08-20-2021, 12:37 AM
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“You get ahead of yourself, lordling,” the female Warder growled at Merdyn. Vivienne’s face hardened, but she did not even look back at the other woman. Neither did he. She was not involved in this conversation, no matter how much she stalked about at their backs. No other words came from the Warder’s mouth. Merdyn smirked at that. The silence stretched on for a heartbeat before the Aes Sedai broke it once more.
“I seek to help the people of Andor, Gilyard. That is how I will frame it. Leave the bandying of words to your betters,” Vivienne spoke cooly as she brought up a hand to pat at his cheek. She turned from him without waiting for a response and began her stately pace once more, marching through the corridor with her eyes cast ahead. Letto, the Warder, shouldered past him with a grunt. Merdyn stared after them with slitted eyes and anger bubbling up in his stomach.
How dare the woman? It was his father that they were to deal with. It was his lands – by right – that they were trying to secure. It was his very life that would be affected by these events and he was just supposed to follow along meekly without any say in the planning? It was a slap in the face.
The two woman made no motion to wait for Merdyn. They were about to turn the corner, leaving him to stew in his own frustration. Merdyn tramped down his emotions and followed after them. He would not run to catch up. He had his dignity at least. They would have to stop eventually. Hadn’t they?
Merdyn turned the corner the woman had disappeared behind and sighed happily to see that the pair had indeed stopped. They stood before a large double door, ornate carvings surrounded the thing. A pair of guards stood to either side of the entryway, seemingly oblivious to the two women that stood facing each other between them.
Vivienne and her Warder’s mouths worked furiously, but Merdyn heard nothing as the ward was still in place. Vivienne looked away from Letto and her mouth tightened. He caught up to them, straightening his coat and holding back a glare. He opened his mouth to speak, but the Aes Sedai went right over him.
“It is good that you decided to join us. The Daughter Heir has asked to speak to you before we depart,” Vivienne said to him before spinning on her heel. The two guards opened the door as she nodded to them. Vivienne and Letto went in through the door, curtsying and bowing almost immediately. Merdyn looked past them to see a young woman with red-gold, curly hair seated behind an ornate writing desk. She was the image of her mother, stunning and powerful. Another woman stood behind her, mature and beautiful, the woman’s golden hair streaked with grey.
“Oh, light,” Merdyn gulped. Vivienne had caught him completely off guard.
“I seek to help the people of Andor, Gilyard. That is how I will frame it. Leave the bandying of words to your betters,” Vivienne spoke cooly as she brought up a hand to pat at his cheek. She turned from him without waiting for a response and began her stately pace once more, marching through the corridor with her eyes cast ahead. Letto, the Warder, shouldered past him with a grunt. Merdyn stared after them with slitted eyes and anger bubbling up in his stomach.
How dare the woman? It was his father that they were to deal with. It was his lands – by right – that they were trying to secure. It was his very life that would be affected by these events and he was just supposed to follow along meekly without any say in the planning? It was a slap in the face.
The two woman made no motion to wait for Merdyn. They were about to turn the corner, leaving him to stew in his own frustration. Merdyn tramped down his emotions and followed after them. He would not run to catch up. He had his dignity at least. They would have to stop eventually. Hadn’t they?
Merdyn turned the corner the woman had disappeared behind and sighed happily to see that the pair had indeed stopped. They stood before a large double door, ornate carvings surrounded the thing. A pair of guards stood to either side of the entryway, seemingly oblivious to the two women that stood facing each other between them.
Vivienne and her Warder’s mouths worked furiously, but Merdyn heard nothing as the ward was still in place. Vivienne looked away from Letto and her mouth tightened. He caught up to them, straightening his coat and holding back a glare. He opened his mouth to speak, but the Aes Sedai went right over him.
“It is good that you decided to join us. The Daughter Heir has asked to speak to you before we depart,” Vivienne said to him before spinning on her heel. The two guards opened the door as she nodded to them. Vivienne and Letto went in through the door, curtsying and bowing almost immediately. Merdyn looked past them to see a young woman with red-gold, curly hair seated behind an ornate writing desk. She was the image of her mother, stunning and powerful. Another woman stood behind her, mature and beautiful, the woman’s golden hair streaked with grey.
“Oh, light,” Merdyn gulped. Vivienne had caught him completely off guard.
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