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Post by Vladimir Romanov on Mar 31, 2011 15:01:00 GMT -5
The ship drew away from the docks and moved at the pace of the waves until it was far enough away that the crew opened the sails and with a snap they filled. The ship lurched forward with enough force that if I hadn’t been prepared I might have lost my feet.
As it was, only the grip of my fingers on the railing tightened as I stood at the prow and gazed hungrily in the direction we were heading; Terre d’Ange.
Father was sending me to deal with the situation that had arisen around Sergei and the death of Alexei’s former betrothed. It had made me laugh to think either of them had enough spine to have poisoned the whore. Alexei had come slinking back home instead of killing the man that had taken her away, how was he to even think of revenge upon her? Sergei would never have come up with the idea on his own, so I knew these accusations were false. My task was to exact retribution from the new Queen for the treatment of a Ruskovian royal in her lands.
If I spent the rest of my time there sated my own curiosity and desires, then that was my own business.
I licked my lips in anticipation and willed the ship to greater speeds.
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