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Sorceress Cassandra180: Meh-beh. (does Dr. Evil pinky, giggles evilly)
An inset braid is a French braid. I don't know what they would have called it.
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"Aren't you going to come in?"
"No." They were standing outside the throne room. Takmet was about to go in, but Alex refused.
"I'm sure your father wants to talk to you."
"Don't call him that." She told him, a bit more sharply than she had intended. "A father wouldn't do something like that to his daughter." Takmet couldn't tell if she was just speaking figuratively, or was in denial about what Memnon had done.
"Alright." He tucked her hair behind one of her ears, then disappeared through the door.
She leaned back against the wall, and tipped her head back. Don't cry, don't cry, she thought to herself, taking deep breaths. There was a small bead between the pads of her thumb and forefinger that she was rolling around. Somehow it helped. Slipping it into her pocket, she put her hair up in two inset braids.
Takmet came out, and she was rolling the bead around again. He didn't understand why she had it, but wasn't going to ask, as it seemed to calm her.
"Memnon wants to talk to you." He said, remembering her request/order from earlier. Sighing, she nodded. Softly, her placed a hand on her neck. "Do you want me to come with you?" His voice was soft, almost a whisper.
"No. I want to deal with this alone."
"It doesn't sound like you want to be alone. Are you sure?" Looking down at her bead, she noticed it was slightly lopsided.
"You wouldn't mind coming?" He smiled.
"If I minded, I wouldn't have offered." With one arm around her waist, they walked through the doors.
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Alex sat on the ground in front of Takmet, leaning against his legs. Watching Memnon show off in front of nearly the entire household of the palace was at the top of the list of places she didn't want to be.
"He was being rather hasty, don't you agree?" Takmet whispered to Alex.
"About us getting married as soon as possible? Yes." She took a deep, steadying breath. "I hope he misses the arrow this time."
"Shh." Takmet shushed her; she had said it a little too loud and people were looking at her. She didn't care; they could all take a long walk off a short pier for all she cared. Memnon was setting up to catch an arrow coming straight at his stomach. Unfortunately, he did catch it.
"I didn't do anything!" Two red guards carried in a young boy. Alex saw Memnon take something from his hand while the boy looked at him with a mixture of fear and awe. Takmet laid his hand on her shoulder as he stood, and Alex leaned forward slightly.
She did think it was a shame that they had to cut his hand off. The boy was pretty adamant about not having done anything. Then again, any thief would deny his guilt to save his hand.
Not especially wanting to watch Takmet chop the boy's hand off, she looked to Memnon. He was 'talking' to two women. Rolling her eyes, she looked back at Takmet.
He started to swing the axe downwards, but an arrow pinned it to a statue behind the table. Chaos ensued. Alex looked to where the arrow came from, and saw the lone archer letting loose another arrow; this one aimed for Memnon. For a moment, she dared to hope, but, alas, he blocked it with a blade.
"Alexandria!" Takmet called, shoving his way through the crowd. "Come on." He took her by the arm.
"What? No, that's-"
"Come on!" He insisted, pulling her along.
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It is currently 8:03 in the morning, on a Tuesday. I love going late on Tuesdays. I also love Brooks and Dunn, which is what I'm listening to at the moment.
