Re: Inside The Blue Warehouse
Cara stared at him blankly, looking over the only barely conscious form of Acton to do so.
"You seem to know many of the stories about me. Good. But if you think calling an Oathsworn a pawn is going to rile them, then you missed a few tales. I am what I am, and I will do that which it is my sworn duty to do. Nothing can stand in the way of that, not even the Dragon Emperor himself. You think your Queen any more important?"
She leaned in close, whispering so that only he could hear.
"Fuck the Queen."
She pulled back, her smile grim.
"She knows what I am, and that my loyalty to her is absolute just as long as my House wishes it so. She tolerates that because sometimes the Kingdom needs bleeding, and she knows how to play the game."
She did not hide the glance at Acton, and another at the pocket where she had placed the vial of his blood.
"Whatever game you were playing? You lost. Your end is coming, but if the end is truly coming, then my duty goes far above and beyond any paltry task the Queen sets me yipping to attend as her snarling cur."
She grabbed his arm, her fingers squeezing hard, though she was not mighty enough to draw pain from the gesture.
"If you mean to burn it all down behind you, then I won't try and talk sense into your ale addled skull. If we are all to die, then I will sleep tonight with a smile on my face knowing that you will die first, preferably screaming. But it sounds to me like you're taking a fall for something larger. Is your last act to be to go sullen and silent to your death, or would you rather have a dog nipping at the heels of Fel Mondain? The choice is yours, I don't give enough of a damn to try and beat it out of you."
She released him, and went back to the task of coercing him into helping her drag Acton along.
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