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Aidan, An, Blaise
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Date Posted: 20:41:20 07/27/03 Sun
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Frederick
's message, "Re: Story" on 21:02:40 07/26/03 Sat
Aidan nodded briskly and followed Fred out with a quick nod to those still occupying the room.
An was blushing as strongly as Blaise was scowling. The girl wandered dazedly to a chair and sat. Silence filled the room and thoughts began to fill her head. So much had happened in the last few hours. "Mother and Father are dead," she thought to herself. "They're gone. They won't come back. I can accept that. I have to. But that means Aidan is... Aidan can't govern Cafall! He’s only…” She stopped herself. “I guess we’ve both grown up quite a bit.” She bit her lip, and fingers uncosciously brushed the spot on her hand where Frederick had kissed it. “Not that Sir Frederick actually cares for me that way. Not sir. Just Frederick. He said to call him- Stop! Just stop. He’s a great man, and a knight, and you’re just a silly little girl from a province that few have heard of and fewer care about. And then there’s Blaise. He seems so angry, but I’m sure it’s just a front. His eyes give him away every now and then. Underneath, I’m sure there’s a good, kind man. I’d stake Cafall on it. He has a good heart. You mustn’t think like that, either!” she scolded herself. “Honestly. In Rhonde for a few hours and you’re swooning over two men whom you know little about, and who couldn’t care less about you! What would Mother say?! But Mother’s gone…”
Blaise paced the parlor uneasily. It was a confusing day, Very confusing. “How did I get involved in this?” There was only one answer, although he didn’t want to acknowledge it. “An.” He allowed himself a quick glance at her where she sat. He felt the smile that crept to his lips, and a part of him berated himself. But a part of him wanted to keep on smiling. “Stop that! She’s still a human being. She’s still a woman. She’s still greedy and wicked and spiteful underneath, just like everyone else. But she seems so good, so innocent… pure, untainted, untouched by the madness of the world. Von Braun doesn’t deserve her. No one deserves her. I don’t deser- that hardly matters! I don’t care for her. Do I? Damn. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.” His mind was quiet for a few moments as things settled in. “Poor dear. Family gone, except for that brother of hers, who’s barely a man himself. Thrown into this mess. Von Braun taking every chance he gets to cozy up to her – and she doesn’t seem to realize it. I don’t deserve her. But I need to know she’ll be all right.” He kept pacing. Whatever happened, he’d have to stick around. For a while at least.
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