Na'ari smirked inwardly, hoping that would stump her. Instead, she struggled to hold in her laughter. She then began to talk of several things. Then she did the unthinkable, open up all the personal information on him. "A black book?! No!"
I hate to do this Nari, I really do. . . We had some men sent to your family's location. The baby is so precious. . ."
"NO! YOU LEAVE THEM ALONE!!" he cried in a mix of anger, sadness and a desire to break the chains on him, but it only served to give him an electric shock. "But, I do have one final offer. Become my personal guard, with me twenty four seven, no pay for the rest of my life. If you do this, I promise your family will be protected. I swear on my life Na'ari. Oh but it would be worse then just a kill order...they'd all be punished for treason..."
Na'ari knew he had painted himself to a corner when he got angered, the tears pouring down his face were apparent enough. What could he do? Tell her to leave them alone completely and she could have him. No... He does that and he'll probably doom them more. He had a choice...he had to take it.
"If you swear by your soul, that you'll spare them a punishment, and that on pain of death that you'll leave my family alone...then... I Accept... Until my end." He was humiliated. The shock had sent him on his knees, left with no choice but to have a tear streaked face and quivering. He had no choice but to accept. But somewhere, deep in his heart he knew, his fire wasn't destroyed yet. So, within his heart, he kept that fire locked.
Oh, but how he felt like a fool.
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Na'ari snapped out of his silent thoughts as he looked at his helmet again as he grabbed it and pulled it on his head. He put all thoughts of his family aside, for good or ill, he hoped Na'ari Azura, The Forger ancestor and the first man to wield the name, would aid his family to be preserved. He then grabbed his dual pistols and holstered them on his thighs, and silently grabbed the blade on the table last.
He pressed his forehead upon it and gave a small Valsirian prayer for safety and luck before sheathing it on his back. He then walked to where he was instructed to walk to await for Diana Valorum to awaken. His new, forced life, was about to begin. His lip twitched as his visor closed to cover the lower half of his face. At least he can do this much. He didn't want her to see his whole face, not after how she painted him to a corner.
"Mistress better wake up soon. I don't want to stand outside this room all day. . ." he muttered.