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I think I will let Tris do review responses from now on. Yes, I'm insane. If she is mean to you, I'm sorry.
Sorceress Cassandra180: Oh, you again, is it? Well, you will just have to wait like all of the other non-existent fans of the story. You see, you are only a figment of my imagination. If I want you to dance around like a drunken monkey on crack, I get to see you do that.
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"Now go!" Memnon and Alex were left alone. She was, again, sitting in his throne with a bead between her fingers.
"Have you brought me here to cause me more pain?" She asked bitterly. Sighing, Memnon turned to look at her.
"No. I hadn't realized how much anguish I had caused you until Takmet was talking to me about how you were acting and feeling."
"You didn't realize? Have you never even watched me? Haven't you ever come into my room when I screamed myself awake? What did you think those nightmares were about, spiders?" He walked over to her and knelt on knee in front of her.
"I am sorry. I should have known." Tears came to her eyes, even with the bead rolling between her fingers. "I didn't realize your feelings. I'm not sure why I didn't see." Looking down, she watched the bead, suddenly fascinated by it.
"Ten years of animosity is not going to be solved in a day." Taking her chin in his hand, he tipped her head up to look in her eyes.
"I know. If you can ever forgive me, I can ask no more. I know that is asking a lot." Her tears finally spilled over, streaking her cheeks. Taking a deep breath, she nodded.
"Give me some time." She couldn't hold his gaze. "I will think about it and try."
"That is all I ask." He kissed her on the forehead.
Within the space of two minutes, she was sitting –alone- on the balcony. Her left arm was resting on her knee and her right arm just resting on her leg.
She just thought about what Memnon –her father- had said. Her father. That was the first time she actually referred to him as that when she was being serious.
(Okay okay, just imagine this for a minute. Like in the movies, they will show a scene with people, then it fades or cuts to the same place, but the people in different places or positions, and does that several times. That's what's happening here, while the sun begins to set so the sky is turning all cool coloured, then all the stars start coming out, also looking really cool.)
"Alex?" Takmet appotched the couch, and, consequently, her feet. She was lying on the couch with her legs hanging over the back and her head hanging upside-down over the front. "What are you doing?" Lifting her head and supporting it with one hand, she looked at him, tears in her eyes but smiling happily.
"I forgive him." Reaching over the back, he lifted her by the shoulders and pulled her to a sitting position on the back. (He was standing between her legs. Hehe.)
"You do know that the better part of the night has already passed." She leaned back to look at the moon, forcing him to hold onto her in a better way.
"True." Sitting back up, she draped her arms around his neck, and his hands moved down to her waist. He leaned in and kissed her, and she offered no resistance.
She laid her head on his shoulder, and fell asleep. Takmet had to carry her to bed. She's so peaceful when she's asleep- Takmet thought.
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"He's alive, she's with him and he's coming here. Get ready." Alex was dozing on the steps that lead up to the throne, completely stretched out.
"Alex." Takmet tapped her on the shoulder. "Alex." He shook her gently.
"What?" She said tiredly, looking up at him.
"You fell asleep."
"I don't mind. I give you both permission to continue your conversation." Shifting slightly, she put her head back down. "I hear you want to kill my last uncle. That is a very kind thing to do, and right after I forgave you for everything that you have done." Memnon sighed.
"You are the heir to my throne." She picked her head up and looked at him with confusion.
"Thank you," She said uncertainty. "I don't really want to rule anything, but alright. Takmet can do most of it, if he wants." This lit up Takmet's face.
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Next chapter.
Are we going to kill Takmet or not?
Dunno. Why don't we have the readers decide?
Oh, the non-existent ones. Ok.
They exist.
Ha, only when I'm hyper.
Oh, shut up and ask.
Alright, don't get all snarky.
Okay, to all of you figments of my imagination, chapter question:
What shall we do with Takmet?
1. Kill him, the bastard.
2. He's alive! (gestures wildly like Dr. Frankenstein)
327. Pet Semetary! (Dies, then comes back kind zombie-like) Ey! No clarifying!
2931. Reincarnation (Meaning he's fine after dying) What did I just tell you?
