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7.
Thayer glanced down at the Princess, who was sleeping on his bed. She looked peaceful while asleep; the worries of the waking world not etched upon her brow.
"Thayer," Lohengrin said softly. "Thayer, the Prince Corbin of Syrlan is here. He wishes to buy our services. I told him we could make no decision unless we are all together." Lohengrin took Thayer's arm and led him away from the bed. "Come."
Thayer walked with Lohengrin, composing himself. He slipped a smile into place, and ran a hand through his short hair.
"Greetings, Prince Corbin. I bid you welcome." Thayer held out his hand for the Prince to shake. Corbin stared at it, as if he did not know what it was for. "Shake my hand, Prince," Thayer said calmly.
Dubiously, the Prince shook the mercenary's hand.
"Mercenary, I wish to buy your services. I need you to help me fight in the war with Lamar. Our troops are being overwhelmed by the hordes that Lamar sends out. Syrlan needs your help!" Corbin's hands were squeezing Thayer's arms tightly, showing clearly his distress.
"How much do you pay?" Thayer got to the point quickly.
"Two-hundred silver nobles per battle; bonuses if we win the battle." Corbin became distant and curt.
"Come back in a week and we will tell you whether we will help you or not." Thayer turned and started to walk away.
"No, we don't have that much time! Syrlan will be defeated by that time! Please, help us! You must, if you care about anything." Thayer turned and saw the wild look in Corbin's eyes and he was reminded of himself before he was one of the Kalid-Na'in.
He had pled with Her the same way that Corbin was pleading with him now.
Gruffly, he pushed the memory aside and sighed. "We will help you, Prince Corbin."
"Oh thank you." Corbin smiled wanly and bowed to the three men. He turned to go, but he stopped when he heard a feminine voice call out imperiously.
Mirian awoke and couldn't remember where she was at first. Her mind whirled as she tried to understand why she was not in her own bedroom. As the last fogs of sleep cleared from her mind, she remembered.
"Hello?" She called, quietly at first. Then louder, and more demanding, "Is anyone there?"
She got out of the hard bed and straightened her dress. Trembling, she brushed a strand of dark hair out of her face. Mirian found the door and walked out of the little room that she was in.
"Oh." She said softly as Thayer glared at her. A young man with brown hair stared openly at her. The one called Lohengrin rolled his eyes and rested his forehead on his hand. The other man just grinned.
Corbin had never seen a more beautiful woman in all his life. Her beautiful eyes looked around in terror. He stared at her in amazement, his mouth hanging open slightly.
"Princess Mirian," Thayer said caustically, "What are you doing out here?"
"I-I want to go home," the beautiful girl said and then burst into tears.
Corbin rushed to her side, wanting to comfort her. He put one hand on her back, in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. "Hush now, don't cry." Over her shoulder, he glared at the Three mercenaries. "I cannot believe that you would kidnap a Princess! I refuse to make a bargain with you."
Thayer shrugged; his country wasn't the one on the verge of defeat. "If that is what you want. If you refuse to make a deal with us, then you must leave."
Corbin's mouth opened and closed, like a fish, as he realized what he had done.
"Lohengrin, Garrod, please, escort Prince Corbin back to the edge of our territory. I will attend to- matters- here."
Lohengrin and Garrod easily picked up the Prince, and his things, and dragged him away. Thayer slowly walked over to Mirian and stood over her.
For a long time, he just listened to her sobs.
"Mirian," he said softly, as he bent down to kneel next to her. His hand gently held her thin arm.
"Get off of me!" She screamed at him. "You killed my father, and kidnapped me, and-and-and," Her hysterics included hiccups, and every few words were interrupted. "You are a horrible," hiccup, "person! I hate," hiccup, "you! Just take me," hiccup, "home! Now!" Mirian glared at him through her tears, her body shaken by violent hiccups every few seconds.
Her anger dissipated as quickly as it had come, and soon she was crumpled on the floor, crying freely.
"Oh, Princess," Thayer said softly, slightly disturbed by her inaccurate accusations. Gently, he picked her up like a little child and rocked her back and forth.
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-A/N- I lied! One more really short chapter, and then a nice long one! I promise! I have it, it's just a metter of having it betaed and then posting so...
remember to pick your favorite title! Please!!! :o)
1. Shattered Decorum.
2. Ceremonial Swords
3. A King's Promise
4. Broken Promise
5. A Deadly Promise
6. Other...you supply...
Please, tell me what you like. I really want a different title.
I would aslo like to thank my reviewer...:o)
::Kates: Thayer does need to learn...lol!
Hmm...I realized today that i didn't post the last chapter when i thought I had. oops. Well, you can take two in one day...:o)
EvenSong
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7.
Thayer glanced down at the Princess, who was sleeping on his bed. She looked peaceful while asleep; the worries of the waking world not etched upon her brow.
"Thayer," Lohengrin said softly. "Thayer, the Prince Corbin of Syrlan is here. He wishes to buy our services. I told him we could make no decision unless we are all together." Lohengrin took Thayer's arm and led him away from the bed. "Come."
Thayer walked with Lohengrin, composing himself. He slipped a smile into place, and ran a hand through his short hair.
"Greetings, Prince Corbin. I bid you welcome." Thayer held out his hand for the Prince to shake. Corbin stared at it, as if he did not know what it was for. "Shake my hand, Prince," Thayer said calmly.
Dubiously, the Prince shook the mercenary's hand.
"Mercenary, I wish to buy your services. I need you to help me fight in the war with Lamar. Our troops are being overwhelmed by the hordes that Lamar sends out. Syrlan needs your help!" Corbin's hands were squeezing Thayer's arms tightly, showing clearly his distress.
"How much do you pay?" Thayer got to the point quickly.
"Two-hundred silver nobles per battle; bonuses if we win the battle." Corbin became distant and curt.
"Come back in a week and we will tell you whether we will help you or not." Thayer turned and started to walk away.
"No, we don't have that much time! Syrlan will be defeated by that time! Please, help us! You must, if you care about anything." Thayer turned and saw the wild look in Corbin's eyes and he was reminded of himself before he was one of the Kalid-Na'in.
He had pled with Her the same way that Corbin was pleading with him now.
Gruffly, he pushed the memory aside and sighed. "We will help you, Prince Corbin."
"Oh thank you." Corbin smiled wanly and bowed to the three men. He turned to go, but he stopped when he heard a feminine voice call out imperiously.
Mirian awoke and couldn't remember where she was at first. Her mind whirled as she tried to understand why she was not in her own bedroom. As the last fogs of sleep cleared from her mind, she remembered.
"Hello?" She called, quietly at first. Then louder, and more demanding, "Is anyone there?"
She got out of the hard bed and straightened her dress. Trembling, she brushed a strand of dark hair out of her face. Mirian found the door and walked out of the little room that she was in.
"Oh." She said softly as Thayer glared at her. A young man with brown hair stared openly at her. The one called Lohengrin rolled his eyes and rested his forehead on his hand. The other man just grinned.
Corbin had never seen a more beautiful woman in all his life. Her beautiful eyes looked around in terror. He stared at her in amazement, his mouth hanging open slightly.
"Princess Mirian," Thayer said caustically, "What are you doing out here?"
"I-I want to go home," the beautiful girl said and then burst into tears.
Corbin rushed to her side, wanting to comfort her. He put one hand on her back, in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. "Hush now, don't cry." Over her shoulder, he glared at the Three mercenaries. "I cannot believe that you would kidnap a Princess! I refuse to make a bargain with you."
Thayer shrugged; his country wasn't the one on the verge of defeat. "If that is what you want. If you refuse to make a deal with us, then you must leave."
Corbin's mouth opened and closed, like a fish, as he realized what he had done.
"Lohengrin, Garrod, please, escort Prince Corbin back to the edge of our territory. I will attend to- matters- here."
Lohengrin and Garrod easily picked up the Prince, and his things, and dragged him away. Thayer slowly walked over to Mirian and stood over her.
For a long time, he just listened to her sobs.
"Mirian," he said softly, as he bent down to kneel next to her. His hand gently held her thin arm.
"Get off of me!" She screamed at him. "You killed my father, and kidnapped me, and-and-and," Her hysterics included hiccups, and every few words were interrupted. "You are a horrible," hiccup, "person! I hate," hiccup, "you! Just take me," hiccup, "home! Now!" Mirian glared at him through her tears, her body shaken by violent hiccups every few seconds.
Her anger dissipated as quickly as it had come, and soon she was crumpled on the floor, crying freely.
"Oh, Princess," Thayer said softly, slightly disturbed by her inaccurate accusations. Gently, he picked her up like a little child and rocked her back and forth.
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-A/N- I lied! One more really short chapter, and then a nice long one! I promise! I have it, it's just a metter of having it betaed and then posting so...
remember to pick your favorite title! Please!!! :o)
1. Shattered Decorum.
2. Ceremonial Swords
3. A King's Promise
4. Broken Promise
5. A Deadly Promise
6. Other...you supply...
Please, tell me what you like. I really want a different title.
I would aslo like to thank my reviewer...:o)
::Kates: Thayer does need to learn...lol!
Hmm...I realized today that i didn't post the last chapter when i thought I had. oops. Well, you can take two in one day...:o)
EvenSong