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Anitchka POV

I return to my room and made sure that I had close it. With a careful look around I stop short in my tracks when I saw the bags, I felt so angry,sad, and fretful, all mixed together. I felt nauseous, my stomach felt bitter, my mouth tasted metallic-like, I need a cup of wine. After serving my wine I walked toward the balcony and glanced around, everything was so silent, it all felt dead, the night gave an eerie feeling that I couldn't shudder of. So peaceful, so calm, so hollow, so...dead.

I shiver at my own thoughts, people used to call my bloody, just because I dream of deah, of hollowness, maybe I haven't change at all, maybe I'm still the same. Bellow my facade I know I am still there. That blood-lover girl, the girl who was seen destruction, despite the fact that there has not been a war ever since the fall of the riders, here in our island. It was not unusual, or so I've heard, to be scare before a wedding, an arrange wedding. No matter what they say, it is arrange, did I have a choice? Yes, but it could possible mean destruction for my dear sweet island; here everything was just perfect, no invasion fear. Just the fear to Galbatorix, I cleanched my teeth, our ports where always patrol, so all the scrying glasses. To placate his anger, we gaved him some Eldunaries that had satisfy him, that was the first time I had set foot on Alagaesia, I still remember that day.

I'm good at lying, the day that I had set foot on Alagaesia, was the first time that I saw Murtagh, he was fifteen I was say thirteen. The first thing that I saw were his eyes, a beautiful bluish/gray shade. We never talk that much just a bare hello, and farewell. That was all, and when my father started talking about Galbatorix and meeting a man, I knew whom he was refering to, I just played dumfounded. Despite the fact that I will never admit it, I am sacre of marriage. Truly sacre, I used to dream I about my wedding but as I grew up I started seeing it as the crulest way to loose your 'freedom'.

Why can't people see the world through my eyes? Specially my family, I remember that once I had made an oath , chastity oath, but not before long I broke it. So easy to fall into temptations, now I control myself I have learn.

Knowing that it wouldn't be long before I left, I climbed into my bed and fell asleep, praying for all those thought to go away.

The day will soon start, thought Murtagh and climbed out of bed, he was having trouble sleeping, ever since the Burning Plains, constantly thinking about the Varden, Eragon, Galbatorix, and Nasuada. She was beautiful, but not any longer, he had lost any interest in her ever sice he returned to the palace. But, how did he return? He had no idea, he no longer care to dwell on those memories, he yearn to forget hem, but the more he tried to get them out of his mind, the more he thought about.

After changing his clothes, he got out of his room and made his way to the dragonhold, where Thorn was sleeping. On the way he saw that the servants were already attending to their chores, when he pass them they lower their heads out of respect or of fear. He no longer care if it was fear or respect. The sun astarted to appear, he stop by a window and contemplated the sun rise. It was magnificent, how the sky turn from black to blue, a lighter shade, but not today, it was clodu, obscuring the sun. Impeding the sun to shine, probably rain was to come. Below he could see the courtyard, the royal painter was depicting the sunrise, the gardeners were tending the flowers and trees. He tried to reach for Thorn but found he was asleep. So he decided to just walk around the gardens.

When he finally arrived, he looked back at the castle, Charming he sarcastically thought. And continue his way across the flower beds. He arrived at the labyrinth, and enter it. He had nothing else to do until Galbatorix wake up; the maze was a piece of art, the bushes were cut out skillfully, and it gave some turns and twisted in awkward way that it was evident that magic helped it. Some apple tress where planted here and there, he grabbed an apple and continued walking, he knew the way, when he was a kid he used to play here with Tornac. So he knew the way out by heart.

He liked to walk around it when he had to much to ponder on, or when he brooded, he hated to brood, so he walked to clear up his mind. "I see you are awake Murtagh," a voice call from behind him. He turned around and saw Galbatorix, "MY king," he said and bow. "Could it be know what are you doing awake at the wee hours?" he asked and stared to walk toward the place. "I woke up early so I decided to take a walk around," he said as he walk behind the king. "Get closer," the ing order, when he was by his side the king continue his peaking, "As you may know, the woman you are to be wed is call Anitchka. She would be getting here in a week or so."

"Yes, I'm aware of it," Murtagh answer. The king just nod, before he was to ask his question the king resumed his speaking, "You know, or I guessed you know why I'm doing this, when she gets here make her feel comfortable. You don't want to screw this up." he stopped and look at him, "If you mess this up." the unspoke consequence was quiet clear. "Am I clear the king asked?" Murtagh nod, "Crystal clear."

"Very well," he continue walking, he turned around, "Before I forget you are know incharge on reporting whatever the Varden do, you will recieve this information from our spies through the mirror on your room, and report it to me. That's all," he said and continue his walking, "You are discharge for the rest of the dya," he said when he was two feet ahead of him. Murtagh took another direction, "Discharge," he said as he walked across the hall, "Nothing, that's all I do,"he walked to the blaksmith, they had already started to work, he saw a small fat man giving directions to his trainees, "Good morning Volikor," Murtagh said as he got closer. Volikor looked at him and then nod, "What do you need?" always straight to the point. "I need some silver and iron," he said and looked around the room. "Wait here I'll go and get it."

Murtagh continue looking around little by little the workers arrived, they were all wearing shirts with the sleeves cut open, their arms were truly muscular, Murtagh looked at them with a blank face, which creep them a little. He was pale, his eyes were one of his most striking feature, the blacksmith couldn't help but stare at the rider from the corner of their eyes, they remember when he had arrived, He was muscula, not that much as them, but of a well biult, his skin tan from the sun. And now they saw a pale-slander man. But lookouts are deceiving, thought Murtagh, true he was slender, but he was still strong, and continue to look human, like some riders he was not affected by his dragon.

Volikor returned and told him that the materials will be sent to his room by mid afternoon. He nodded and left, Thorn, are you awake yet?

After some minutes his dragon responded with an impatient voice, You know not everyone are early waking like you.

I know, just checking you up.

Well you did, and I'm fine. he said as he stretched, Just let me rest one moe hour. Go eat breakfast you are horribly thin.

No, I am not 'horrible thin' besides I don't feel hungry.

Agh, you think you are not feeling hungry, but you are I can feel it across our link. Stop killing yourself through starvation.

I'm not starving, I just don't eat breakfast.

You need it. Now shut up let me sleep, and you go get something to eat. Okey?

Yes mom, Murtagh said and felt that Thorn closed their link.

He walked toward the kitchen and sat on the far end, after some minutes, the hall filled up with some noble people and their kids, ordering food and chating. Murtagh didn't felt excluded he was use to it, he turned his head to the side and saw some young noble girls dress in green that were looking at him murmuring into eac others ear and gigling. The one with red hair notice that he was looking at them, se turned and giggle into her friends ear and tried to waved at him.

They abruptly stood up and left gigling, casting one last glance at him, Women, thought Murtagh. He grabbed a piece of bread and left the eating hall, he passed the girls who continue to look at him. He tried to pay them no attention. But they are nice, he thought as he ascended the stairs, he went to the rooftop, no one like to go in their. Due to the fact that it was to high and difficult to reach, he liked it up there. Very peaceful.

Just a week until I meet you.

Thanks a lot to Nimbus MM