1.1 Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne, I have never owned Escaflowne, I
will never own Escaflowne.
Author's note: Thanks to the people (i.e. two) who reviewed me, that's great!
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1.5 Part Eleven: Last words
Sharra slowly walked up to the door of her husband's room, took a deep breath, and knocked. A wheezy voice answered.
"Come in." She opened the door and walked in.
"Hello, Roman
"Hello, Sharra, how are you feeling? Any side affects from the kidnapping?"
Sharra had to laugh, "Oh, Roman even sick as you are, you can't help being a doctor." She knelt by his bed, "I told you, I wasn't hurt."
"They did capture the thieves didn't they?"
"Yes, don't worry, I won't have any more contact with them." I hope, she thought to herself.
"Thank the Gods." Roman's body was racked with coughing. Sharra became panicked.
"Are you okay? Do you need anything, somebody should be here with you!"
"It's okay, Sharra, I'm fine."
"I don't know what to do."
"I'm sick, Sharra, I wanted to talk to you because there is a good chance that I won't survive the night."
Her eyes filled with tears, "I don't want you to leave me."
Roman smiled sadly, "My dear Sharra, I know that this marriage has not made you happy, I know your father pushed you into a arranged marriage before you were ready. I'm sorry for that."
"Roman, I love you."
"As a father, I'm sure you do, but as a man…." His body was racked with coughing again.
He looked down at her and took her hand, "You are a wonderful girl, do not grieve for me, find another, one who will love you with as much passion as you deserve." His head fell back and he closed his eyes.
"Roman? Roman!" Sharra leapt and called out the door, "Millerna! I need you here now!"
Millerna ran into the room, her blonde hair flying out behind her. "What is it?"
"Roman!" Was all that Sharra could get out as she pointed to her still husband. Millerna felt for his pulse and sighed, "He's sleeping."
Sharra breathed a sigh of relief. Then she turned and walked out.
'He's right you know.'
'Go away.'
'You have to get on with your life.'
'My husband is dying and all you can say is that?'
'I know that you love him, but he's been sick since you married him, which wasn't that long ago, you haven't even had sex!'
'That's because….'
'Because you think of him as a father?'
'No, it's just….yes, I think of him as a father. It's like my father is dying.' She stifled a sob and tried to dry her tears.
'You better dry those quicker, look whose coming!'
If things couldn't get any worse, there was Orian, looking as if he owned the place.
"Well, 'ello there luv, what are you doin' lookin' so sad? Hubby say somethin' not nice?"
That did it, Sharra snapped.
"How dare you! Walking around like you have lived here all your life! Yesterday you were just a petty thief, now, just because the late King decided to knock up your whore of a mother, you think that you can order people around, and make assumptions about their lives!"
Orian walked up to her and spoke very quietly. "You can say anything about me that you want Princess, you can call me any name you want. But if you ever insult my mother again, I will kill you, I don't care if you're a woman or not."
Sharra stepped back, she had expected a comeback, maybe a little insulting of his own, but not the cold fury she saw in his eyes.
"Well, well, then don't insult my husband." She stuttered, "You don't know anything about him."
Orian relaxed and crossed his arms across his chest, "I think I've got him figured out Princess, probably some stuffy old duke who likes the idea of a pretty piece of flesh on his arm."
Before she could control it, her hand reared back and slapped him across the face. He looked at her, surprised, then smirked.
"That's twice now, you've hit me, don't do it again."
"Don't you ever insult my husband again, you snivelling coward." Sharra said, in the cold voice he had used earlier. "He is twice the man that you will never be. You do not know anything about him, or me. He is lying on his deathbed right now. Show some respect."
That stopped him, "He's dying?"
"Yes." Sharra lost the coldness, and Orian thought he heard a tremble in her voice, "He probably won't make it through the night." Her voice broke and she tried to cover up a sob.
"I'm sorry luv, I really am."
She tried to see if he was just kidding around with her, but she could only see compassion and sincerity.
"I don't know what to do." She sobbed, "He is everything to me."
Orian felt a sharp pain in his heart, but quickly smothered it.
"I know luv, it's hard." He opened his arms and she fell into them, crying.
He brought her to a settee, and held her while she sobbed into his shoulder.
'This feels kind of nice.' Said the little voice in his head.
'Shut up! I'm supposed to be comforting her, not thinking that.'
'Well, you have to admit it.'
'No I don't, besides, her husbands dying, I can't be thinking those thoughts anyway, that's even worse than thinking them when I thought he was alive and kickin'!'
'Fine, don't listen to me.'
'When do I ever?'
"You done luv?" Orian asked when Sharra lifted her head.
"Yes, I think so, thank you Orian."
"Call me 'Rion." He was amazed, why did he ask her to call him that?
"Nickname?"
"Yeah, sort of."
Sharra sighed and laid her head on his shoulder, "This feels nice."
Orian panicked, "Sharra, maybe, we should."
"Don't ruin it, 'Rion, it feels nice to be held right now." She looked up at him, "Real nice."
"Listen Sharra, you're real vulnerable right now, and I don't want to…" He was cut off when she pressed her lips to his.
"Take advantage of me," She whispered against his mouth, "Please?"
All rational thought was gone, and he simply pulled her closer.
"Why you stupid, insufferable, idiotic, prick!"
The pair broke apart and Orian looked up just in time to see a fist bash into his face. More specifically, Van's fist.
Sharra shrieked and stood up, to have Hitomie come up from behind her and lay a hand on her shoulder.
"Aren't you going to stop them?" Sharra asked, panicked, when she saw Orian recover from the hit and ram into Van's stomach.
"No, I think that this will be good for them, brother bonding."
Sharra looked at her, "If you say so."
Hitomie smiled, "I don't believe we've met, My name is…"
"Lady Hitomie, I know who you are. Van's lost love."
Hitomie blushed, "Not so lost, and not so regal, drop the Lady part please."
"Of course."
"And your name is?"
"Sharra Quinlan."
"And you were kissing Orian? Interesting."
"It's a long story, even longer when you put in the fact that I'm married to Roman Quinlan."
Hitomie's bright smile faded, "Oh I'm sorry dear."
"What? What is it?" Sharra asked, confused.
"I'm sorry to hear about your husband's death."
Sharra gasped and stumbled back, "What, what do you mean?"
Hitomie put a hand over her mouth, "You didn't know? Oh, no, I'm sorry, I thought you knew." She placed her hand on Sharra's arm. "Your husband died, Sharra, in his sleep, just a bit ago. I'm so sorry."
Sharra missed that, she heard a roaring in her ears, her eyes filled with tears and she fell to the ground.
"No, it's not true, no, please no!" She cried out.
Van and Orian stopped fighting and saw her; Orian shoved his way past Van and knelt beside her.
"What is it luv, what's wrong?"
Sharra pushed him away, "Go away, just go away, leave me alone, I want to die!"
Orian glared at Hitomie, "What did you do to her?"
Van put his arm around Hitomie, "She didn't do anything, you're the one who kissed her when her husband's body isn't even cold!"
Orian's eyes widened in shock; "He's dead?"
Hitomie's voice was kinder, "Yes, he died not even an half a hour ago."
"No," he whispered as he looked down at Sharra, "What is she going to do?"
Author's note: That made me sad, but don't worry, everything will be happier. Next chapter is called, "The Ball." I had almost forgot about it, but don't worry, it will happen!!! It will contain: the arrival of Eries, an announcement of some kind, another kiss, make that a lot more kisses. And somebody catches two others doing something they shouldn't be doing. And get that out of your dirty minds!
Author's note: Thanks to the people (i.e. two) who reviewed me, that's great!
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1.5 Part Eleven: Last words
Sharra slowly walked up to the door of her husband's room, took a deep breath, and knocked. A wheezy voice answered.
"Come in." She opened the door and walked in.
"Hello, Roman
"Hello, Sharra, how are you feeling? Any side affects from the kidnapping?"
Sharra had to laugh, "Oh, Roman even sick as you are, you can't help being a doctor." She knelt by his bed, "I told you, I wasn't hurt."
"They did capture the thieves didn't they?"
"Yes, don't worry, I won't have any more contact with them." I hope, she thought to herself.
"Thank the Gods." Roman's body was racked with coughing. Sharra became panicked.
"Are you okay? Do you need anything, somebody should be here with you!"
"It's okay, Sharra, I'm fine."
"I don't know what to do."
"I'm sick, Sharra, I wanted to talk to you because there is a good chance that I won't survive the night."
Her eyes filled with tears, "I don't want you to leave me."
Roman smiled sadly, "My dear Sharra, I know that this marriage has not made you happy, I know your father pushed you into a arranged marriage before you were ready. I'm sorry for that."
"Roman, I love you."
"As a father, I'm sure you do, but as a man…." His body was racked with coughing again.
He looked down at her and took her hand, "You are a wonderful girl, do not grieve for me, find another, one who will love you with as much passion as you deserve." His head fell back and he closed his eyes.
"Roman? Roman!" Sharra leapt and called out the door, "Millerna! I need you here now!"
Millerna ran into the room, her blonde hair flying out behind her. "What is it?"
"Roman!" Was all that Sharra could get out as she pointed to her still husband. Millerna felt for his pulse and sighed, "He's sleeping."
Sharra breathed a sigh of relief. Then she turned and walked out.
'He's right you know.'
'Go away.'
'You have to get on with your life.'
'My husband is dying and all you can say is that?'
'I know that you love him, but he's been sick since you married him, which wasn't that long ago, you haven't even had sex!'
'That's because….'
'Because you think of him as a father?'
'No, it's just….yes, I think of him as a father. It's like my father is dying.' She stifled a sob and tried to dry her tears.
'You better dry those quicker, look whose coming!'
If things couldn't get any worse, there was Orian, looking as if he owned the place.
"Well, 'ello there luv, what are you doin' lookin' so sad? Hubby say somethin' not nice?"
That did it, Sharra snapped.
"How dare you! Walking around like you have lived here all your life! Yesterday you were just a petty thief, now, just because the late King decided to knock up your whore of a mother, you think that you can order people around, and make assumptions about their lives!"
Orian walked up to her and spoke very quietly. "You can say anything about me that you want Princess, you can call me any name you want. But if you ever insult my mother again, I will kill you, I don't care if you're a woman or not."
Sharra stepped back, she had expected a comeback, maybe a little insulting of his own, but not the cold fury she saw in his eyes.
"Well, well, then don't insult my husband." She stuttered, "You don't know anything about him."
Orian relaxed and crossed his arms across his chest, "I think I've got him figured out Princess, probably some stuffy old duke who likes the idea of a pretty piece of flesh on his arm."
Before she could control it, her hand reared back and slapped him across the face. He looked at her, surprised, then smirked.
"That's twice now, you've hit me, don't do it again."
"Don't you ever insult my husband again, you snivelling coward." Sharra said, in the cold voice he had used earlier. "He is twice the man that you will never be. You do not know anything about him, or me. He is lying on his deathbed right now. Show some respect."
That stopped him, "He's dying?"
"Yes." Sharra lost the coldness, and Orian thought he heard a tremble in her voice, "He probably won't make it through the night." Her voice broke and she tried to cover up a sob.
"I'm sorry luv, I really am."
She tried to see if he was just kidding around with her, but she could only see compassion and sincerity.
"I don't know what to do." She sobbed, "He is everything to me."
Orian felt a sharp pain in his heart, but quickly smothered it.
"I know luv, it's hard." He opened his arms and she fell into them, crying.
He brought her to a settee, and held her while she sobbed into his shoulder.
'This feels kind of nice.' Said the little voice in his head.
'Shut up! I'm supposed to be comforting her, not thinking that.'
'Well, you have to admit it.'
'No I don't, besides, her husbands dying, I can't be thinking those thoughts anyway, that's even worse than thinking them when I thought he was alive and kickin'!'
'Fine, don't listen to me.'
'When do I ever?'
"You done luv?" Orian asked when Sharra lifted her head.
"Yes, I think so, thank you Orian."
"Call me 'Rion." He was amazed, why did he ask her to call him that?
"Nickname?"
"Yeah, sort of."
Sharra sighed and laid her head on his shoulder, "This feels nice."
Orian panicked, "Sharra, maybe, we should."
"Don't ruin it, 'Rion, it feels nice to be held right now." She looked up at him, "Real nice."
"Listen Sharra, you're real vulnerable right now, and I don't want to…" He was cut off when she pressed her lips to his.
"Take advantage of me," She whispered against his mouth, "Please?"
All rational thought was gone, and he simply pulled her closer.
"Why you stupid, insufferable, idiotic, prick!"
The pair broke apart and Orian looked up just in time to see a fist bash into his face. More specifically, Van's fist.
Sharra shrieked and stood up, to have Hitomie come up from behind her and lay a hand on her shoulder.
"Aren't you going to stop them?" Sharra asked, panicked, when she saw Orian recover from the hit and ram into Van's stomach.
"No, I think that this will be good for them, brother bonding."
Sharra looked at her, "If you say so."
Hitomie smiled, "I don't believe we've met, My name is…"
"Lady Hitomie, I know who you are. Van's lost love."
Hitomie blushed, "Not so lost, and not so regal, drop the Lady part please."
"Of course."
"And your name is?"
"Sharra Quinlan."
"And you were kissing Orian? Interesting."
"It's a long story, even longer when you put in the fact that I'm married to Roman Quinlan."
Hitomie's bright smile faded, "Oh I'm sorry dear."
"What? What is it?" Sharra asked, confused.
"I'm sorry to hear about your husband's death."
Sharra gasped and stumbled back, "What, what do you mean?"
Hitomie put a hand over her mouth, "You didn't know? Oh, no, I'm sorry, I thought you knew." She placed her hand on Sharra's arm. "Your husband died, Sharra, in his sleep, just a bit ago. I'm so sorry."
Sharra missed that, she heard a roaring in her ears, her eyes filled with tears and she fell to the ground.
"No, it's not true, no, please no!" She cried out.
Van and Orian stopped fighting and saw her; Orian shoved his way past Van and knelt beside her.
"What is it luv, what's wrong?"
Sharra pushed him away, "Go away, just go away, leave me alone, I want to die!"
Orian glared at Hitomie, "What did you do to her?"
Van put his arm around Hitomie, "She didn't do anything, you're the one who kissed her when her husband's body isn't even cold!"
Orian's eyes widened in shock; "He's dead?"
Hitomie's voice was kinder, "Yes, he died not even an half a hour ago."
"No," he whispered as he looked down at Sharra, "What is she going to do?"
Author's note: That made me sad, but don't worry, everything will be happier. Next chapter is called, "The Ball." I had almost forgot about it, but don't worry, it will happen!!! It will contain: the arrival of Eries, an announcement of some kind, another kiss, make that a lot more kisses. And somebody catches two others doing something they shouldn't be doing. And get that out of your dirty minds!