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Date Posted: 20:59:53 07/27/03 Sun
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Aidan, An, Blaise
's message, "Re: Story" on 20:41:20 07/27/03 Sun
Frederick followed the long corridor towards the thrown room, flanked closely by Aidan of Cafall. The boy was quite calculating, he could tell. He shrugged, and made sure the parcel at his side was quite secure. It was to be delivered to the king, as per his father's orders. The temptation to see what it was was great, but there would be a time and a place for that, if necessary. He looked over to aidan again, and smiled. Just WHERE had he been in that fight earlier? Ah well. His sister had saved him after all, and that sort of redeemed the man. Not to mention that his sister was quite an extraordinary woman, to boot. Beautiful, and from a good noble house... But it was unlikely that he ever stood the proverbial snowball's chance on a hot day. Still though, it would be worth it to try. The poor girl though.. Both of her parents earlier today. Frederick scolded himself mentally as he walked, for having forgotten the fact. He kept marching on down the hall, until he had arrived at a set of great double-doors. A pair of pikemen in ceremonial armor stood, barring his path with crossed pikes. He looked to Aidan and nodded. "I am the Baron Frederick von Braun, and this is the good Lord Aidan of Cafall. We seek an audience with his Majesty, the King."
As he had finished speaking, Sir Svenson appeared, pushing aside one of the doors, and the pikemen uncrossed their weapons. Aidan and Frederick entered the immense throne room, where they saw the king of Pliartha sitting upon his magnificent throne.
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