Wow , I know a miracle I actually updated but , here is the shortest
chappie in existence , but don't worry . As soon as I get another 5 reviews
I'll upload the next , one with some actual content!
He had , paced , pleaded with the gods , and paced some more. His face was
becoming an inscrutable mix of emotions twisting and churning under his pale skin , a
constant mass of worry and desperation. His Alanna , so strong had only been brought
home to Pirate's Swoop for only moments before she was struck with fever .George had
immediately called upon Duke Baird , panicky and very agitated after being told that
Alanna would be okay. George was once more outside their bedroom pacing the floor
repeatedly and hearing the quiet moans coming from under several comforters as his wife
was racked with haunting dreams and bouts of unconsciousness.George forced quiet grin
on his face , contradicting the grave look in his eyes , when his mother, Eleni came out
from the room. 'The fever's dropping" She whispered this gently and lay a hand on his
shoulder leaning in for a hug.
"Can I go back in' George's voice to had sunk to a whisper as he looked plaintively to the healer.
"George last time you went in there the floor boards nearly gave with you constantly
walking in circles , look at you. Your pale, have you even eaten supper , lunch?'George
frowned a bitter flash pacing through his eyes before he let a desperate sigh pass through
his lips.
"Yes" he voice was almost scathing as he turned around the corner , his leather boots
padding down the stairs and into his office. Pulling his arm behind his head he swung it
violently at the door , sending it rocking back into the frame . She's going to be okay. He
repeated it under his breath , a quiet chant in the dark room. But when I tell her ... she
will be okay? His mind answered each refrain and he sat there , glaring at the small
necklace that sat rudely in his palm. Pulling his face away from the smirking trinket he
looked up into the polished shield that lay in a mess of papers , to see an old haunted man
covered in shadows. He hadn't eaten in two days and sleep was beginning to call.
Eleni was frowning again , cringing at the memory of her son, of her daughter in law.
True the fever had passed but how much damage was under the bandages wrapped so
tightly around her waste , halting he breaths and chocking her fever- brought screams.She
was not a young women anymore but with age brought her something more than sight
could , and she understood their was more that kept her son dreading the sight of his wife
tossing in bed. She was walking quietly , taking time to watch each crack between the
voluminous walls of her son's barony , seeing the large paneled door that lead to her
son's office and hearing the gentle rumble of his breath when she leaned in to listen
.Myles was waiting down in the mess hall , a room set with two rather heavy- set wooden
benches and a large table , stained with ale and grease,. He walked towards her and took
her hands and together bid goodnight to a Raoul , who lay hunched over in his chair ,
before walking up to their rooms for a fitful rest.
He had , paced , pleaded with the gods , and paced some more. His face was
becoming an inscrutable mix of emotions twisting and churning under his pale skin , a
constant mass of worry and desperation. His Alanna , so strong had only been brought
home to Pirate's Swoop for only moments before she was struck with fever .George had
immediately called upon Duke Baird , panicky and very agitated after being told that
Alanna would be okay. George was once more outside their bedroom pacing the floor
repeatedly and hearing the quiet moans coming from under several comforters as his wife
was racked with haunting dreams and bouts of unconsciousness.George forced quiet grin
on his face , contradicting the grave look in his eyes , when his mother, Eleni came out
from the room. 'The fever's dropping" She whispered this gently and lay a hand on his
shoulder leaning in for a hug.
"Can I go back in' George's voice to had sunk to a whisper as he looked plaintively to the healer.
"George last time you went in there the floor boards nearly gave with you constantly
walking in circles , look at you. Your pale, have you even eaten supper , lunch?'George
frowned a bitter flash pacing through his eyes before he let a desperate sigh pass through
his lips.
"Yes" he voice was almost scathing as he turned around the corner , his leather boots
padding down the stairs and into his office. Pulling his arm behind his head he swung it
violently at the door , sending it rocking back into the frame . She's going to be okay. He
repeated it under his breath , a quiet chant in the dark room. But when I tell her ... she
will be okay? His mind answered each refrain and he sat there , glaring at the small
necklace that sat rudely in his palm. Pulling his face away from the smirking trinket he
looked up into the polished shield that lay in a mess of papers , to see an old haunted man
covered in shadows. He hadn't eaten in two days and sleep was beginning to call.
Eleni was frowning again , cringing at the memory of her son, of her daughter in law.
True the fever had passed but how much damage was under the bandages wrapped so
tightly around her waste , halting he breaths and chocking her fever- brought screams.She
was not a young women anymore but with age brought her something more than sight
could , and she understood their was more that kept her son dreading the sight of his wife
tossing in bed. She was walking quietly , taking time to watch each crack between the
voluminous walls of her son's barony , seeing the large paneled door that lead to her
son's office and hearing the gentle rumble of his breath when she leaned in to listen
.Myles was waiting down in the mess hall , a room set with two rather heavy- set wooden
benches and a large table , stained with ale and grease,. He walked towards her and took
her hands and together bid goodnight to a Raoul , who lay hunched over in his chair ,
before walking up to their rooms for a fitful rest.