Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the world in which they live. They belong to he wonderfully talented Sherwood Smith. I'm just messing around with some of the scenes for fun and entertainment.
A sun seemed to explode behind my eyes. "You've got Bran? You used me to get my brother?"
"He's here," the Marquis said, but he didn't get any further.
Giving a wail of sheer rage, plucked a heavy silver candleholder and flung it straight at his head.
At the last second he ducked. The candleholder smashed through the window. I heard a loud thunk and then a man screaming, "OWWWWW! Not again. Blasted candleholders."
I looked back at the Marquis, my face red with anger. He blinked twice and began to laugh.
Screaming again I charged. He held his arm out and his palm contacted with my forehead. He held me out of reach with one arm, but my arms swung as I tried to give him a good punch. He just kept laughing as a grunted in frustration.
"Mel!," I whirled around to see Bran in the doorway. "What do you think you are doing? That's it, we're getting you anger management therapy!"
Shevraeth, by this point was rolling on the ground with laughter and his eyes were tearing. I kicked him in the shin.
"HEY! What was that for?" he cried, picking himself off the floor.
"For being a mean and a moron! Like you don't know!" I wailed back, exasperated. It was Bran's turn to laugh.
"Mel, calm down. Vidanric's on our side and he's in love with you. Now who's the moron?"
I blushed first and then my embarrassment turned again to anger. I smacked Bran and was tempted to give the Marquis another solid kick.
"Why am I always the last to find anything out?" I whined with the voice of a petulant five-year-old.
"Because," replied Bran, "you never listen. Now we have to make a peace treaty and topple a king. Say you're sorry to Vidanric Mel."
I shot him a menacing look.
"Do it Mel." he ordered
I looked out the window a sullen look on my face and grumbled, "Fine, I'm sorry I tried to brain you with your candleholder."
"I forgive you, I never liked that one anyway, gave me a few nightmares" the marquis drawled in acceptance of my apology. "Come, we must all prepare for dinner."
Bran and the Marquis exited the room. I took a moment to compose myself before the ordeal ahead.
Wait, had Bran said Shevraeth loved me?"
I ran out of the room screaming, "Shevraeth, get back here, NOW!"