Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the world in which they live. They belong to he wonderfully talented Sherwood Smith. I'm just messing around with some of the scenes for fun and entertainment.
At Bran and Mel's castle:
"Can you tell me," he asked slowly, "why you still seem to harbor your original resentment against me?"
I rolled my eyes at Shevraeth.
"What you think you can waltz in here all and gorgeous, handsome, smooth and refined and I'll suddenly fall for you? I don't think so. Take a hike blondie."
It was his turn to be exasperated. And then he lost it.
"What is your problem? I've been nothing but nice to you and you rip my head off. I keep telling my cousin and your brother that and they keep telling me 'No Danric, she'll come around, she really does like you, ask the girl out.' You Lady Meliara, are completely nuts! I'm leaving."
"Fine! Go!" I yelled at him.
He took one last look at me, stamped his foot and stormed out whining "I never get the girl, they either like Russav or they are psycho head cases! I want my mommy!"
Finally left alone in my library I mused to myself "I think somebody needs a longer vacation. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to depose him too."
