Makenna sat at her window, watching as Murtagh and his dragon flew away, and until they were out of sight. She sighed, and tried to work out her emotions.
"He's changed," she said to herself, "But everyone does, in time. And he's not necessarily changed in a bad way, but…he serves the King." that was her most troubling thought, "And he does have a rather similar way of speaking, and looks a lot like his father. But he's not his father! I forgive him…" she drifted from reality and sat in the middle ground of sleeping and waking. A knock sounded at the door. She sat up with a start and thought to herself "I mustn't give him away, whatever happens." Nasuada stepped into the room.
"Are you feeling better?" she asked, Makenna smiled. "Good. You've been so out of spirits lately."
"I've had good reason," stated Makenna. Nasuada smiled. "Any news?" Makenna feigned ignorance.
"Actually yes," Nasuada said hurriedly. "A guard was found unconscious in the hall, and when he came back to consciousness, he said he'd seen Murtagh! Obviously he was still dazed…" said Nasuada looking at Makenna in a steely gaze, trying to discern the truth, but Makenna looked away. "Naturally Murtagh wouldn't dare come back here, there'd be no reason for him to. Don't you agree?" Makenna shrugged.
"Well I'm actually feeling rather tired, I think I'll take a nap, if you'll excuse me." Makenna laid face-downward on her bed. When she found Nasuada had showed no intention of leaving the room, Makenna uttered a small snore. Nasuada quietly tiptoed out of the room and Makenna once more had peace.
"ah, my young prince," said the king coldly as Murtagh came into the throne room. "I couldn't help but notice, you don't seem to take a very large liking to the girl I sent you…." Galbatorix tried to fake a pleasant smile, but was not successful.
"She was no more then a slave for you, she didn't care for me at all…" Murtagh responded just as coldly.
"But she was sent for your use, in whichever way you saw most fitting. Was she not pleasurable?"
"That doesn't matter. She can be trained into that, but she is incapable of love." Murtagh retorted.
"Love?" laughed the King, "What does a treacherous snake like you know of love? Why would you care? Unless, there is someone still…alive, who you pretend to have these feelings for…"
"I don't pretend!" shot Murtagh furiously, but he realized a second too late, he'd given Makenna away. The King's lips curled up in a sneer.
"It seems we have a problem that refuses to go away. I myself shall accompany you on your next mission…your final mission. You need to be taught loyalty Murtagh, otherwise, you're of no use to me. And uselessness is deadly."