This is a series of stories depicting the meetings of Nasuada and Murtagh in Tronjheim. Read...
Nasuada patted the waistline of her dress, making sure that the jewelled dagger concealed within was placed properly, then she gathered up the hem of her long, forest-green dress and set out for the prisoner's cell.
She arrived there soon enough, and paused when the guards in front of the bolted-shut door crossed their weapons in front of it. They lowered their spears when they recognised her, and she nodded to them as she walked past.
Apprehension slid its grimy hands across the back of her throat as she placed her hand on the bolt, the other one slipping inside the folds of her dress to close around the hilt of her trusty dagger."Don't worry,"she told herself."The guards will help me if I should need any assistance."She slid the hard piece of wood off to the side and gave the door a light push. It swung open silently.
What she saw surprised her. She did not see the battle-worn veteran of war she had expected to meet. Instead, her gaze fell upon a charming young man, slightly older than her, with chin-length, brownish-black hair, who was lying on a cot. He looked up as she entered, and she noticed that his eyes were a stormy shade of bluish-gray.
Murtagh scrambled up and looked her over critically. With a calm, expressionless baritone, he asked,"Who might you be?"
She swallowed, her right hand tightening on the handle of her hidden weapon, and replied,"I am Nasuada, daughter of Ajihad, and I have come to relay a message to you from my father."
Astonishment raised his sleek black eyebrows."Daughter of Ajihad?"
She raised hers. He frowned, then explained,"Your father did not seem like one who would practice marriage. What is your message?"
She smiled, and said in a high, rich vibrato,"He grants permission for you to receive visitors to your cell. Also, whatever books or food you may need, you have but to ask and it will be given to you."
He hesitated, then answered,"Thank you. Are... Are you going to see Eragon?"
"Yes. Is there a message that you desire me to give to him?"she said.
"Could you please ask him to visit me? I... I am afraid that I am actually rather lonely,"he confessed, his tone hesitant, as if he was unsure of how to react around her.
Nasuada tossed back her long, straight hair and smiled at him, flashing her bright white teeth."I shall convey your message." With that, she turned and strode out of the dark cell, leaving Murtagh behind staring at her back.
...Then review! This is only the first meeting. Each of their meetings will start with Nasuada's point of view, then Murtagh's. Please, please go to my profile page and vote in the poll! I want to find out the color of Murtagh's eyes!
