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Aethyra

"How I despise these walls."

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a character in “Thorns Within the Rose”, as played by AngelBell

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Name: Princess Aethyra, Heir to the Throne
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Description: Fair skinned, hair so blonde it appears almost silver, and dark gray eyes. She stands at 5'7 and is very slender, delicate, yet strong.
Personality: Cold-hearted and calculating, Aethyra despises her royal bloodlines, the castle, and anything inside. She much prefers being outside and hunting in the snow. She loves the rain, moonlight, and silent nights around a camp-fire. The one person she does seem to care for is her younger sister, Setia; she likes how manipulative hse is, though she herself has never given in to her demands.
Background: Though she is female, Aethyra has been trained since birth to be the heir of her kingdom. She was taught manners, reading, writing, sewing and politics, though she was never allowed to handle money. She has had nightmares from a young age, and has a bad feeling that something terrible is coming...something terrible that she wants to be a part of.

So begins...

Aethyra's Story

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Aethyra stared out of the window, hard hand pressed flat against the thin and fragile glass. She had been this way for hours, being woken from her slumber by her nightmares, and not wishing to sleep again. Her skin was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat, her hair pushed back from her face, nightgown tangled around her legs. She did not stir; she would stand here until she was sent for, or until her legs collapsed from under her.

Nights like this were usually so peaceful, but some sort of blackness roiled in her stomach. Something big was going to happen, and she wanted to know what. She wanted to be a part of it. Aethyra was not a wall-flower, and while she cared about her family and her kingdom, she cared about having the power to rule it more.

Her nightmares had been different tonight. The usual dark forces swirling about, caught in what looked like a giant glass vase, hissing and whispering to her, that she might set them free. And she was a child again, standing before the vase, eyes wide, face not drawn into a scowl as it usually was now. She cowered from the darkness, usually, hiding her head and crying until it ceased its hissed whispers into her ear. But tonight...tonight she had walked forward, and touched the glass with one tiny, gentle finger. And it had shattered under her gentle touch, releasing whatever was trapped inside. It coiled around her, forced its way into her mouth and eyes, and began to laugh.

She had woken with a start, and forced her way out of bed, stumbled to the window, and stood, stock still. Whatever it had been, it knew her, and it knew her well. If Aethyra ever prayed, she would have now, that whatever it was...it would be happy with her.

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Parthenia Daphine was hurrying through the halls. Actually, Paige was hurrying through the halls. A noble woman with the name Parthenia would never do as Paige was right now. But alas Paige was not a noble woman so she was allowed to do so. Especially when the halls were as dark and creepy as these... Quickly Paige expelled those thoughts. They were unproductive and frightful and she had never had any desire to explore the darker places of her mind. She had heard that they changed you forever and disabled you to look at the world the same ever again. Paige liked the world as she saw it at the moment.

Balanced perfectly on the finger tips of Paige's left hand she carried a clear, glass pitcher of cool water and mint leaves; thought to calm a person's racing heart. Along with the jug of water she carried a glass cup for tea as well as some fresh bread with honey, butter and jam. These items were placed on a delicate glass tray Paige had to carry up three flights of stairs and down many of the innumberable hallways she had come to memorize. Paige like to believe she knew the castle better than it's owners. Drapped over her right arm was a rag which she could dip in water to clean one's brow of the corner of their mouths. All of these materials were nessasary in case there was something unpleasant amist the Master or his family.

Specifically, Paige had been sent to investigate the room of the Lord's Heir; Aethyra. The maids (including her mother) had heard noises of restless sleeping from her chambers and, naturally, they had sent up the servant girl to check on her and make sure their Mistress was alright. Paige approached the door and straightened out her dress as, like everyone else in existance (it seemed), she was expected to look well kempt in the presence of the upper class residents.

Gently knocking on the heavey, steel framed door with her calloused knuckles. She could hear of the other side footsteps and heavy breathing as if the one inside had just been frightened. It was apparent that her Mistress was not saftly asleep in her bed. Mostly likely it was one of the many nightmares her Mistress suffered. There was many a time in the dead of night Paige had been sent to render aid after a particularly bad one. This seemed like on of those nights. "Mistress Aethyra? It's your servant Parthenia. May I please come in?" Paige called quitely, then waited for a response from the other side of the door.

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"Parthenia." Aethyra croaked the girl's name, her cold eyes unflinching from her gaze out the window. The girl was always sent for her when she awoke from her nightmares, when all other's were afraid to call out her name. Parthenia, or Paige, was a sweet girl, always wishing to be helpful, always respectful; Aethyra liked her well enough.

"Enter, Parthenia, I am awake." She could smell the tea and bread, and a ghostly smile creeped across her lips, foreign and strange. Somehow, the girl always knew what she needed, be it silence, darkness, or just a hot cup of tea or coffee. Still, though, she could not tear her gaze from the scenery outside; the freedom of the garden and forests seemed to mock her, teasing her with the fact that she was still stuck inside, kept away from all she loved. It wasn't fair, but it was her life, her fate, as the Heir.

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Paige went in quietly, smiling a little. She was always happy to be helpful, and especially liked to be comfort to those who needed some, like her Mistress Aethyra. She carefully set the things down, glancing over at Aethyra and chewing her lip a little as she could see the longing in Aethyra's eyes. Paige knew better than most how deepy her Mistress longed to be free. She loathed being coped up inside the castle as was her fate. And so many times Paige longed to help her escape. It was as she said; as your servant I would beg you to stay, but as your friend I would encourage you to go. Of course, Paige was forbidden under the threat of exicution from this so she had to hold her tongue when not able to speak in private.

Paige carefully poured the drink and spread butter and jam over the bread, presenting it to Aethyra on the glass platter. "Were you having nightmares again, Mistress?" Paige asked, sorrow echoing in her voice, "They sounded worse then the ones before." See, even though she was an indentured servant, Paige considered Aethyra to be the closest thing she had to a friend and wanted to do whatever she could to ease Aethrya's pain. Of course she could only do so much as she was still a servant girl. "Would you care to talk about them, Mistress?"

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"They were only the usual ones," Aethyra sighed, taking the cup of tea and taking a sip. Shivers crawled up and down her spine, and the white blonde-haired princess choked slightly on her drink. After clearing her throat, she finally tore her eyes from the outside world and stumbled back to her bed, collapsing against the pillows and taking a deep breath. It felt like darkness had closed around her throat, and she closed her eyes, shivering. "It was just a bit...darker."

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Paige bit her lip. There was a strange feeling upon her back, but it faded quickly as if it had never even came. She shook it off, knowing her problems were to be placed after those of her Mistress. Timidly Paige sat on the padded bench at the end of Aethrya's bed and looked at the figure half sunked in the comfortable sheets. "A bit... darker, Mistress?" Paige asked, careful curiousity filling her voice. "Would you... care to explain?"

Paige was always extremely careful with her words, but especially when it came to her upper class friend's dreams. She knew well enough that Aethyra feared her dreams, which were already very dark. A darker dream than the ones she had experianced before? That could be very bad. "I-I mean, you don't have to m'lady..." Paige was quick to remind her friend of her freedom to decline, but then added slowly, "But I've heard that talking about one's problems provides comfort. And... I'd be happy to listen if you wanted to speak, Mistress Aethrya."

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She lifted herself, suddenly looking tired, and pointed towards the armoire in the corner of the room. "My cloak, Parthenia, please." Slowly and methodically, Aethyra combed out her hair and splashed water on her face, placing no rouge nor charcoal upon her skin. She would stay pale, today, as if she was as ghostly as she felt inside.

"The darkness, whatever it is, was let out. And it was...my doing. I am unsettled. I shall speak to the Lord, see what he thinks. There was a disturbance today, as though more people have entered. I shall investigate." Her sentances were short and clipped, and as she sagged against the bedpost, she looked far older than her nineteen years. Tucking her feet into slippers, she left the room, cloak forgotten, ignoring the shocked gasps from servants as she passed by them in only her nightgown. Improper as it was, none would scold her, she knew.

Almost falling down the staircase, she hurried to the throne room and stared at Leon, her eyes softening but little. "Good morrow," she said, her voice loud and booming, "I hope this day finds you well."

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"Of course, Mistress." Parthenia said quietly, fetching the garment. Then, upon her friend's ominous words, she gasped softly. The darkness... she let the darkness out? Paige knew that there was a darkness which was always contained in her dreams. But now, somehow, she had broken the thing that held the evil darkness. This would bother her mistress to no end, Paige knew.

"I agree, m'lady. Seeing the Lord is a very wise idea." she said, nodding slightly as she plucked the navy blue robe-like cloak off of it's stand. When she turned around though she was alarmed as Aethyra had slipped out of bed and was already walking for the door. No make up she wore and her clothing was nothing more than her thin, white night gown as she walked out the door. Paige was in a momentary shock but quickly hurried after her.

"Mistress Aethyra!" Paige called softly, hurrying down the halls after her, holding the cloak tightly in her delicate and worn little hands. "Please, m'lady, put on your cloak. You are expected to be dressed properly when in the presence of his Sire!" she said, becoming a little frantic. Her friend did not stop, which Paige had anticipated as she was not really concerned with the ways of the court; but Paige persistantly followed Aethyra as she walked.

They entered the throne room and Paige stayed close behind Aethrya, knowing she had not been formally invited or even asked into the room. This was a punishable offense to a servant girl like her so gently she draped the dark blue cloack over Aethyra's shoulders. The fabric fell lucidly around the lady's slim body, covering her enough to be considered modest, even though she still wore her sleeping attire underneigth. Then, humbly, she backed away to the door, keeping her head bowed and her eyes low, praying to the gods she would be excused from her actions.

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Leon had just shifted in his throne, the ware from the night already taking a toll on his body. He was tired beyond his years, but persisted as his Heir and her servant walked in to the poorly-lit throne room. "I hope this day finds us all well, Aethyra." he gave a kind, lordly smile as he readjusted himself in his chair. "Is something troubling you on this morning? You seem... drawn..." He drummed his fingers, now fully awake. His heir looked like she needed sleep more than he.

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Daniel pulled at the Paige's robe gently, standing outside the exit of the throne room. He bowed slightly, his glistening scythe still strapped to his back. "My name is Daniel. I take it that you're with the new Lord's party?" He held out a hand, giving her a charming smile

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"My nightmares have plagued me once more, my Lord, and they have grown worse. I ask permission to be allowed to descend into the dungeons alone, in order to face what eats at my heart." Aethyra glanced over her shoudler as a man shamlessly flirted with Parthenia, and barely contained a scoff. Men were such predictable, disgusting creatures, and never once had a man made her heart flutter, nor her cheeks tint pink, as the servant girl's did now. It was almost sad how much the girl was affected, but Aethyra chose to ignore them as they left the room. Let her have her happiness, she thought, almost sadly, the girl deserves it after being plagued with a mistress such as I.

Turning back to the Lord, her eyes cold and emotionless once again, she tightened the robe around her and half-smiled, looking haunted as she did so. Smiles were foreign to the Heir, and they did not grace her lips often, for when they did, she seemed to grimace more than grin. "I know it is a strange request, but I must go, and I must be alone, lest I find no answers."

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Leon's head was rocking slightly, his eyes partially shut. he had heard every word his heir spoke; though it sounded far off; distorted by the sleep that called to him. Had he been in any other state of mind, Leon would have said some kind, comforting word to his heir and sent her on her way, but the need of sleep had dulled his senses and judgement. "Do as you wish, My Heir, but hurry back." Somewhere far off, he heard the man from earlier, Daniel, flirting with a girl. Let them have their fun; they deserve it He stood and nodded to his heir before waving her off. He didn't have any other scheduled meetings, but still felt he should take his seat. "Oh, and while you're down there, can you tell the men on duty to bring up that one prisoner? the one not connected to the royal family" he had to ask the man a few questions, and possibly answer a few.
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Daniel watched the girl fade off unto dreamland, drifting away from their conversation. she brightened when he mentioned magic, then quickly explained the 'magic' she had once observed "those are simple parlor tricks, miss Paige. real magic is strong and powerful, pure energy of nature and the arcane" He raised two fingers, sending a crackle of blue lightning across them. "would you like to see some real magic, Miss Paige?"

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"Yes, my Lord." Bowing her head, she nearly ran for the dungeon, breath coming shorter and shorter. Wrenching the door open, she began to descend, forgetting being proper and tossing off her slippers as she went. The choking feeling grew stronger as she descended, and she paused to catch her breath before entering the guard's hallway, attempting to keep her face regal.

"The Lord wishes for the--" she froze as her eyes fell upon a man wiping his blade on the guard's--who upon closer inspection, was indeed dead--sleeve. Aethyra stayed still, keeping her eyes on the blades the man had. Clearing her throat to attract his attention, she kept her hands loose, cursing that she didn't think to bring her bow or hunting knives before rushing down. But if she had, she may have missed him.

"Hold," she whispered, then stronger, "hold. Stay your blades, man, I am no threat to you."

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'Hold' was the only word that escaped Aethyra's mouth before a knife found itself buried into the door just west of her head, maybe three inches away. When Alain actually got a look at the speaker, he only shook his head. A girl, not even a woman yet, who looked to be in her night gown and shoeless, stood in the guard's doorway. The lord? Alain wondered what the girl was going to tell this unfortunate man. He continued to give her that odd look, "My dear, do you make a habit of approaching known killers from behind, when they are more than apparently armed unarmed, without back-up, and with only the words 'hold'?" He asked, going to the chest, grabbing the bag of cookies, tossing them to her, "You have a lot to learn about the outside world, kiddo. I do not miss often, so take that as good luck on your part." He didn't wait for an answer as he walked close to her, inspecting her. The nightgown would signify someone important, he could tell by the quality of the fabric. But her face and hands...they were not the hands of some delicate princess, nor did her eyes contradict that assessment. Her eyes were cold. Killer's eyes, perhaps. Maybe not a man killer, but this girl had drawn blood before, "But perhaps not so much as I initially thought." He took his knife from the door and pushed past her into the prisoner's hallway, "Have a good day, miss. Try to stay away from armed killers, it would be a shame for a pretty face like yours to be carved up and end up in a ditch somewhere." He wasn't about to stick around this place, though he was curious what exactly this girl was doing in a place such as this. She wasn't a servant, definitely, but she did not carry herself like a knight either. Curious. Oh well. He had only taken a few steps from her, but it would not take him long to disappear from view.

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"Hold, I said," Aethyra spun to face the man again, furrowing her brow, "You killed the guards. You escaped the prison. That is...amazing." She felt truly awed by his skill; the kills were clean, simple, and quiet. Jealousy almost crawled across her face, but she blinked, and sent it away. He was skilled, but had surely been locked away for a reason. Trying to ignore his comment about her "pretty face", and the strange tilt of her stomach when she looked at him, she pressed on.

"You are not entitled to me in any way. You more than likely despise me, for no other reason than because I am woman and I have seen you. And you have no reason to accept my request. But I ask of you," taking a shuddering breath, she stared at him harshly, raising her chin high to give an air of bravado, "accompany me deeper into the dungeons, there is something I wish to check. If you accept, I shall reward you handsomely, and shall not tell the Lord about your escape." Closing her eyes, she hissed out air before speaking one last word, "Please."

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"I am Aethyra, the Heir to the throne, once the Lord has passed. I appologize if it sounded as though I was commanding you, that was not my intention. I shall give you a great reward, and if you'd like, I can give a bit up front." With quick hands, she reached and unclasped a string of pearls from her wrist, a pretty bauble that she rarely removed. "This you may have, if it pleases you." Aethyra tossed it towards the man, and studied him. "If you help me, I will assure that you leave these grounds unapposed."

"You were right to say that I have spilt blood, I am a hunter, whenever I can escape these damned walls and slip away to the forest. Noble wench, however, I am. I cannot promise that I will follow all your orders, but I shall try. Now, I ask one more thing of you, sir. I ask what I may call you, whether a name or a title, I care not, but something easier to say than "the escaped convict from the dungeon" would be simpler, if you don't mind too much."

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"Alain." She nodded, recording his name to memory, and beginning her descent lower into the dungeon, her footsteps silent on the stairs. "I do not blame you for not giving me a weapon, it is indeed smart. I do not wish to slay you, however, though I commend your thought process. I have no plans to double-cross you, I despise this place as much, maybe more, than you do."

As she descended, and they faded from the torch light, Aethyra was constantly growing more and more annoyed with her nightgown as it swished about her ankles. With a frustrated growl, she pushed past him back up to the guard's post, and studied the more slender of guards. Blinking sympathetically, she began to wrench his clothing from his lifeless body, before throwing the cloak from her shoulders and tugging the nightgown up and off of her tiny body, shameless and unafraid. She had been naked in the woods, in the castle, in the bath; this was just one more place to add to the list. Tugging his simple tunic over her head, she fastened her cloak back around her shoulders and pushed past Alain once more to continue dropping into the catacombs.

"And you know my name. Do not call me 'majesty,' I despise the very word."

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"I dislike pants, they cling and hinder my movement, and I try as hard as I can not to wear boots. They are clumsy, miserable things, and I much prefer to feel my surroundings than to guess at them." Aethyra was tired, and annoyed, and was not one for small talk, particularly with men. They had many things on their mind, most of which disgusted her, and the rest bored her.

"Though I do not doubt of your skill, I have no qualms that I could turn a blade against you if you were to attack me at a given moment. It was merely kindness that kept me from taking the man's sword as well." Glancing over her shoulder at the man, she kept her tone monotonous, her eyes steely, "And if I did not think you a smart enough man not to attack me whilst I bore myself, I would not have done so. As much as you detest it, you have a kind sort of shine in your eye, under the murder and smart comments."

Facing forward again, she stared straight into the blackness, enjoying the creeping dankness that began to crawl across her skin the lower they walked. "And I shall ask that you do not call me child. I am no such thing."

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Aethyra chose not to comment on his claims of power. She had no doubt he was extremely skilled, but she also had pride in the fact that she could at least excape his grasp, if not a blade. He reminded her a bit of a raccoon: smart, sneaky, thoughtful, easily aggrivated, but you need only be nimble and loud to escape him. Nearly grinning, she shook her head and followed him as he passed her, pressing herself against the wall so his body could not brush hers.

She explained to him her nightmares; the constant darkness, how she cowered as a child each night, but the previous night had been different. She had released it somehow, and did not want it searching. Silently, she added to herself how it searched for innocence, and while Aethyra herself was innocent, she was cold and calculating, not exactly interesting to a darkness such as that. It would search for someone such as Parthenia, and Aethyra would not let the girl be hurt.

"I am merely here to find out what has plagued me, I do not ask for bloodshed today. If it is neccesary, then it is neccesary, but I'd otherwise like to keep this clean." Her shoulder burned from where the weight of his hand had pressed against her skin, even through the tunic. It bothered her. Something was strange about this man. She found herself nearly unable to look him in the eye, and when he spoke to her, her tongue became thick and heavy. Was it possible he had poisoned her somehow, or perhaps even cursed her?

Glancing down at the rough tunic she'd stolen from the guard's body, she mentally cursed herself. Of course it was more comfortable to move around in, but she looked a fool. It fell barely below her knees, had no cinch nor ribbon to make it actually fit her; she looked a child playing dress-up in her elder brother's clothes. With a quiet curse, she wrapped her cloak tighter around herself and continued down, biting her tongue.

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With a nod, she tightened the sash around her waist. Aethyra was not vain, but she did enjoy wearing clothes that fit, they were simpler to move in. Keeping silent, she listened to him prattle on about his fighting abilities, an eyebrow raised slightly. The cold did nothing more than nip gently at her ankles, but she paid it no mind, it was hardly unbearable. Alain seemed, not nervous exactly, but definately wary. He didn't like it down here, that much was obvious, and Aethyra couldn't exactly blame him. Placing a steady hand on his shoulder, she whispered gently, "It will be stealthy and quick as well."

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Alain gave her a look, but said nothing. He didn't quite know what they were looking for, but he supposed they would know it when they saw it. Down and down they went, until finally the staircase ended. Finally. It had seemed like forever. How deep were they below the earth now? He couldn't possibly know, "These catacombs...what purpose could they possibly serve? The royal dead need not be buried so deep...there are crypts for such things..." he asked the air around them, not really expecting an answer. The air was stale here, not at all fresh...but there was the hint of rot on it as well, as though dead flesh had become pugnent and old. These narrow passageways were not to his liking in the slightest. He needed open spaces where he could manuever, "How much farther?"

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Closing her eyes, Aethyra could see a darkness licking at her from behind closed lids, pooling off to her right. Placing a hand on the wall beside her, she pushed, and the wall gave slightly, then slid open. A secret prison, she thought, clever. But not clever enough. Shivers coursed down her spine once she opened it, but something further down called to her. She took one shaky step, then another, and turned to look at Alain. He was not happy here, it made him nervous, and while being so far under the earth bother Aethyra as well, she was better situated here.

"You do not have to continue on if you do not wish. You may find your payment in my bedchamber, a satchel of gold sits beneath my pillow." What was this feeling in her gut? It couldn't be fear, no, Aethyra was not afraid, not of anything. Was it...regret? Regret that he may leave her? Shock apparent on her face, she turned back to face the dark hallway in front of her. "Your duty ends here. If you do not wish to leave on your own, you may wait for me at the guard station, and I shall pay and bid you leave once I return." As she began to walk further into the stale, rotten air, she found herself hoping that he would not leave her. And that scared her more than the darkness could.

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Alain bowed his head a bit at her words. Well, that was easier than he had thought. She didn't even want him to stay and help her investigate whatever creepy dream shit lurked in the darkness? That worked for him. Easiest money he ever made. With a smirk, he took a few steps back up, when an odd feeling caught in his chest. He physically put his hand to his chest, as if expecting to find something there. Nothing. Yet the feeling persisted. Guilt? Did he feel guilty about leaving the unarmed, under-clothed, teenager in the dark depths that literally smelt of death? He shouldn't, but he did. He rolled his eyes. He already knew why he was feeling this. She reminded him of himself at her age. He sneered for a moment as he gave a sigh, "Fuck me...easiest fucking money I ever made my ass..." he said to himself before turning back and following her into the depths, "If I go back up there, I am going to have to actually work to get the hell out of here. And I am not waiting and some ridiculous little guard post like a coward. I am no coward. When we get topside, you are walking me out of here, girl."

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Aethyra nearly smiled, and continued to walk, her pace and gait unchanged. So, he wasn't leaving her...good. But at the same time, terrible: because he was suscepting himself to her nightmares. Things could get terrible now, especially thanks to the dark feeling that sat festering in her chest. "Be careful, Alain," she said gently, "or someone may believe you care about someone other than yourself." It was unfair and a bit cruel to say, she knew, but it was her attempt at teasing. It made her somewhat happy that he decided to stay, but she squelched those feelings, her mind on the darkness ahead.

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"I will bear that in mind. Do not get any funny ideas, girl. You are a client, and my ticket out of here without soldiers breathing down my neck. Nothing more." He hoped she wasn't romanticizing their little foray into the darkness. This wasn't some child's fairy tale where the princess falls in love with the pauper, and even if it were, he wanted no part of it. Women, love, politics. All of it was just...more trouble than it was worth. He had been down the path of love once before, and he had been stabbed in the back because of it, literally and figuratively. He wasn't about to do that again, especially not for some tart in a castle wrapped up entirely in politics and such. Usurping a kingdom didn't exactly come free of political fallout. It already bugged him that he felt guilty about leaving the girl down here. He would not let that feeling become anything more than mirror to his own past. He couldn't deny that she did have a certain beauty to her, but she was still a child. The precipice of childhood, perhaps, but a child no less. He shrugged a little, "I care about my coin purse and my life. By extension, I care about my clients."

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Aethyra stopped dead in her tracks, and spun to face him, anger marring her face. "Listen to me. This is the last time I will say this. I do not care if you are the best thief in the entire land. I do not care if you could slice my throat in the blink of an eye. I do not care anything about you. But I am no girl. I am not a child. This has nothing to do with my station, but I will not be treated as a mere girl. If you refuse to follow this, than you are not bound to help me. I'm sure you can find a creative way out."

Twirling back around, she continued to walk, face red, eyes harsh. Embarrased and angry, curling and uncurling her fists, she strode down through the darkness. How was it that this man could make her so incredibly angry? She never showed this much anger, this much feeling period. Aethyra knew that the only way to make the terrible feelings in her chest would be to distance herself from him. She only hoped that poison-tipped words could keep him far enough away.