Heya, please review and let me know what you think, it's kinda scary having a story up with hardly any reviews – where exactly have I gone wrong?
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This is taking place at the same time as the previous chapter, except it is set in Haven, not Steadfast…
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…So in conclusion you have to grow up! Stop acting like a spoilt child who has been denied their favourite toy and get yourself back here. Your father, your Uncles, gods all be dammed your country needs you!
Dom flung himself back into his chair and crumpled yet another ink splattered piece of parchment before flinging it with undue force into the already overflowing bin, running frustrated hands through his hair for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. He just couldn't get that letter to sound right. Gods knew normally he could write anything that was required and put a positive spin on it, could even give the Scribes a run for their money on good days, Zamiel had tried more then once to make use of him with the report work for the camp.
This however was proving to be difficult; he had to make her see sense. Neal was stretched to breaking point as were Duke Baird and Lady Alanna. There were simply too few healers to deal with the injured and it was driving him mad to know that Evelyn was acting the wronged noble Lady and staying well out of things in Carthak.
He stretched out his hand to try and relive the cramp and sighed, of course Lord Raoul was besotted with his goddaughter and so could be forgiven for trying to spare her the harsh reality of this war, but she needed to grow up at some point and if it was up to him to drag her into the adult world then he would.
Dam her to the Dark Gods realm anyway. His current situation was all her fault; here he was holed up in his quarters at Haven trying to write her a civil persuasive letter and it kept deteriorating into a rant. He huffed out a breath and practically growled at the paper lying in front of him.
He had always known Evelyn was no Lady Knight, teased her about it many a time, but had never figured her for a coward until she'd run away. He could / would never forgive her for the state she'd left her Uncle Raoul in. With that in mind and determination etched across his handsome face he snatched up his griffin feathered quill, (a belated birthday present from Kel, Evelyn hadn't even remembered his 22nd) and furiously began the letter again.
Twenty minutes later he leaned back again, and let out a bellow:
"Wolset!"
The scratching of chair legs being dragged across the wooden floor and the sound of heavy boots pounding up the stairs that led to his temporary quarters assured Dom that his Corporal had heard his summons. Right on queue there was a sharp knock on the door and the Corporal in question ambled in before taking a seat on his Sergeants bed. At Dom's raised eyebrow he only smiled:
"You look frighteningly similar to your cousin when you do that you know." Dom pulled a face before putting on the players theatrics he knew was expected from him: "I'm hurt, you've driven a dagger though me!" He flashed a brief genuine smile before thrusting his finished letter into the other mans hands, "Read this and let me know what you think please."
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Wolset raised his eyes to his commander's face before lowering them to read the letter a second time. He absently raised a hand to scratch his neck before reclining back onto the bed again. "Well Sir, in all honesty I agree with you, she's behaved appallingly, should have come back of her own accord weeks ago. Don't matter about the conservatives; she should put the needs of her family first. However don't you think you're being just a little bit harsh with her?"
At that he waved the letter about haphazardly and tried to gauge the look on his friends face, but there was only a carefully constructed curiosity about it – dam the Lady Knight for teaching him the basics of that dratted mask!
If she reads this she might not come home just to spite you, it's practically legend how you pair didn't get along, rubbed each other the wrong way if you will."
Dom buried his face in his hands; he just wanted her to come back in order for his cousin to lose that sickly pallor that was associated with the constant draining of his gift. And, if he was brutally honest with himself he also missed her sharp retorts to his comments, but those he could do without. He wasn't sure if he wanted a coward for a sparing partner.
"Wolset, if she doesn't come to help her people because I didn't treat her like a pretty little butterfly that can do no wrong, then Tortall truly is better off without her."
Wolset took one final look at his Sergeants tired face, the way under his tan he was pale, the sparkling blue eyes that told a story of exhaustion and betrayed his worry for his friends. He stood up in one less then fluid movement and walked to the door, "I'll see that the letter leaves with the first messenger out of here." Two minutes later he was reading it out to the rest of the squad, "Who else wants to sign?" He had to move to the side as all the men queued in order to sign the letter that they hoped would shock the red robed healer back to her homeland and to the front.
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Well I was going to write more for this chapter but here seemed like the best place to stop as if I kept going it would probably have been to long…
