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*Isardis* · 12-12-2013, 04:17 PM

Oh and wasn?t it such a proposition? Isardis? lips would only grow more pleased, cherry features contorting and twisting with an amusement compared by no other, ?Don?t be so quick to tell me who I am.? Taurig hadn?t had the pleasure of getting to know his father, and whatever assumptions he made were formed only by a closed mind. Did Isardis want his throne? No. Not in the least, and yet there was something so very pleasuring about the feeling of submission it seemed to present to The King, ?You know that is not what I wanted; your wrongs will not be equalled until my Queen is brought to me dead or alive,? and yet he knew it was unlikely. She was gone.

?I will take your trade on one condition: If you see hide and a hair of Argent, or the life that you claim spoils her womb, they are to be escorted to me directly, or warned of their where-abouts. I leave no more room for transactions; if I hear she was ever anywhere near you or your people, be it her bones or beating heart, and you have not made the efforts to warn me, I will continue to make your life a living hell; and your lover will be no more.? It was strange to look into the milken gaze of a boy he had so tried to destroy, and yet here he stood, unwilling to give in. As much as Isardis would despise him, it was almost awe-worthy. Genes, eh? And to take the throne? Isardis had just the right man.

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