A/N-Sorry about the language in the last chapter…I was having…aggressive tendencies at the moment. I mean, really, they just killed off one of my favourite characters in a movie I just watched! I'll try to tone it down. I personally never swear, so it's way out of character for me. Anyways, here's the next chapter! And I had to watch the movie again, (Nemesis) just to get over the death. Wah!

Also, I've been compiling quotes from different places. In this chapter, I used a lot of quotes from random places. If I put it all in italics, practically the whole story would be in italics.

Disclaimer-All of the characters belong to Mrs.Pierce. Also, I don't own anything by Groove Coverage, Star Trek: First Contact or anything else I may have missed. I borrowed quotes from them.

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Kalasin opened her eyes.

But she didn't know that, as it was blackness that met her eyes.

She groaned and rolled over. Where was she? She felt the floor-dark, damp and dirty. A small window at the top of wherever she was, was the only light source, although it didn't provide much light.

She was in…a silk nightgown. Normally she would have been panicking right about now, but her head felt dizzy. She stood up. Bad idea. She lurched around the room, trying to keep her balance. The room was small, only five feet by five feet. It held nothing but her. There was a door to her left.

Kalasin sat back down, feeling strange. She should be yelling for help, or something, but instead she felt calmness. She remembered nothing.

That was when she realized she had been drugged.

She sighed. Nothing to do but wait for something to happen.

Then, all of a sudden, something did happen. The door opened, and light rushed in.

Kalasin stood.

"Is this a dream, or my reality?"

"Reality," the gruff voice said.

"Are you sure?" she said, leaning against the wall. "I don't like it."

The man stepped forward. The mass of light behind him prevented her from seeing his face, although she could tell he was not to be messed with. No annoying questions for him then.

He grabbed her arm. It was a tight grip. "Come with me," he said, through clenched teeth.

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"The line must be drawn here!" Kaddar shouted.

"Why, what do you mean, your Highness?" Lukiem said, bowing well more than normal.

Kaddar reached Lukiem in two strides. Kaddar was taller, by only an inch. He grabbed Lukiem's collar and yanked it up, so the two men could see eye to eye.

"You," Kaddar said, ready to kill, "are my most trusted advisor. That trust is quickly slipping away."

"But I have done nothing wrong! Nobility," he added as an afterthought.

If looks could kill, Lukiem would be beyond dead.

"Where did you put her?"

"Why, whom?" he said curtly.

"Kalasin! You were that last person to be reported with her, the slaves said so! She hasn't been seen for a week."

"Maybe she left, Nobility, you know how she hated it here."

Kaddar let go of Lukiem's collar; Lukiem began massaging his throat.

"She hated it here? How do you know? She was only here for a day!"

Seeing this as an opportunity, Lukiem smiled.

"Think about it, Nobility, think. She was attacked by bugs. You weren't the nicest person in the world, either. I myself must be blamed also. She has nothing left from Tortall. She probably just snuck onto one of the silk trading ships and left."

Kaddar just stared against the wall of his quarters. Was I really that rude? He thought.

"I'll write a letter to Tortall than, we need this alliance!"

Adrenaline rushed through Lukiem's body.

"No! No, that won't do any good at all! Let's just marry that princess from the Copper Isles and forget about the wench!"

Kaddar's hand went back to the collar.

"She is not a wench. Do you want to see a wench? Look in the mirror."

Kaddar secretly praised himself. He had never been good at putting other people down.

"You are dismissed."

And Lukiem walked out of the room, happy.

The plan was working.

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A/N-How was it? I'd write more, but I'm hungry. This wasn't that short, was it? I've said it before, and I'll say it again: please review!