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Joren of Relomar leaned back in his chair, set up in camp. Everything was going according to his plans! With the threat of the Royal Family in Corus, the King would be forced to submit to his wishes.
Chuckling, he glanced at the Fort. If his riders had almost climbed the wall, then they were bad off indeed. "This will be sweet," he whispered. Not only would he get a king's ransom in jewels, he would receive one third - one third- of Tortall.
Not to mention the princess herself.
The ambitious 21 year old smoothed back his blond hair, straightened his tunic, and went out to give a pep talk to his army.
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King Jonathan of Conte sat alone at his desk. Was submission his only choice? This time, it would be his family, nation, and stature to lose, not to mention the horrifying idea of handing his daughter over to that madman.
"Kally would never forgive me," he said aloud, fiddling with his quill. She and Collun were already inseperable.
She was a stubborn, willful child. Child? Jonathan whistled. Kally was already fourteen, but as lovely as her mother. Of course Joren would ask for her.
But, he rerouted his thoughts. Kally threatened to kill herself, and he had no doubt she would if the time came...
Standing decisively, spilling parchment left and right, the King snapped his fingers. He would not capitulate! Unless something drastic happened, he would do everything in his power to stop Joren.
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The fighting started again as soon as the King roared back his response to Joren. The fragile truce was instantly broken, and Kally returned to her bow's post.
Collun stared at her. Kally, with her hair pinned up, looked so fierce. It was not only her pride at stake, it was her hand in marriage also.
They shot their arrows for a few minutes before they needed to reload their quivers from the mess of arrows littering the stone floor. As she bent over, an arrow flew through the window and hit Collun in the back.
"Collun!" she screamed, as a second arrow followed. In her panic, she threw a bit of raw magic and the arrow burned in midair.
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Joren of Relomar leaned back in his chair, set up in camp. Everything was going according to his plans! With the threat of the Royal Family in Corus, the King would be forced to submit to his wishes.
Chuckling, he glanced at the Fort. If his riders had almost climbed the wall, then they were bad off indeed. "This will be sweet," he whispered. Not only would he get a king's ransom in jewels, he would receive one third - one third- of Tortall.
Not to mention the princess herself.
The ambitious 21 year old smoothed back his blond hair, straightened his tunic, and went out to give a pep talk to his army.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
King Jonathan of Conte sat alone at his desk. Was submission his only choice? This time, it would be his family, nation, and stature to lose, not to mention the horrifying idea of handing his daughter over to that madman.
"Kally would never forgive me," he said aloud, fiddling with his quill. She and Collun were already inseperable.
She was a stubborn, willful child. Child? Jonathan whistled. Kally was already fourteen, but as lovely as her mother. Of course Joren would ask for her.
But, he rerouted his thoughts. Kally threatened to kill herself, and he had no doubt she would if the time came...
Standing decisively, spilling parchment left and right, the King snapped his fingers. He would not capitulate! Unless something drastic happened, he would do everything in his power to stop Joren.
~~~~~~~~~~~~`
The fighting started again as soon as the King roared back his response to Joren. The fragile truce was instantly broken, and Kally returned to her bow's post.
Collun stared at her. Kally, with her hair pinned up, looked so fierce. It was not only her pride at stake, it was her hand in marriage also.
They shot their arrows for a few minutes before they needed to reload their quivers from the mess of arrows littering the stone floor. As she bent over, an arrow flew through the window and hit Collun in the back.
"Collun!" she screamed, as a second arrow followed. In her panic, she threw a bit of raw magic and the arrow burned in midair.