<span style="color: #4080FF"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of Cadell</span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Castle Galline</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://sphotos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-xpa1/t1.0-9/p206x206/10403082_542909079146967_2039893354554478251_n.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Lord Robert Cadell</span><br/><span style="font-size: 125%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Father of Amena Cadell</span></span></span></div></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">"Another regret comes drudging up from my past. Tell me, Melina, why am I not surprised?"</span>he asked dryly at the mention of taking a girl against her will. He pushed his ale away from him, suddenly disgusted at the remind of what he had done.<span style="color: #4080FF">"I only ever took a girl against her will once--but I  never knew her name...I guess her name was Solana. You are here to tell me bad news, I feel it about her...I feel it,"</span>Robert said, his eyes glassy and distant. If there was one thing he had ever felt badly about, it was the rape of that young girl.<span style="color: #4080FF"> "I had been very drunk, had turned her words into consent, even though they were quite the opposite. It's the most despicable thing I have ever done, Melina. I tried very hard to find her, figure out who she was, but I couldn't. I wanted to make it up to her, give her money, apologies, anything...I know it would have not done a thing, but I had wanted to..." </span><br/><br/>Perhaps the ale made Robert more inclined to admit his faults, or maybe it was just Melina. She still had the parchment in her hand and he called over the barkeep.<span style="color: #4080FF"> "I need a quill, please," </span>he requested and the bar keep nodded, going off somewhere and coming back with the items needed. Robert plucked the paper out of Melina's hand, giving it a brief once over. It seemed fine to him, and he signed it without much thought, throwing a little saw dust from the bowl the barkeep brought in order to dry the ink.<span style="color: #4080FF"> "There, that is done. Take it to the Mayor, he is over there..I trust you will finish the rest,"</span>Robert said pointing to the obviously drunk Mayor. He looked up at Melina, then reached out grabbing her by the back of her neck and kissed her lips. He pulled away then looked at her as if trying to figure something out,<span style="color: #4080FF">"Your lips are nice..."</span>he mumbled, giving a shooing motion with his hand,<span style="color: #4080FF"> "Get on with it girl,"</span>he said.<br/><br/>Robert was surprised by his actions and was even more surprised that he liked to kiss Melina. Her lips were soft and soothing. He couldn't even compare them to Anne's, as the way she felt had long become a memory. He could only associate feelings with her touch, and not recall the actually feeling of the touch. It was frustrating. Melina was beautiful, though, and the more he drank, the more lonely he realized he had become over the years and the small bit of companionship Melina offered him had made him realize just how deep that loneliness ran.