Lord Torrin Malakai leaned on the heavy doors as soon as he closed them behind him. He gripped the heavy brass doorknobs with whitened knuckles and steadied himself against the doorframe. If I let go, he thought, I will most definitely fall flat on my face. Around him, the room appeared to spin and blur.
So she is the one. "Caraain Bedell," he said aloud, trying the feel of his tongue as he said her name. Caraain Bedell. Burn her for this!
We were comrades, but you chose to love that....that...OTHER man. I was shrugged aside, cast away! For a penniless pretty boy! How could you choose him over me, Caraain? He bit on his lower lip, clenching his eyes to stop the tears from pouring forth.
He inhaled deeply. I told you I'd kill that man. That Marduke. I got rid of everything that stood between you and I, and still I did not have your heart. Burn you for that! "Burn you!," he screamed at the doors, though he knew they were far too thick for her to hear through.
I made a small fortune and earned myself a title selling my services to the other lords and ladies of the court. Without the rest of the other Assassins under Master Godai, I amassed wealth and power beyond comprehension. If word gets out that I was the one who informed the Safer border troops of our location, I am doomed!
Torrin reached for a small dagger that he kept at his side, and unsheathed it. With clenched teeth, he quickly drew it across the palm of his left hand. He made a fist with that hand, and watched the blood dribble down the side of his arm and splatter onto the fine patterned tiles.
"I swear a blood oath that I will kill you, Caraain Bedell. I will see you dead before me, and I WILL HAVE YOU!, if even for once only. This I swear."
Without another word, he sheathed his dagger and turned on his heels, his footsteps echoing hollowly down the empty hall.
So she is the one. "Caraain Bedell," he said aloud, trying the feel of his tongue as he said her name. Caraain Bedell. Burn her for this!
We were comrades, but you chose to love that....that...OTHER man. I was shrugged aside, cast away! For a penniless pretty boy! How could you choose him over me, Caraain? He bit on his lower lip, clenching his eyes to stop the tears from pouring forth.
He inhaled deeply. I told you I'd kill that man. That Marduke. I got rid of everything that stood between you and I, and still I did not have your heart. Burn you for that! "Burn you!," he screamed at the doors, though he knew they were far too thick for her to hear through.
I made a small fortune and earned myself a title selling my services to the other lords and ladies of the court. Without the rest of the other Assassins under Master Godai, I amassed wealth and power beyond comprehension. If word gets out that I was the one who informed the Safer border troops of our location, I am doomed!
Torrin reached for a small dagger that he kept at his side, and unsheathed it. With clenched teeth, he quickly drew it across the palm of his left hand. He made a fist with that hand, and watched the blood dribble down the side of his arm and splatter onto the fine patterned tiles.
"I swear a blood oath that I will kill you, Caraain Bedell. I will see you dead before me, and I WILL HAVE YOU!, if even for once only. This I swear."
Without another word, he sheathed his dagger and turned on his heels, his footsteps echoing hollowly down the empty hall.