Before the Dawn - chp. 2
TITLE: Before the Dawn
RATING: PG to PG-15ish?
PAIRING/FOCUS: Jongho (Main), Cheundong/Krystal (sub) [others to be determined]
GENRE: ...adventure, au, romance?
NOTES: And here's chapter 2!! My main pairing will finally meet face to face and it really isn’t the whole romance fairytale sort of meeting.
( ( CHAPTER TWO ) )
He didn’t notice the other until his soak in the sun was blocked. He frowned, a crease appearing between his eyebrows and he peeled his eyes open to look up. That was all he did. Because his cousin and best friend had him chase him down countless alleys then he pulled a magnificent disappearing act that puzzled even the escorts that somehow managed to find him in a crowd of commoners. Choi Minho blamed it on his height. But on another note, he was tired and he didn’t really want to do anything else other than sit where he was (near the West Gate Entrance) and let his somewhat tired body catch up on missed oxygen.
“Can I help you?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling slightly. The man who interrupted his rest just blinked, tilting his head slightly. Minho absently noted the odd colored hair. The man before him had what looked like blond bangs that slowly, gradually darkened into a deep chocolate brown as it climb up his head to the crown of his skull. Absently, Minho noted that it looked good on this stranger. After a moment of just staring between the two of them, the stranger smiled, his face lighting up brightly and Minho jerked in surprise when a warm hand slid into one of his limp ones, fingers curling gently around his wrist and he jerked him up with a light tug. He was stronger than Minho thought.
“I saw you today,” was the answer and Minho raised an eyebrow in a silent question. The stranger just kept smiling and the more he looked, the more Minho kind of wanted to memorize his smile. The other man grinned a little brighter before he threaded a hand through his hair, his other hand still holding Minho’s wrist loosely. There seemed to be an odd pull and Minho found himself gravitating towards this stranger and once they were pretty much in each other’s personal bubble, the stranger lifted a hand and extended a thin finger. The young Lord blinked furiously when the finger gently brushed at his bangs then poked his forehead. The man grinned. “You were chasing that one lord down the street earlier. I saw you,”
“Who didn’t?” Minho answered flatly. He reeled backwards in surprise when he suddenly found the other man much to close for comfort. He swallowed slightly and blinked down at the much shorter male.
“I’m going to just call you Pet, since I don’t really want to know your name,” and all Minho managed to think of was, “What the hell?!” before the fingers around his wrist tugged lightly and in seconds, Minho was dragging his tired, achy body after this stranger. Minho groaned mentally. First his conniving cousin now this stranger. Today wasn’t his day.
It just never seemed occurred to him to just pull his hand out of the other’s grip.
~*~*~
He slammed the door behind him and his eyes barely managed to turn around when instincts screamed at him to duck. Had he been a second later, it would have been his head that was pinned between the knife and the door, and he wouldn’t be staring down at a few cut strands of his hair lying almost innocently on the floor. A pair of shoes stopped in his line of vision, attached to a leg-line that he immediately connected to a female and hesitantly, he looked up.
“Sulli-ah! I heard your knives going through the air is there-” and the man gasped as if air was suddenly robbed out of his very being. The strange pressure descended, cloaking him head to toe and he gasped, a hand clawing at his throat and his eyes widened. The new stranger, a pretty, petite young woman, threw out her hand and a wave of ice cloaked him, sending him blasting through the wall and then some. He could only cough as the dust from his impact through concrete and bricks invaded his lungs.
His body screamed and he gasped as the pressure came down again. He rolled feebly out of the way and barely managed to get a hold on his surroundings before the first young woman was on him, a pair of daggers spinning deftly in her hands before she struck downwards. He did probably the most stupidest thing in his entire life. His foot moved and he kicked the blades away before he grabbed one of her outstretched hands and yanked her down. Her eyes widened in surprise and she squeaked. “Sulli-ah!”
Their chests collided and for the briefest of moments, he could hear her heart beat strongly against his before he planted his other foot against her stomach and tossed her backwards. She screeched in surprise and something pulled in his gut when her gasp of pain, as her body collided into a table, reached his ears. He ignored it and turned around to face the other girl and he flinched when a wave of ice flew past him, just missing his face by centimeters. His heart thudded loudly in his ears and was suddenly aware of another presence at the door he entered from just moments ago.
The new person was yet another girl and for a moment he moaned at the bad luck he knew he had with women, no matter the age. He had been chased out of his last place of stay by a weird witchy-like woman whose name he vaguely remembered as Narsha; but of course, at the time, he had been to concerned with surviving to actually remember it correctly. The new girl’s hair was cut oddly but it didn’t seem to be quite the matter of importance as the girl he had just thrown gingerly got to her feet.
“Are you guys alright there?” she asked. The first two girls exchanged glances before the one with lighter hair, it was the one who used the knives he remembered, shook her head.
“We’re fine,” the one who blasted him with ice responded. She jerked a finger at him and he stiffened, terrified to even move; which was saying something because all of his nerves seemed to be on fire and he was beginning to lose the feeling in his body. Her eyes flickered and she smiled. “We’re just practicing for a few missions and Mir told us to take care of the fresh meat,”
The other girl smiled, brushing her black and blond hair from her face and she asked, “You guys have a new member to the guild? Congrats. I was hoping your not so amazing reputation wouldn’t put people off,”
“You have a crappy reputation?” he found himself asking. Dark eyes flashed towards him and he coughed, feeling dust crawl down his throat and he took a faint step back, towards what he hoped was a back exit. “I wouldn’t have know with the way you fight,”
“Aww, you flatter us,” the knife user said with a light giggle. It didn’t take a genius to know that she was acting but Lee Changsun would be lying if he said that she wasn’t a good actress.
~*~*~
“I’m home children!!” Mir nearly choked on his drink and Luna looked up lazily from the game of cards she was playing with Lee Changsun (he told them to call him Joon). She smiled at the chief then stared when the tall man was pulled in behind him. “I have good news! I brought home a pet and - oh. Do we have a new member joining our crazy family?”
“Besides your pet-holy geez! Chief! You dragged the Lord of Westfall here!? To be our Pet?!” Mir squawked and Jonghyun blinked blankly, his head tilting. “Bossman are you completely out of your mind?!”
“Who?” and he almost pouted when the man gently pulled his hand back. He turned though when he cleared his throat and Jonghyun frowned slightly before turning around.
“I’m the Lord of Westfall,” was the deep reply. Jonghyun wrinkled his nose for a moment then he just poked the tall man on the forehead, although this time he had to stretch a little bit more since this tall person was no longer sitting anymore. The members of his guild who knew him just sighed and most of them returned back to what they were doing.
“I don’t care if you’re the lord of anything. I told you already, I’m going to call you pet and you can’t stop me,” the handsome man frowned darkly, his large eyes narrowing.
“I’d prefer it if you called me either Lord Westfall or Minho, as that is my given name,” was the stiff answer. Jonghyun scoffed and just lightly patted his arm and repeated, “Pet,” before he turned to look at his guild members.
“So, who’s the new face? Other than my pet of course,” Jonghyun continued smiling. Sulli gently moved forward and his eyes snapped towards her, noting quietly that she was moving just a little bit more sluggish than normal, just a little bit more careful. She noticed his stare and smiled before shaking her head.
“Trespasser into the guild. We got into a fight but Krystal who lives up the street you know, well she came by and asked if our trespasser was a new member,” Mir drawled, placing aside his cup. “Well, Sulli and Lunes made up something on the spot and ‘lo and behold, we’ve got a runaway as our newest guild member,”
Jonghyun paused, thinking for a moment, ignoring the glare set at his back by the Lord Westfall, Minho. After a moment he just hummed and nodded.
“Okay. Our guild needs some new members anyways. With some of the old ones transferring guilds and all. Couldn‘t handle all the lost cat missions and our crappy reputation,” Jonghyun shrugged. He turned to Joon and smiled slightly. “I’m the Chief ‘round these parts. Kim Jonghyun. You’ve already met the guild, and this is my pet,” his hand groped behind him and Minho gently reached for it without actually thinking because the next moment, he was being hugged enthusiastically around the waist by this strange, somewhat multi-colored hair man.
“Uh, Chief, did you actually ask the uh, Lord Westfall if he want to um, be your pet?” Sulli asked somewhat nervously. Predictably, the short guild chief shook his head enthusiastically and Minho obviously had enough. He stepped easily out of the other man’s arms and ignored the cold chill sweeping him head to toe. Jonghyun actually frowned and Luna abandoned her card game, cards flying across the table and before she stepped forward, Mir blocked her.
“In case you forgot! I’m the Lord of Westfall! I do not need to be his pet!” and a few members of the guild winced while, Jonghyun, the man Minho assumed to be the guild leader and chief just stared at him, a slight crease appearing between his eyebrows and a frown causing his lips to tilt ever so downwards. The chill sweeping Minho head to toe was tightening and the young lord scowled before he spun on his heels and exited the guild. Or at least, he tried.
Before he even touched the door, there was a blast of well, something and the door shut. Minho nearly toppled over the shorter man as he suddenly appeared before him, a hand splayed flat against the door to keep it closed. Minho frowned, probably borderline growling as the man said simply, “At least have dinner or something for the road pet. Luna is a good chef,”
“No,” and the two met eyes. It felt as if there was a strange pull descending in the room and then…Jonghyun looked away and he looked back. After a resigned sigh it seemed, Jonghyun lightly patted Minho’s arm and walked aside, pulling the door open with him.
“Fine then pet. The next time you stop by, have some of Luna’s cooking before you head home,” Jonghyun purred and Minho glowered. He didn’t answer and just stormed out in all his Lord of Westfall glory. Jonghyun held back a shiver. The room seemed a lot colder now that his pet wasn’t around.
“Chief, I thought you didn’t want the guild to be on the empire’s chopping block,” Mir commented as Jonghyun slid around to the table. The slightly older man just hummed before nodding to Luna as she began to reshuffle cards. “The Lord of Westfall is known for being close to the empire’s top leaders chief. He could just say a little bit, that we were plotting to overthrow something, and we’ll be beheaded before the day is over tomorrow,”
“He won’t,” and Sulli frowned slightly while Joon ventured bravely, “Uh, Chief? What makes you so sure that he won’t?”
“I just know. And besides, he hasn’t had Lunes’ cooking yet,” Jonghyun didn’t really know how to explain it. It was just a tugging in his gut that told him that the Lord Westfall would do nothing to harm them. He grabbed the cards before he remembered something. He turned to Joon. “I don’t believe I caught your name,”
~*~*~
“Minho-yah! You’re,” Park Sanghyun, better known as Cheundong, blinked when his younger cousin stormed right past him. He waved off a few of the butlers and people hanging around, waiting on orders before he followed his cousin. They entered the study and Minho flopped down across a long chair and looked up at him. “You’re home quite late. That’s unlike you Minho-yah,”
“I was sidetracked by a small midget,” was the answer. Cheundong blinked. “Kim Jonghyun, the leader of some guild kidnapped me,”
Surprisingly, Cheundong just nodded. “Sounds like him,” Minho raised an eyebrow. “Kim Jonghyun is the leader to the most worthless guild in the empire. The Rathian guild doesn’t actually get missions either. They do a lot of pointless, civilian missions. Helping cats down trees and what not. He‘s also known for being quite odd,”
Minho suddenly sat up and looked up at his fellow lord. “Their the Rathian guild? The one whose reputation states that on important missions, they don‘t ever finish them?” Cheundong nodded. “Then how do you explain the raptors?” Cheundong blinked and it was his turn to raise an eyebrow as he looked at Minho.
Raptors were a type of predator bird in the empire. Deadly, loyal, they made good carrier birds, and they only ever bonded with one person in a lifetime. But the thing that made them somewhat useless to certain groups of people were the fact that they were an expensive breed of bird. Cheundong’s brows furrowed. A guild with a reputation of being worthless that the only missions they ever took were civilian ones would be unable to afford raptors. At least not more than one but judging by Minho’s tone of voice and seriousness, the guild was probably quite well off.
“Do you suggest we have the empire look into them?” Cheundong asked easily. Minho frowned, bringing a hand to his lips and he bit down on a nail. “Minho-yah?”
“No. The empire is more than likely to execute them by the day’s end tomorrow. A client of theirs could have sent them the raptors. It’s not like it isn’t possible,” the older lord just nodded. “Maybe we can look into them ourselves and when we decide that they’re threats we can contact the empire,”
~*~*~
“Are you absolutely positive?” the voice was velvet and the soldier crouched in the doorway nodded. A long elegant finger lightly tapped at a chin and the young woman turned. “Very well. I suppose we can use the Lord Westfall and the Lord Northglenn into our plans,” The woman gently ran a finger across a globe and she smiled, the smile both beautiful and deadly. “Send word to the empire,”
“Yes ma’am,”
okay, so my main has met and a plot is stirring somewhere. mwuhahaha!!
RATING: PG to PG-15ish?
PAIRING/FOCUS: Jongho (Main), Cheundong/Krystal (sub) [others to be determined]
GENRE: ...adventure, au, romance?
NOTES: And here's chapter 2!! My main pairing will finally meet face to face and it really isn’t the whole romance fairytale sort of meeting.
( ( CHAPTER TWO ) )
He didn’t notice the other until his soak in the sun was blocked. He frowned, a crease appearing between his eyebrows and he peeled his eyes open to look up. That was all he did. Because his cousin and best friend had him chase him down countless alleys then he pulled a magnificent disappearing act that puzzled even the escorts that somehow managed to find him in a crowd of commoners. Choi Minho blamed it on his height. But on another note, he was tired and he didn’t really want to do anything else other than sit where he was (near the West Gate Entrance) and let his somewhat tired body catch up on missed oxygen.
“Can I help you?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling slightly. The man who interrupted his rest just blinked, tilting his head slightly. Minho absently noted the odd colored hair. The man before him had what looked like blond bangs that slowly, gradually darkened into a deep chocolate brown as it climb up his head to the crown of his skull. Absently, Minho noted that it looked good on this stranger. After a moment of just staring between the two of them, the stranger smiled, his face lighting up brightly and Minho jerked in surprise when a warm hand slid into one of his limp ones, fingers curling gently around his wrist and he jerked him up with a light tug. He was stronger than Minho thought.
“I saw you today,” was the answer and Minho raised an eyebrow in a silent question. The stranger just kept smiling and the more he looked, the more Minho kind of wanted to memorize his smile. The other man grinned a little brighter before he threaded a hand through his hair, his other hand still holding Minho’s wrist loosely. There seemed to be an odd pull and Minho found himself gravitating towards this stranger and once they were pretty much in each other’s personal bubble, the stranger lifted a hand and extended a thin finger. The young Lord blinked furiously when the finger gently brushed at his bangs then poked his forehead. The man grinned. “You were chasing that one lord down the street earlier. I saw you,”
“Who didn’t?” Minho answered flatly. He reeled backwards in surprise when he suddenly found the other man much to close for comfort. He swallowed slightly and blinked down at the much shorter male.
“I’m going to just call you Pet, since I don’t really want to know your name,” and all Minho managed to think of was, “What the hell?!” before the fingers around his wrist tugged lightly and in seconds, Minho was dragging his tired, achy body after this stranger. Minho groaned mentally. First his conniving cousin now this stranger. Today wasn’t his day.
It just never seemed occurred to him to just pull his hand out of the other’s grip.
~*~*~
He slammed the door behind him and his eyes barely managed to turn around when instincts screamed at him to duck. Had he been a second later, it would have been his head that was pinned between the knife and the door, and he wouldn’t be staring down at a few cut strands of his hair lying almost innocently on the floor. A pair of shoes stopped in his line of vision, attached to a leg-line that he immediately connected to a female and hesitantly, he looked up.
“Sulli-ah! I heard your knives going through the air is there-” and the man gasped as if air was suddenly robbed out of his very being. The strange pressure descended, cloaking him head to toe and he gasped, a hand clawing at his throat and his eyes widened. The new stranger, a pretty, petite young woman, threw out her hand and a wave of ice cloaked him, sending him blasting through the wall and then some. He could only cough as the dust from his impact through concrete and bricks invaded his lungs.
His body screamed and he gasped as the pressure came down again. He rolled feebly out of the way and barely managed to get a hold on his surroundings before the first young woman was on him, a pair of daggers spinning deftly in her hands before she struck downwards. He did probably the most stupidest thing in his entire life. His foot moved and he kicked the blades away before he grabbed one of her outstretched hands and yanked her down. Her eyes widened in surprise and she squeaked. “Sulli-ah!”
Their chests collided and for the briefest of moments, he could hear her heart beat strongly against his before he planted his other foot against her stomach and tossed her backwards. She screeched in surprise and something pulled in his gut when her gasp of pain, as her body collided into a table, reached his ears. He ignored it and turned around to face the other girl and he flinched when a wave of ice flew past him, just missing his face by centimeters. His heart thudded loudly in his ears and was suddenly aware of another presence at the door he entered from just moments ago.
The new person was yet another girl and for a moment he moaned at the bad luck he knew he had with women, no matter the age. He had been chased out of his last place of stay by a weird witchy-like woman whose name he vaguely remembered as Narsha; but of course, at the time, he had been to concerned with surviving to actually remember it correctly. The new girl’s hair was cut oddly but it didn’t seem to be quite the matter of importance as the girl he had just thrown gingerly got to her feet.
“Are you guys alright there?” she asked. The first two girls exchanged glances before the one with lighter hair, it was the one who used the knives he remembered, shook her head.
“We’re fine,” the one who blasted him with ice responded. She jerked a finger at him and he stiffened, terrified to even move; which was saying something because all of his nerves seemed to be on fire and he was beginning to lose the feeling in his body. Her eyes flickered and she smiled. “We’re just practicing for a few missions and Mir told us to take care of the fresh meat,”
The other girl smiled, brushing her black and blond hair from her face and she asked, “You guys have a new member to the guild? Congrats. I was hoping your not so amazing reputation wouldn’t put people off,”
“You have a crappy reputation?” he found himself asking. Dark eyes flashed towards him and he coughed, feeling dust crawl down his throat and he took a faint step back, towards what he hoped was a back exit. “I wouldn’t have know with the way you fight,”
“Aww, you flatter us,” the knife user said with a light giggle. It didn’t take a genius to know that she was acting but Lee Changsun would be lying if he said that she wasn’t a good actress.
~*~*~
“I’m home children!!” Mir nearly choked on his drink and Luna looked up lazily from the game of cards she was playing with Lee Changsun (he told them to call him Joon). She smiled at the chief then stared when the tall man was pulled in behind him. “I have good news! I brought home a pet and - oh. Do we have a new member joining our crazy family?”
“Besides your pet-holy geez! Chief! You dragged the Lord of Westfall here!? To be our Pet?!” Mir squawked and Jonghyun blinked blankly, his head tilting. “Bossman are you completely out of your mind?!”
“Who?” and he almost pouted when the man gently pulled his hand back. He turned though when he cleared his throat and Jonghyun frowned slightly before turning around.
“I’m the Lord of Westfall,” was the deep reply. Jonghyun wrinkled his nose for a moment then he just poked the tall man on the forehead, although this time he had to stretch a little bit more since this tall person was no longer sitting anymore. The members of his guild who knew him just sighed and most of them returned back to what they were doing.
“I don’t care if you’re the lord of anything. I told you already, I’m going to call you pet and you can’t stop me,” the handsome man frowned darkly, his large eyes narrowing.
“I’d prefer it if you called me either Lord Westfall or Minho, as that is my given name,” was the stiff answer. Jonghyun scoffed and just lightly patted his arm and repeated, “Pet,” before he turned to look at his guild members.
“So, who’s the new face? Other than my pet of course,” Jonghyun continued smiling. Sulli gently moved forward and his eyes snapped towards her, noting quietly that she was moving just a little bit more sluggish than normal, just a little bit more careful. She noticed his stare and smiled before shaking her head.
“Trespasser into the guild. We got into a fight but Krystal who lives up the street you know, well she came by and asked if our trespasser was a new member,” Mir drawled, placing aside his cup. “Well, Sulli and Lunes made up something on the spot and ‘lo and behold, we’ve got a runaway as our newest guild member,”
Jonghyun paused, thinking for a moment, ignoring the glare set at his back by the Lord Westfall, Minho. After a moment he just hummed and nodded.
“Okay. Our guild needs some new members anyways. With some of the old ones transferring guilds and all. Couldn‘t handle all the lost cat missions and our crappy reputation,” Jonghyun shrugged. He turned to Joon and smiled slightly. “I’m the Chief ‘round these parts. Kim Jonghyun. You’ve already met the guild, and this is my pet,” his hand groped behind him and Minho gently reached for it without actually thinking because the next moment, he was being hugged enthusiastically around the waist by this strange, somewhat multi-colored hair man.
“Uh, Chief, did you actually ask the uh, Lord Westfall if he want to um, be your pet?” Sulli asked somewhat nervously. Predictably, the short guild chief shook his head enthusiastically and Minho obviously had enough. He stepped easily out of the other man’s arms and ignored the cold chill sweeping him head to toe. Jonghyun actually frowned and Luna abandoned her card game, cards flying across the table and before she stepped forward, Mir blocked her.
“In case you forgot! I’m the Lord of Westfall! I do not need to be his pet!” and a few members of the guild winced while, Jonghyun, the man Minho assumed to be the guild leader and chief just stared at him, a slight crease appearing between his eyebrows and a frown causing his lips to tilt ever so downwards. The chill sweeping Minho head to toe was tightening and the young lord scowled before he spun on his heels and exited the guild. Or at least, he tried.
Before he even touched the door, there was a blast of well, something and the door shut. Minho nearly toppled over the shorter man as he suddenly appeared before him, a hand splayed flat against the door to keep it closed. Minho frowned, probably borderline growling as the man said simply, “At least have dinner or something for the road pet. Luna is a good chef,”
“No,” and the two met eyes. It felt as if there was a strange pull descending in the room and then…Jonghyun looked away and he looked back. After a resigned sigh it seemed, Jonghyun lightly patted Minho’s arm and walked aside, pulling the door open with him.
“Fine then pet. The next time you stop by, have some of Luna’s cooking before you head home,” Jonghyun purred and Minho glowered. He didn’t answer and just stormed out in all his Lord of Westfall glory. Jonghyun held back a shiver. The room seemed a lot colder now that his pet wasn’t around.
“Chief, I thought you didn’t want the guild to be on the empire’s chopping block,” Mir commented as Jonghyun slid around to the table. The slightly older man just hummed before nodding to Luna as she began to reshuffle cards. “The Lord of Westfall is known for being close to the empire’s top leaders chief. He could just say a little bit, that we were plotting to overthrow something, and we’ll be beheaded before the day is over tomorrow,”
“He won’t,” and Sulli frowned slightly while Joon ventured bravely, “Uh, Chief? What makes you so sure that he won’t?”
“I just know. And besides, he hasn’t had Lunes’ cooking yet,” Jonghyun didn’t really know how to explain it. It was just a tugging in his gut that told him that the Lord Westfall would do nothing to harm them. He grabbed the cards before he remembered something. He turned to Joon. “I don’t believe I caught your name,”
~*~*~
“Minho-yah! You’re,” Park Sanghyun, better known as Cheundong, blinked when his younger cousin stormed right past him. He waved off a few of the butlers and people hanging around, waiting on orders before he followed his cousin. They entered the study and Minho flopped down across a long chair and looked up at him. “You’re home quite late. That’s unlike you Minho-yah,”
“I was sidetracked by a small midget,” was the answer. Cheundong blinked. “Kim Jonghyun, the leader of some guild kidnapped me,”
Surprisingly, Cheundong just nodded. “Sounds like him,” Minho raised an eyebrow. “Kim Jonghyun is the leader to the most worthless guild in the empire. The Rathian guild doesn’t actually get missions either. They do a lot of pointless, civilian missions. Helping cats down trees and what not. He‘s also known for being quite odd,”
Minho suddenly sat up and looked up at his fellow lord. “Their the Rathian guild? The one whose reputation states that on important missions, they don‘t ever finish them?” Cheundong nodded. “Then how do you explain the raptors?” Cheundong blinked and it was his turn to raise an eyebrow as he looked at Minho.
Raptors were a type of predator bird in the empire. Deadly, loyal, they made good carrier birds, and they only ever bonded with one person in a lifetime. But the thing that made them somewhat useless to certain groups of people were the fact that they were an expensive breed of bird. Cheundong’s brows furrowed. A guild with a reputation of being worthless that the only missions they ever took were civilian ones would be unable to afford raptors. At least not more than one but judging by Minho’s tone of voice and seriousness, the guild was probably quite well off.
“Do you suggest we have the empire look into them?” Cheundong asked easily. Minho frowned, bringing a hand to his lips and he bit down on a nail. “Minho-yah?”
“No. The empire is more than likely to execute them by the day’s end tomorrow. A client of theirs could have sent them the raptors. It’s not like it isn’t possible,” the older lord just nodded. “Maybe we can look into them ourselves and when we decide that they’re threats we can contact the empire,”
~*~*~
“Are you absolutely positive?” the voice was velvet and the soldier crouched in the doorway nodded. A long elegant finger lightly tapped at a chin and the young woman turned. “Very well. I suppose we can use the Lord Westfall and the Lord Northglenn into our plans,” The woman gently ran a finger across a globe and she smiled, the smile both beautiful and deadly. “Send word to the empire,”
“Yes ma’am,”
okay, so my main has met and a plot is stirring somewhere. mwuhahaha!!