Let The Flames Begin
01-16-2014, 12:48 AM
Her father was an intense being, a creature that any with the sense of a pup would aspire to be like. She adored him, her fealty to her father was as thick as the blood of his that pumped through her veins, but that didn't sway the dark voices in the corners of her mind. Honesty was the best policy in fealty. She couldn't be truly loyal to a king she couldn't be honest with. Something she reminded herself of as she looked into his ruby gaze was that he was her king, but also a father. Which response would take over? "I've been traveling, since I came here. Learning of the lands, and my travels took me to the south, where I came across a rouge. Words turned into a skirmish, I thought... I could handle him, but my confidence in myself turned out to be how he got the best of me." She would glance away, taking a breath before her eyes would harden slightly before again meeting her fathers face. "He defiled me... all because I was a fool." She would fall silent, waiting for some sort of reaction. Expecting anger, banishment, pretty much anything horrible that would befall her. Speech, |
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