Disclaimer: All characters places and events belong to Tamora Pierce
Once again Keladry of Mindelan cursed Lord Wyldon for posting her in Haven. This Gods blessed, stinky ratsbane, of a camp. She wanted to be fighting by his side, not babysitting a bunch of refugees. She wanted to watch as his golden hair blew in the wind from his warhorse's charge. See his company of warriors charge into battle. She wanted to be fighting by the side of Lord Raoul of Goldenlake and Malorie's Peak.
She wanted to be by the side of her love, not here, babysitting. Not that he knew of her feelings. She had purposly hidden her feelings behind her Yamani Mask when around him. He would laugh and brush her feelings off. She couldn't live past his rejection. It wasn't possible.
Meanwhile on the Scanran border
Raoul was in a pet. He had been sulking all day because he wanted to fight by her side. See her short brown hair blowing in the wind from her Warhorse's charge. See her run to help any injured soldiers. He wanted to be by the side of his love. Keledry of Mindelan.
Not that she knew his feelings. He put on his block of wood expression he used at banquets and balls around her. She would just brush off his feelings. He couldn't live past her rejection. It wasn't possible.
He stomped to his tent and pulled out a bottle of spirits. An hour later he was drinking his second bottle when Lerant came in. He turned and glared at Lerant "What?" he growled. Lerant squeaked then ran.
Outside by the horses
Dom was rubbing down his horse to sooth him when Lerant came running. "Lord Raoul is drinking!" "So, he needs water too?" "No, he's drinking spirits!" "What! Where?" instead of answering he walked to Lord Raoul's tent. Then squeaked and ran.
Dom stormed in spotting Raoul a few feet away and looking quite drunk he stomped over "What the fuck are you doing?"
I know I'm evil. Sorry, not sorry. Review please. I will update soon.