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Lies, Tricks, and Deception
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Prologue:
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I suppose I should keep a personal log of the
important events that have happened in my life over
the last few years. I'll never forget what happened
the week of Roald's wedding, the Gods have made that
clear to me, so I don't feel the need to record those
events. However, I do need to tell someone what has
happened since then, and most importantly, what
happened to me yesterday. And since Dom has sworn me
to secrecy for a time, I'll confide in this little
black book. I found it in Dom's saddlebags the other
day, with all the pages ripped out. There are only a
few blank ones left, but they're enough. I'm getting
off topic already, a sure sign that I've never tried
this before. Let me start from the beginning, or
really, the middle.
The months after Dom and I started our relationship
were some of the most confusing of my life. I set out
from the palace the morning he kissed me, leaving
little time for explanations or confirmations. I
didn't tell anyone about what had happened with Dom,
giving Neal only an edited version of our night in the
jail cell. He ended up finding out anyway when Dom
arrived at the refugee camp the next month, sweeping
me off my feet and into an embrace with unmistakable
motives. Love really does addle the mind. Neither of
us cared just then that it was in front of a very
interested audience.
It seemed Lord Raoul
had guessed - somehow or other -
what our conveyance of letters meant, and had shown
his approval by sending Dom and Third Company back to
New Hope. Everyone partook in teasing and harassing
us to no end, but they didn't seem too surprised.
Neal was a different story, refusing to talk to either
of us for record time. He held out for around two
hours before demanding to know why neither one of us
had confided in him. We couldn't give him a definite
answer without further hurting him, but he eventually
calmed down.
Tobe approved from the start. He hadn't known my
Sergeant (I love how that sounds) very well, even
after Scanra, but he deduced that Dom must truly care
if he had come all the way into Scanra for me, and
knowing that was good enough for Tobe. Dom made a
point of getting to know the boy better, and in time,
they became good friends, with Dom filling in as the
boy's role model. We joke a lot about that. Dom
doesn't seem to think he's a worthy replacement.
So all was well as my most memorable and wonderful
year ended. Another year later, things are still as
wonderful for the three of us. We're as close as a
real family, there's no doubt in my mind about that.
And last night Dom asked me to marry him. Neither
of us cares much for drama; he didn't beat around the
bush. I don't want to sound as clichéd as one of
Meathead's poems, but I know that I want to marry him
more than I could imagine. To be able to know that
wherever he is, and wherever I am, we're thinking of
each other would be the greatest gift. I know he's
the one I'm meant to be with forever.
As for my answer, I've never thought much about
marriage. Except for the firm belief that I don't
want it, I didn't look into my options, or even think
I could enjoy it. But then he asked me, and I wasn't
Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan then, I was Kel. The
same Kel that he wants to marry for some reason and
the same Kel, for that same reason, said, "Yes."
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