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Kimmi replied to the topic Character Castle 2.5 in the forum Fantasy Writers 3 years, 8 months ago
Cathy- You’d be right about Nithel not approving. 😄——–
The man bound to Alessio put his face in his hand, muttering, “Idiot.”
Leana’s brows lowered, eyes narrowing at that. Frankly, she didn’t know why he’d called him that. And… frankly, she didn’t much care. *many thoughts, both frustrated at NoName, and wondering pity*
But then Alessio agreed… Leana did not approve, either. Her eyes filled with more sadness.
“Let’s get to the room Arsene arranged for everyone.” Crass NoName said.
And that, that was laughable. “What room?” She said under her breath, but in a firm monotone.
“Let’s just get to bed. I want to get at least a few hours of sleep.” He ignored, or didn’t hear, her. Maybe a mix of both.
It’s only midday! She bit her tongue. A bed sounded good. A place this nice should have a mattress stuffed with goose feathers… But the idea of sleeping in the same room as these… She might be able to console herself with some. But it had flags hung all over it.
Leana met Alessio’s eyes, and her heart tightened at the utter despair in them. Anger tickled at her chest, Who hurt you?
He spoke, voice gentle, and serious as anything she’d heard. His eyes still pained, kind. “If there’s anything I can do to help you, I’m completely at your service, ma’am.” He bowed.
Leana’s lips parted in shock. Why… would you do that? The rest of her face remained impassive.
Alessio jerked, crass NoName dragging him back up the hall.
Leana’s jaw dropped, eyes widening in shock. What!
“Arsene will get you a separate room and a meal!” Alessio called, voice tight.
“Wait!” She took a step after, glancing at the armoured man and the one who gave her the bag, “Sir. Stop it!” Her voice projected. She has experience with petulant boys, but it could also be false confidence. Her eyes lit as she stared at the one dragging Alessio. “Sir, who are you? Why have you bound him? What are you doing with him?” How dare you?
If he doesn’t stop, she’ll race to catch up, and just might plant herself in his path. (What good that will do, I don’t know.)
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