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Prompt No 044: Pretend
Characters: Brom, Morzan
Word Count: 100
"Gardener, what are you doing in the private quarters?" The cold voice, ice, splits the air, freezes his spine. He tenses. It's all he can do not to fly across the room, tools drawn, and kill the traitor before him.
Instead he smiles (crookedly, the gardener is slow) and proffers the delicate roses. "Mistress want roses." He guffawed. "Gronel bring Mistress her roses." Another stupid smile, gormless, and he lets his eye wander, vacant.
The Hated One (brother) looses interest, so safe, so assured in his castle. He waves an arrogant hand. "Very well."
Brom always was a good actor.
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