Disclaimer: (singing) If I could make a living out of loving you, I'd be a millionare in a week or two… Oh, sorry. Yeah, don't own anything. Big surprise.
FastFuriousChick: Thank you again! Yeah, Memnon is pretty mean. Even more so later… Oop, can't give too much away.
Sorceress Cassandra: Yay for chapterness! Hmm, what will she do… (evil giggle)
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"Why will you not even look at me?"
"I do not respect you." Alex said evenly, staring at the ground as they walked along outside. It was sunset, the sky turning a darkening red-orange.
"Why do you not respect me?" He kept his voice steady, though his temper was rising.
"You killed your own father. You will have to earn my respect."
"Respect? What would an Akkadian know of respect?" Hitting the front of his shoulder to turn him around, she locked her eyes with his. Alex's were burning with an internal flame, fed by years of bottled up rage.
"I know enough respect to not kill my own father." Her voice was dangerously soft. "Which is more than can be said about you." Leaving him standing there, she stalked off. Memnon wanted to talk to her.
"At least I don't kill for money, assassin!" He shot back at her. She froze in her tracks, then spun on her heel, eyes blazing. His smug expression only fueled the fires more. Furious, she walked slowly back over to him.
"I would enjoy killing you." She eyed him up and down. "No, death is too quick for you. You are a cruel, heartless, shell of a man. If you had any idea what I have been through," A smirk played across her lips as she shook her head back and forth slightly. "you would not be saying that."
"You are the daughter of the king. How has that made your life hard in any way?" She smacked him upside the head.
"He is not my father! My father was killed in a raid ten years ago." She spun around and left him to ponder this.
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She walked into Memnon's throne room, and he was standing next to a woman. Alex stopped in her tracks.
"M-mother?" The woman smiled as a single tear ran down her cheek.
"Alex," She sighed.
