Author's Note: Alright, so this is more Shan's story. It's still coming along so I hope you enjoy it and I also hope it makes sense. Oh! Also for those of you who don't like to use their imaginations I have some pictures of Sandry as described by me.

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For those of you who don't know who that is, her name is Megan Corkery, she didn't make American Idol, but she's a pretty (very pretty) close portrait of what I have in mind when it comes to Sandry. I'm still looking for a good Shan.

Chapter 2

He was a very patient man. He had had to be over the past 4 years of struggle. Pershan fer Roth would be the first to admit that struggle was just the cure for his person. The dose of humility had given him a set of morals he didn't know he could posses. Yes, the struggle had been great.

Flash Back

When she had left him in her cocoon cloth, defeated and humiliated, he vowed revenge on her. It didn't help that he was banished from court and arrested like some petty commoner. In the cell his hate had festered, grew, and rot a hole through his sanity. Till one day his entire existence was based around Sandry and this hateful passion.

How dare she! He would roar and slam himself against his cage. She liked me and would have easily come to love me, of this I am sure. She wanted me just asmuch, if not more than I wanted her. I would have been a good husband to her, what more could a women ask for. His silent rambling made no sense to him anymore. Then on the eight month of his confinement he was summoned by the Empress to serve his time at Roth, due to the urgings or payment of his uncle Straton fer Roth. How or why his uncle would save the money to bail him out of his prison, made little sense to Shan. From the moment he was placed in his uncle's care, he understood exactly why. For the entire year Shan had lived his own personal hell.

Straton fer Roth was a hard, mean, strict, and proud man. He was the man responsible for Roth's survival when Shan's dad and other uncles had gambled most of it away. He was also responsible of Shan. Monthan fer Roth, Pershan's father, wanted nothing to do with his son. But Monthan had no say in the dealings of Roth, for he, like his other brothers, had gambled all those rights away. At the moment Monthan, at the bribing of Straton, is now living his life away from the main city with wife number four. The rest of Shan's Uncles are in a similar state, as well as his cousins, for they were all denied the rank of Baron or Bidis.

All except Straton, and his only son Maik, who was only five years of age. Rumor had it Straton and his family would vanish off the face of the earth from time to time. Supposedly doing travel, but everyone new that travel was too expensive for the poor Roth family. The majority of the money was going to support the gamble rehabilitated brothers and their families.

So why does he want Shan? What does Straton intend to do with his disobedient nephew? The answer was obvious to Shan.

He wanted to kill him slow, painful, and without a shred of dignity. Straton sent his nephew out into the estate to live with the people and work with the people. During this whole trial he was forbidden to tell anyone who he really was or "suffer the wrath of me," his uncle had said. Really, there was no choice in the matter. For almost a year he had to beg for food, work for very little pay, and trying to find a place to keep warm, especially when winter came.

It was during a cold winter night that he had discovered a little thing called Charity. Something he believed, especially out on the streets, to be a myth. Though it was hard for him to keep himself alive, he never quite understood that it would be even harder for people who had families to provide for.

One night, Shan was sure he was going to die from the cold and tried to find his way back to his Uncle. He was lost, weak, scared. Shan realized that he would not make it through this and cuddled into a corner of a dirty street awaiting a certain death. This is it. This was what I, Pershan fer Roth had used my life for. I've cheated, seduced, lied, begged, and now was going to die in a cold stinky wet grave. Was this what was suppose to happen? He laughed at himself, rather loudly for a dying man. I should have done more I should have been more. The things I should have done are now wasted. A thought came to him so involuntary it made him laugh a second time. Sandry. His mind said it like a prayer. I'm. It was hard, even now while he had but a moment left, to say what he knew he must. I'm sorry. The relief that swept though him was pure magic. The hole that had festered in his soul now filled with contentment. He died with a smile on his face. (A/N: Yes, he died you'll find out later)

When he woke to a baby crying and a mother's lullaby he was sure he was in the wrong sort of Heaven and began to demand another Heaven (a less noisy one). Then when he opened his eyes he saw a little face with rosy cheeks a smile that took up half the young ones face and a huge gap where the front teeth were yet to come in.

"Mama Mama! He's up! Up Mamma! Up" called the little boy to his mother who was now making her way over to him. She was a plain yet fair women round with a good amount of curves and eyes that had seen its share of heartache. Yup, this is the wrong Heaven.

"Well well, Asaia must love you young man, for it was sheer godly guidance that brought my husband to you. Asaia goddess of messengers has sent you a message this fine day young man. You best not take if for granted." She smiled as she said this, but there was real truth in her voice and a gleam in her eyes

"Moly lets not badger the poor man with your guilt speeches," a low voice murmured from the other side of the room. Then suddenly a withered mans face came into view. He had a strong face with gentle and kind eyes. His nose was long and had been broken several times. Something about this man made Shan tense with familiarity and authority.

"Uncle Straton! Wh wh what .." Shan was startled at who stood before him. He did a double check of his surrounding and could not believe that he was lying on a dirt bed in a filthy cold old home with walls starting to fall, a roof that leaked, and a fire that heated up the entire room (which happened to be the full house). He barely recognized his uncle, the change was so startling. Gone was the cold and hard demeanor as well as the clean clothes and not to mention clean body.

"What's going on!"

"Welcome! Nephew, I hope you're ready to live"

End of Flash Back

Shan couldn't help but smile at the memory of that day. True to his Uncle's word he entered a new world where he had finally learned to live.

As he approached the nicely sized cottage where he knew his prey hid, his smile turned into a determine grin. Sandry. Yes, she was his prey. He had sent her Uncle a missive saying that he was here to apologize, which was true, but he was here for an even greater purpose. One that he would rather not reveal until much later, when he had her trapped once again. This trap was going to be a completely different one then his regrettable one in Namorn. No, this would be much different. For starters, she was going to enter this trap of her own free will and once she was caught, he never giver her up.

What is this plan you ask.

Well he's going to marry her of course.

And with that thought, Shan dismounted from his horse and started towards her door.

Yay! Okay I'm sorry this chapter was all Shan background, but I'm hoping you'll find it interesting. There might be a lot of mistakes with my story, but over all I would say I did well for creating a "Find yourself setting" for Shan. I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing this!

Oh and sorry no limey stuff in this one. But you can bet I'll try to add some of Shan's hot dreams in the next one. And since were talking about an Ex- Empress lover, I'm thinking it's going to be going a bit farther then Sandry's. Review .. go go go!!