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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Apr 18, 2008 20:09:05 GMT -5
I guess I couldn't have been too surprised. I sighed again, though a sort of hapless smile hinted on my face. "I suppose so." I looked at her now, admittedly more intently. "What are your plans though, now that you've seen me?"
It seems I couldn't stop myself from being so callous. Gods, why August Mirielle, why?!
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 18, 2008 20:22:17 GMT -5
I raised my brows as I looked at him, a touch incredulous. "I have no plans - should I?"
I paused, my breath catching before I spoke again. "Theres rumor you plan on taking the duchy from August." My voice dropped to a whisper, and I had to force myself to ask. "Is that true?"
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Apr 18, 2008 21:20:51 GMT -5
I looked at her for the longest time, not saying anything. A rumor. Covering his bases I see.
"He would be that paranoid, as he should be..." I started. But I shifted the conversation. "You know August hasn't been to Azzalle in quite some time. I find it hard to believe that he's still up on current affairs with any sort of gravity."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 19, 2008 10:41:18 GMT -5
I looked at him as he finished speaking, having completely and utterly stepped around my question. "Is it true, Sabriel?"
If I would allow transgressions before, I wouldn't let him dodge this. Not this, the province where my estate lay, and where he knew my loyalty was to the man who was courting me. If things went sour... I couldn't help but worry that if something happened to August, what would happen to me, or my estate. I didn't know what Sabriel would do anymore, and it terrified me.
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Apr 19, 2008 14:28:19 GMT -5
I looked at her sternly. "Mirielle, how would I take the duchy from him. It was given to him by...birth right, you know that." That little thought always irritated me. Because he was first from the room, he was somehow better than me.
"I'm just saying he's not fulfilling his duties as best he might. Besides," I pointed out, "If anything out of the ordinary happened to him, who's the first person they'd suspect. If I didn't think August loved his station enough, I wouldn't be surprised if he'd fake his own death just to have me arrested."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 19, 2008 14:42:03 GMT -5
I sighed, the only indication to my rising irritants. The hurt still bubbled below the surface, but my pride was beginning to stiffen, making my spine a little straighter. "Let me amend. I heard rumor you are planning on attempting to take the duchy from August. Challenging him to the right to rule. Is that false?"
Gods I hoped not, I prayed not, but if it was I wanted to know. I loved both of them, even if Sabriel didn't believe it after I told him of August and I. But I loved him, too, and I'd never be the same if something happened to either of them.
I closed my eyes. Right then, all I wanted was for someone to hold me.
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Apr 19, 2008 20:06:32 GMT -5
"Yes." I responded. It wasn't a complete telling of the truth, but I didn't want to Mirielle. No doubt she would be broken up by declared infighting. If their was one thing I had left, it was that I had time. Endless amounts of time for August to slip up. I won't take any power from him. I'd be better off having someone else do that, and if I benefit, so be it.
It was a sad story now though. I looked at Mirielle as a somewhat stranger. I wish I knew how I could reconnect, but...I just sighed looking at her after yet another long silence.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 22, 2008 22:48:20 GMT -5
I sighed as I looked at him, feeling a tangle of emotions rising in me that I didn't know how to separate. Gods! Elua, Naamah, lend me your hearts and minds, touch Augustin and Sabriel, please, please, and mend the rift between them.
It was I this time that bent and laid my head down, unable to look at him. The brother I mourned and cried for was back again, fighting against the brother I loved and would marry. He was back, and set to try to take the duchy from August.
Suddenly I felt tired and worn. Sabriel didn't trust me or he wouldn't have dodged answering what I truly asked. He looked at me as if I hurt him, as if he were defeated, but I knew he wasn't... for all he'd been away, I still knew him.
I didn't answer him. I sat up, remembering who I was, and where I was, and looked away from him, the jumble of emotions in me beginning to cut deeply. I'd only just found him, and already he was slipping away again. And this time, I didn't think there would be a coming back.
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Apr 22, 2008 23:36:24 GMT -5
"I did, do miss you Mirielle, I'm sorry." It came out muttered and sorrowful, but I said it. It seemed it was all I could say. I didn't know what to do now. She was an old friend; she was the women to my rival brother. She still loved me; she can't trust me. It killed me. So close, yet so far away.
We sat their both becoming aware of the gap between us. "Not the best reunion in the history of Reunions is it?" I said in bittersweet tones, a half-masked chuckle and sigh together.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 23, 2008 15:20:21 GMT -5
He spoke and I listened, hearing the weariness in his voice, the disappointment and sadness. I looked at him then, my hazel eyes moving across the weathered planes of his face, trying to figure him out, to see who he was, to know him. Pride ran through both of us like sticks that kept our spines straight, not allowing us to bend for fear of breaking completely. I wanted to hug him again, wanted to feel him hug me, but I didn't want to have to initiate it. It killed me, because I didn't think he would, and why should he?
I drew a breath, looking at the other people in the room, then back at Sabriels face again. Sabriel. Even his name brought a distant pain, one that was already beginning to mend, knowing he was alright, not dead, not broken. Knowing too that he wasn't trying to take Augusts duchy meant a great deal to me, even though I wasn't positive he was simply lying to me.
"I missed you too Sabby," I said softly, calling back on the childhood name I'd adopted to tease him with. "Can we go somewhere, or take a walk? All these eyes... We've been rather loud."
That brought a blush to my cheeks and the echo of a smile to my mouth, but I looked at him anyway, ignoring the rising warmth of my face.
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Apr 24, 2008 17:22:21 GMT -5
I kind of coughed out a laugh. I'd completely forgotten that we were in the tavern. I got up, though I didn't offer my hand to help her, not just yet. "Sure." was all I said. I did take note of some of the eyes surrounding us. Some had very inquisitive ones they tried to hide as I met theirs. blasted eavesdroppers, they must be hard up for entertainment. I sighed shaking my head as I made my way to it.
I felt very out of it, trying to determine what to say though.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 25, 2008 12:43:27 GMT -5
He rose and merely stood, looking around the tavern. Standing, I smoothed my skirts out, the blush deepening a little more as I knew my eyes likely still looked as if I'd been crying.
"A walk?" I asked quietly, turning my back to the others in the inn and looking at Sabriel.
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Apr 25, 2008 16:07:25 GMT -5
I nodded in agreement. We step outside, and I took the time to take in a large breath, calming any nerves and heated blood; of much there was to go around.
I decided, a bit sourly, to remain close to her side, though I offered no arm or hand. I highly doubted she would take it anyways.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 25, 2008 21:34:56 GMT -5
I was disappointed that he abandoned all courtesies of offering me his arm, and confused that he moved closely beside me instead of keeping a distance. I looked up at him as we walked, trying to gauge him and his thoughts, all the while feeling the silence grow. I swore, for all the din of the streets, the silence was the most deafening part of it.
"Are you upset with me, Sabriel?" I asked at last, then immediately regretted it. Of course he is, Mirielle. You're marrying his rival, his brother. I blushed and dropped my gaze to the ground infront of us again, trying to gather my thoughts.
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Apr 25, 2008 23:52:29 GMT -5
I heard her ask the question, confused. Eyeing her from the side, I see she quickly realized her own oddity in asking it. I shook my head, walking a bit more in silence, hands stuffed in pockets, unable to think of doing anything else.
"Not completely." I said honestly. In the end, this wasn't her fault, even if she did complicate things.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 27, 2008 10:31:53 GMT -5
I sighed and let it go, knowing one of two things would happen if we continued on with that course of conversation: I'd get angry, or I'd get upset... and I didn't want either. I wanted to laugh and to enjoy Sabriel again, to rejoice in seeing him once more.
Catching my lip between my teeth, I kept my chin parallel to the ground and walked without comment, watching the citizens of the City move about their daily activities.
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Apr 27, 2008 22:47:18 GMT -5
It seems we were both thinking along the same lines. We truely didn't want to fight; but it seems we didn't have much else to talk about. We weren't like peasents, who could debate for hours the simple trifiles of daily living. And we weren't in political standing enough to wonder about the future of the nation. We lived in a weird limbo of social importance.
"You ever get jealous of townsfolk. They work hard, but they know all their worries lie ahead of them, and meet them head on." I remarked.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 28, 2008 17:02:11 GMT -5
I smiled softly, his direction of conversation letting me focus on other things rather than everything that had gone wrong. "All the time," I said, my smile coming back to my face some as I watched a curly blond headed little girl scamper by, holding a ragdoll. "Do you wish we all had been born peasants, Sabriel? Just laughing and running around the streets, not worrying about duchys and titles."
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Apr 28, 2008 17:08:49 GMT -5
I smirked at the thought. "Once or twice, yes." I answered. Perhaps it wasn't completely off topic, but did allow us to think about our situation without getting to attached to everything. "I wouldn't mind spending my days herding horses around a pasture. I got to see such a ranch when I was in Aragonia." I smiled at a somewhat retrospective brightspot during my exile.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 28, 2008 20:03:51 GMT -5
"You did," I said, looking up at him with a broadening smile. "Was it for horses, or cattle? I hear their equines are unmatched and very beautiful."
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Apr 28, 2008 23:22:47 GMT -5
"Horses." I responded. "And they are up to their reputation. Powerful beasts, and graceful on an open meadow." I chuckled a little at a thought. "Actually, it was funny, I went their after...a number of years," I felt a tinge of sorrow. "And I found myself helping with the ranch, so I got to feed, clean, and raise a couple. It was quite an experience.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 29, 2008 12:10:45 GMT -5
"Really," I responded with a grin. "I'm entirely jealous of you now. Did you get to name them as well?"
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Apr 29, 2008 12:24:23 GMT -5
"No, not that involved, I'd say. Strictly care-taking. I think the one though that I was assigned to the most was named Isabelle though." I remarked. I couldn't help but feel a little better. Mirielle's innocence could be infectious at times.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 29, 2008 12:34:11 GMT -5
"A very pretty name," I remarked as we walked. The sun was high and warm on my shoulders, and it helped wash away any darker feelings that had come about inside the White Hart. Sabriel, too, seemed more relaxed, and secretly I reveled in it. "Some day I'd love to travel to Aragonia, and see things such as you have. Some day."
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Apr 29, 2008 18:38:26 GMT -5
"Well, perhaps not exactly I have." I corrected her just slightly. "But the place has it's moments." We walked in more silence, a dry heat pervading the air. So much so, that I felt a little stuffy, even more than when couped inside. I removed the outer vest I was wearing, trying to cool off.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 29, 2008 22:32:42 GMT -5
I looked up at him wryly as he corrected me, though I held my thoughts and refrained from commenting. "Was there anything in particular you would go back for?" I asked, blushing a little and looking away again as he removed his vest, keeping those thoughts, too, to myself.
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Apr 29, 2008 22:51:42 GMT -5
I threw cloth over my shoulder, looking slightly up toward the sky. "I don't know. Perhaps the food. It was soulful, and not as decorative. The horses, as I said. Maybe a few other things, but nothing outstanding of note right now."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 29, 2008 22:59:21 GMT -5
I nodded as I listened, my hands moving to clasp loosely behind me, just under my rear. "It sounds lovely," I said, wondering idly how old I would be, and how long it would take to finally have the chance to travel.
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Apr 29, 2008 23:02:17 GMT -5
"You...haven't gotten out much have you?" I posed the question, having finally picked up on her admiration for my travels. Granted, they were hard for me to enjoy, at least for awhile.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 29, 2008 23:19:08 GMT -5
The way he phrased the question brought color to my face, though I picked up my chin as we walked. "I've been in Azzalle," I responded slightly quietly. "My parents.. they died when I was twelve, and I stayed with your parents til I was eighteen because of it. I took my title upon returning home, and I've pretty much remained to my estates til I came to the City. So.. No, I really haven't gotten out much."
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