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Post by Alain de Mauvais (D) on Apr 8, 2011 0:01:22 GMT -5
“I’m fine,” I said, giving her a grin that more than one person had told me was rakish. I slipped the knife back into my boot and then looked at my hand. It was only then that I realized that I had busted my knuckles open when I punched the letch and they were bleeding.
“Or mostly fine,” I added.
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Post by Cosette de Manon on Apr 8, 2011 7:53:15 GMT -5
I blushed a bit at his grin, it seeming quite flirtatious, and grinned right back. But it faded as I looked at his hand. Gasping in dismay, I took it gently in my own and took a bit of my skirts to wipe the blood away.
"Please Alain, let me dress this for you," I implored him softly, my eyes pools of blue desperation. "It's the least I can do for all you've done this night for me, all but a stranger. You were very brave," I said shyly, still rather impressed with how he had utterly taken control of the situation.
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Post by Alain de Mauvais (D) on Apr 9, 2011 1:21:06 GMT -5
“Thank you, but I don’t know how brave one needs to do what I did. He had no right to treat you like that,” I said. The look her eyes made something inside me stir, something I wasn’t quite comfortable with facing yet.
“I have medicine and bandages at home, I can take care of it there,” I told her. Just then two members of the guard entered and headed to the bar, looking around as they did. With all the trouble in the city, it didn’t surprise me they responded so quickly.
I looked back at Cosette. “It should be safe to go now; did you still want to see my horses? Or is there somewhere else safe I can take you?”
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Post by Cosette de Manon on Apr 9, 2011 6:51:36 GMT -5
"Oh, may I still see the horses?" I asked with a smile. "Of course, if you'd rather simply be alone, I understand that," I added. "I will be fine in Michel's stall; no one knows I'm there." My smile turned a bit conspiratorial at the last part of my words. I knew no one would glance into a random horse's stall to see if there were any women in there, and I slept with my back against the door anyway so that someone would really have to work to notice me there.
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Post by Alain de Mauvais (D) on Apr 9, 2011 19:07:30 GMT -5
No one would know she was there unless they followed her and then she would be all alone.
“Of course you may still see them,” I told her. “My carriage is outside, shall we go somewhere less… exciting?” I smiled at the last word, hoping she would stop feeling guilty about what had happened.
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Post by Cosette de Manon on Apr 9, 2011 21:05:24 GMT -5
I giggled quietly and nodded. "Somewhere more peaceful, and where I can dress your knuckles because whether you like it or not, Alain, it will happen," I warned him playfully. I was hoping to make him at least chuckle at the thought of such a tiny young lady being able to cow a rather tall, well-muscled man who knew his way around a fistfight. I still felt miserable about the fact that he'd sustained injury on my behalf, no matter how much it may be minor to him. But I smiled up to him nonetheless and said quietly, "Once again, I follow you, my lord."
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Post by Alain de Mauvais (D) on Apr 10, 2011 16:13:15 GMT -5
Smiling, I offered her my arm, the one with the uninjured hand and led her through the crowd. This time we made it out without incident and stepped out into the fresh air of the spring night.
I heard horses approaching and saw my carriage coming near. My driver must have been close and keeping an eye for us. When he stopped, my footman opened the door and I offered Coco my hand to help her up.
“After you,” I said with a smile.
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Post by Cosette de Manon on Apr 11, 2011 2:43:29 GMT -5
I smiled shyly at him and thanked him quietly as he handed me up into the carriage, excited at the prospect of getting to see such an interesting crossbreed of horses, and I was once again grateful to Alain for everything. He had proven himself my champion, and I knew then that I had to find some way to make it up to him.
For now, though, I was simply content to gaze out the window of the carriage in awe. Such opulence, such beauty... Did people really live in houses like these? Oh, I could not even imagine.
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