A/n: SO sorry I havent updated in AGES! I was writing If Only They Hadnt Fought, then other stories. But alas, I have had a request to update this, so that I will! Warning, the characters become VERY ooc in later chapters. Its just sorta dramatic…I will warn you again in the ooc chapter.)
The Tortallans had a brief skirmish with the Scanrans, but acquired no causalities. When they returned to camp, with George amongst them, Dom searcher for Kel--and found her wrapped in Cleon's arms.
Livid with rage, he kicked dirt into the redhead's face. Cleon woke, spitting and spluttering, and scrambled up. Kel opened an eye, spotted Dom, and started babbling an explanation. Dom silenced them both with a look.
"I have to save her honor, if not mine," Cleon blurted. "-- forced her into it. I'm sorry." he accepted Dom's slap without a blink, then walked away.
Kel buried her face into Dom's shirt. He wrapped his arms around her. Raoul walked up and cleared his throat. The two jumped apart.
"Let's go, you two. We have to get back to Corus."
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With a sigh Kel flopped down onto her bed in the palace. Soon, a knock on the door interrupted her peace. Grumbling, she opened it. A servant handed her a document stamped with the Royal Seal. She thanked him and closed the door, skimming over the brief letter.
Dear Lady Knight Keladry,
I have yet to thank you for everything you have done for the realm. I am holding a ball tomorrow eve, and invite you to attend as a guest of honor.
Sincerely, Jonathon of conté .
With trembling fingers, Kel folded the letter and hurried to Lalasa's shop.
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