Summary: I've always been curious about Numair's feelings in Carthak, so I decided to write a fic on it.
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Chapter 1
Numair stood at the rail of the boat of the Tortallan delegates, anxious feelings washing over him. It had been years since he had fallen out of Ozorne's favour, and yet there was no way that Ozorne would have forgiven him. He had mixed feelings about others he had left behind as well-Varice, for example. He hadn't seen her in years, and now, he wasn't so sure that he wanted to be with her again. But unless she'd gotten married, she'd expect to go right back to the way things had been.
A small hand tugged at his sleeve, interrupting his thoughts. "What!" he snapped whipping his head around to look at whoever had been bold enough to approach him in this mood, and was shocked to see how different his student looked in court finery. Lined with blue eye pencil, her eyes captivated him, and he had to carefully avoid looking at her in any one place longer than he should. He wanted to act naturally, but he'd never noticed what natural was while he was doing it.
She looked hurt at his angry manner. "I only wanted to know if you were alright. You seem so grim,"
"I'm fine, magelet," he smiled, looking her over with an approving eye. "You should wear blue more often-it brings out matching shades in your eyes," he told her smiling.
She blushed at the compliment, and instead of answering, turned around and picked up Kitten, who wanted to look over the railing. She turned back to him, and asked once again, in a concerned tone, "You're sure you're all right then,"
"Of course. I'm just a little apprehensive about meeting some old enemies-and some old friends."
She started to say something else, but was cut off by Alanna, who relayed the message, "We're docking, so it's time to get ready to be presented to his Imperial Highness."
Five minutes later, they walked off the ramp and up to the greeting place of the emporer, and Daine silently put up prayers that nothing would happen to Numair. Unbeknownst to her, he put up a prayer of his own, remembering that Ozorne had a taste for pretty young girls.
Weak ending, I know. REVIEW! ...please....Tell me what you thought! This was meant to be a first chapter, but should I abandon?