If Someone Helped: Chapter 5
I don't own BMT or its characters.
AN: I've skipped the story forward a week because I'm not sure what to do with Osen at the moment but I'll come back to it. Just thought I'd mention it so that no one is confused.
One week later.
I walk into Lorlen's room in the Healing Quarters and sit down on the bed. He smiles at me and I smile back. I'm so glad he's back.
It's boiling outside today and it's so stuffy in here. Lorlen should be discharged soon but Vinara seems in want to keep him here as long as possible. She probably thinks that I'm such a bad influence on him that I'll convince him to do something stupid. Not that I've ever done that before. But today I'm planning to get him out of here.
"Akkarin and Sonea are going to visit his parents today," I say.
"That's nice for them," he replies. I sigh. He's going to be difficult then!
"Akkarin invited us both."
"It's a shame we can't go."
"Why not?"
"Vinara said that any extreme exercise could be disastrous for my heart."
"But you won't be doing any extreme exercise. We'll go there in a carriage, Akkarin's mother will fuss over you, getting you sat down sipping a cup of sumi." He chuckles as he stands up. I've missed his laugh.
"It seems you've made your mind up and now you just have to drag me there."
"Well I was hoping you'd come willing. If I had to drag you we might not get very far before getting caught."
"So how are we going to get out of here?" I smile and glance at the timepiece. It's almost time.
"In about 10 seconds a novice is going to throw a stone through the window at the entrance."
"What?!" We hear a smash of glass breaking.
"I estimate with have roughly less than a minute to get out, you coming?"
"Let's go." We slip out of the room and along the corridor undetected. I open a side door leading out onto the the path leading towards the Guild gates.
"Have you got any news for me?" Lorlen asks.
"Well..." I think. "Last time I was in the night room I overheard a conversation between a large group of magicians including a few heads of disciplines. They seemed to think that with the place of High Lord open, you'd be taking over for Akkarin and Osen would be Administator." I glance at him as he takes this in. "Would you consider the position?" I ask. He frowns slightly,
"I don't know Cloe, I suppose I would." Now it's my turn to frown.
"You suppose?" He sighs.
"It's just that a lot of responsibility and respect is needed to be the High Lord."
"Which are two things that you can most definitely handle. You'll have less paperwork to do as High Lord and it's just a load of meetings with the King. As for respect, Lorlen, people look up to you! You're efficient, hard-working, always listen to every input (even the not so enjoyable ones!) and you're kind and always try and sort everything out for everyone so much that you're never in your own quarters except for the few hours of sleep you get which in my opinion is not enough and..."
"Alright!" He interrupts, laughing. I smile at him.
"If what's stopping you from becoming High Lord is your self doubt then you're being unusually stupid."
"Then I'll send a message to the King saying I accept." I stop and turn to him.
"He asked you!" He nods.
"Yesterday." I smirk at him.
"I guess from now on I'll have to call you High Lord then." He smiles, shaking his head.
"Well, I bet that'll be as much as an amusement to you as it was calling me 'Administator' all those years." I loop arms with him as we continue down the path.
"I'm sure it will, High Lord."
AN: This took so long to finish! I've had barely any time to write. It's a bit short. I'll try and do more when I can.