been the absence of Isabella.
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"If you want food, eat," Imail muttered to Jacob. It was all too clear that the late prince intended to take nothing for himself. He loosened his sword in its sheath and started for the trees - and early morning walk to slip back into the mind-frame of that madman Blaspheme, who would have no problem with slaughtering his own father. It was going to take that hereditary insanity to commit this act of violence.
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Louis' eyes flickered slightly at Conner's touch. At first he had no idea where he was... then he realized. His vision cleared and he looked up at his beautiful knight. The man had clearly spent the entire night awake... smiling slightly to himself, he reached up and threw his arms around Conner's neck. With remarkable force for a man so peaceful and almost feminine as Lois, he dragged Conner down to his side.

"Good night," he mumbled, snuggling his face into Conner's chest, refusing to let Conner move. The warrior needed sleep, and this was Louis' most devious method of getting him to take that well-deserved rest.