Snippet #2623704

"You seem strong....I wish I was as strong as you." The girl said, piquing Isabellas interest. Oh, if only this girl knew how weak she had once been, you did not just become strong, you had to make yourself strong, work for it and fight. Only then could you have the power to control your own life.
"I'm sorry, I know you don't want to talk to me, it is clear you don't even like me,I suppose for a woman as strong as you, seeing a girl as weak as me, probably makes you hate me, I understand...I just..." The girl trailed off, unsure perhaps of how to continue. She rolled over in her bed, apparently trying to find some solace in the oblivion of sleep. Isabella padded over quietly to the girls wardrobe, opening it and sifting through the various fine dresses and beautiful gowns that populated its depths. Finally she came across something suitable, and removed it from the closet. Onto the girls bed she threw a pair of fine tights, the shortest, loosest dress she could find and a ribbon which the girl could tie her hair back with. A brief foray to the table Da'Karro had already crippled gave her two slender shafts of wood, nearly half a metre long each. She walked back to the girl on the bed and tossed her one of the pieces of wood. Then with a single slender hand, motioned for the girl to dress and get out of bed.
Da'Karro carved wood to pass the time, Isabella would instruct this girl on the value of strength.

"You will watch how you speak to me..." Julia spat vehemently at Ramas, who only grinned, how odd it must be to possess so much power, and in the space of a night, lose it all and be left the prisoner of someone whome you had seen as so far below you as to be not worth the time of day. Julia glared at him for a second longer before a slight, cruel smile curled around her lips, and she moved away to her dresser, which she began to sift through in earnest. Ramas watched her carefully, though she had lost much, the woman was clearly no fool, and was no doubt plotting some way to turn the situation to her advantage, or enact some revenge upon her oppressors.
"Lady Julia, if I may offer up my humblest advice, do not plot against King Decimus. You will not be able to fool or outsmart him, and he is only keeping you alive because he believes you may be useful. The moment you become a hinderance," Ramas paused, partially because he was a dramatist, and partially for Julias benefit, to add weight to the importance of the situation, "He will not hesitate to kill you."