A/N: 'Nother one.
Threwen glared at Rannyn from over the rim of her mug. Stupid tea. It didn't even taste that good. Actually it was stupid Threwen, since it was her own fault for not following orders. She knew the consequences of not following orders.
Then why did you do that? she asked herself. You know what happens and yet you said something you knew you'd regret. The dark riders are not people to be trifled with. You've encountered them before. She sighed.
Rannyn watched her carefully. Threwen didn't like being under eyes like that. It made her uncomfortable for many different reasons. Those eyes made her feel like her secrets were written all over her face. Of course she knew this wasn't true. She was very good at hiding secrets. She had been doing so for a long time.
It also made her uncomfortable about her appearance. She was suddenly aware of the huge bruise on her face, not to mention her tossled blonde hair. She discreetly ran her fingers through her hair, pretending like it was a nervous habit or subconscious thing.
Rannyn cleared his throat, interrupting her thoughts. "Threwen…" he started.
"What?" she demanded, having been put in a foul mood. She hated being conscious of her appearance…
"What exactly were you doing out there?" he asked, looking her straight in the eye.
She cringed. She knew he was going to ask that sooner or later. "I was just taking a trip. Fresh air, you know."
This was true. She had gone out for some fresh air. He hadn't asked her what had caused her to end up on the ground unconscious. Therefore she didn't tell him. Not that she would even if he asked…
He sighed, obviously frustrated with her. "Then how did you end up on the ground unconscious?"
Oh bother!
She had to think about that one. "I told you, my horse reared."
"Well something must've scared her."
"Yep."
Rannyn ran a hand through his blonde hair. He finally stood up and said, "I've been gone long enough. The Riders should be getting back soon." He put on his cloak and walked out, glancing back at her when he reached the door.
"Be sure to take it easy, alright?" he said.
"Sure."
Glad he was gone, Threwen shut the door and leaned against it heavily. What a trying day. She hadn't planned on so many people being aware of her existence, especially someone as high up as a Rider of the Riddermark. This could be bad.
But maybe it's not that bad. I could use it to my gain.
The more she thought of it the more she was glad this had happened. She now had an advantage and she was now able to formulate a plan. She could now carry out her orders.
End Note: Sorry it's so short. I just came to an ending point. Please review.