Disclaimer: Guess what! None of it's mine! Wow!
Rachel: You like it? Thank you! Well, I think… Angst isn't really my thing…
Sorceress Cassandra180: Thanks, not really my thing, but…
Yeah, if you look at my other stories, you would probably ask why I'm doing angst. Well, blame Tris, my pyro muse.
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Waking up, Alex had a brief moment of panic, until she remembered what had happened last night, and where she was. The memories came back in a flood, along with tears. Feeling for her hidden dagger on her left arm, it was still there.
Standing, she rested her forearms on the end of Memnon's bed, then laid her chin on her arms.
He awoke a little later, and saw her face staring back at him, two shining tear streaks running down her cheeks. There was no real emotion that he could discern, besides the tears. Getting up, her eyes followed him, never looking anywhere besides his face.
After he changed, he walked over to her and offered her his hand. She never took her eyes off of his, but now he could tell that she hated him.
"Come along." He told her. She made no move to show that she had even heard him. "Alright then." Bending down, he picked her up and carried her to breakfast with him, looking a bit awkward, though.
He set her down in a chair to the left of his own. Her eyes just reached over the edge of the table. Grabbing the edge and tipping her head up she could almost see the plate. She sent Memnon a minor glare, then tried to reach some food.
Memnon saw the problem as soon as he put her down. Summoning a servant, he spoke to him in low tones. The servant –whom everyone called Zander, short for Alexander- left for a few moments, then returned with a wooden box.
Zander picked her up with one arm, and set the box on her chair. He looked much more at ease holding her than Memnon, and she started playing with his short, dark, curly hair.
"What is your name, sweetheart?" He asked.
"Alexandria, or just Alex."
"How old are you?"
"Five." He smiled, and set her back down.
"I hope to see you later." She smiled, then returned to trying to get food, which was more successful. "Sweet girl." Zander said to Memnon. "Where did you find her?" He hesitated for a moment before replying.
"She's my daughter."
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Alex looked up, having eaten her fill –which wasn't much- and now a bit bored. Memnon was talking to someone, seeming to have forgotten all about her.
Carefully, she climbed off the box to the ground. The box was shifted over slightly as she got to the floor.
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Grrr. That's all I have to say.
