Disclaimer: Again. I own nothing.
RampantLioness: Da? Is that even English? Please use proper grammar and English. Not important? What the duck? He's like, what is keeping her from committing suicide. Be nice, Tris. Oh, whatever. I have to admit, it is better conflict, but that can be achieved by reincarnating him. Just do it after Balthazar leaves.
Okay then. Please take no offence with Tris, she can get rather snarky. Just ignore her or laugh at her, she will start laughing too.
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"He left his bow behind." Takmet attempted to bend her uncle's bow, unsuccessfully. The women sitting around him giggled.
"That's not how to impress a lady, Takmet." Alex put an emphasis on the word lady, making sure he knew she was referring to one, and not a whole harem. He looked at her, amused and ready to play her little game.
"And just how, exactly, would be the right way to impress a lady?" Giving him an impish smile, she shifted to lean against him.
"Tenderness, kindness," His hand moved to her knee, and slowly started to move upwards. "It's in his kiss." They both lean in and kissed. After parting, she was smiling, but it wasn't convincing.
"She doesn't appreciate you enough, Prince Takmet. She isn't even happy to be sitting with you." One of them said. Alex turned a death glare on her.
"What would you know about our relationship? You have no idea how much I appreciate him." She paused to look at the others. "Harlots." Settling back into Takmet's arms, she cast them one more icy glare before sighing and picking up a bit of food.
"You spoiled little brat of a princess," It was never a good idea to piss off Alex, but this was especially bad timing. The food dropped from her fingers.
"What," Alex stood up and glared at her. "did you call me?" Her voice was almost a growl, her fists clenched, knuckles turning white.
"Alex," Takmet tried.
"A spoiled brat." She sneered.
Alex leaped into action, literally. In a single jump, she was able to clear the table and knock the woman down to the floor on her back, with Alex on top, raining down punches. The woman barely had time to let out a shriek before the pounding started.
"I will not accept your condescending tone!"
"Alex!" Takmet grabbed her fist to stop her. "Take your rage out one something else." Alex was still staring at the woman's face. It was already starting to turn shades of purple, and there was a cut on her lip. "Alex," Sighing, she looked at him. "leave her alone." She could tell that he didn't really care about the woman, but more under the impression that she wasn't worth the effort.
Standing, he let go of her fist. She walked back to the other side of the table and sat, ignoring the women fussing over the one she beat the crap out of. Takmet sat by her side, putting an arm about her shoulders and rubbed slowly. Her head fell to his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut.
"My Lord," Everyone went silent and looked at Cassandra. Alex smiled a bit, though sadly. "I am here at your request. She began to walk towards Memnon. "Pardon my absence, I… was not well."
Alex laid her head back on Takmet's shoulder, and he kissed the top of her head, sending the harem ladies a superior look.
"The feast is over." Alex looked to her father. He had dismissed Cassandra, and then apparently stabbed one of his men in the gut. "To bed, men, for tomorrow we conquer."
Takmet stood, and with Alex right beside him, walked over to Memnon.
"Fortify the palace guard." Memnon whispered.
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He took her hand and helped her up onto his horse behind him, then started off at an easy trot. Her arms were wrapped around his waist, head leaning on his back.
"You know I don't like you being here with me. It's dangerous."
"If I can't be out here, you can't be out here. That's my uncle out there." Little did she know that a very similar conversation had just taken place not that far away.
"Seal the gates, seal all the gates."
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There was the ringing of metal on metal, and they headed that way.
They leaped over a broken market stall, and could see a large fight happening. One Amazon woman rolled out of the way just in time to avoid being trampled. Up the steps they went, and through a broken window.
She saw it coming, and slipped off the back of the horse. She tried to call out a warning, but her voice didn't seem to be working. Balthazar grabbed Takmet's spear, throwing him to the ground. Before he could get up, there was a foot on his chest and a spear tip at his neck.
Things seemed to move in slow motion. She tried to get up and run over, to stop this from happening, but it felt as if she was under water, the currents keeping her away. Then she heard a distant scream as the point plunged into his neck, and everything returned to normal speed.
"Takmet," She grabbed his hand in both of hers, kneeling next to him. "Takmet, no, no."
"I… love you." He managed to get out, blood coming out of him mouth.
"No," Tears were trying to escape from her eyes, but she wouldn't let them. "Takmet, no, please, no." His eyes closed for the last time, and she started to sob. "No," She laid her head on his still chest. "No…"
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Oo, very angsty chapter.
