Prisoner of Stones(riona and blisteredblood)
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				Title: <strong>Prisoner of Stones(riona and blisteredblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 23:38:31</strong>
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				Leahannon "Leah" Kenny prowled the top of the widow's&nbsp; walk .&nbsp; It was late and the only light was that of the full moon that hung in the black sky peppered with stars.&nbsp; A gentle breeze caressed her long red hair like fingers. Sighing, she headed back inside the old door.&nbsp; Going slowly down the crumbling steps, she wondered how long it would be before another lord came to take her home.&nbsp; Her father had been killed in battle, not that she cared.&nbsp; Heading down the darkened hall she found the door to her room.&nbsp; Closing it behind her, she stripped and climbed onto the straw mattress.&nbsp; Laying there, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of Stones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlisteredBlood</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 06:28:30</strong>
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				Samson DaVinci had heard about the king's recent passing, but at the same time, he also heard about what an outright charlatan he was towards her. But now that he was killed in battle, had gained control of the old guard from the legal standards that were set in motion the instant he got word from a messenger. Since then, he had established his power throughout the world in a new keep that had be refurbished and rebuilt from the ground up.<br><br>In the months that had transpired after his rule was established here in the lands to the west, Samson soon began to realize that the only way that he could prove his dominance here was to find someone to be his whipping muse. Tonight, Samson arrived in the widow's walk on the bottom floor, looking for the king's daughter and inform her of her new living quarters. When the blonde-haired, blue-eyed warlord found where she had been sleeping in, he simply opened the door before walking inside, seeing that she was asleep. He decided against waking her for the moment, much preferring to watch the fiery redhead sleep peacefully before kneeling down near her sleeping form.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of Stones</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 06:37:46</strong>
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				Leah had tossed and turned in her sleep before bolting upright. A scream nearly left her lips as she spotted him.&nbsp; Instantly, she reached for the dagger under her pillow and moved her body against the headboard.&nbsp; "What do you want?&nbsp; You should not come in here!&nbsp; This is my room and I want you out now,"she hissed at him.
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				Post by: <strong>BlisteredBlood</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 07:13:40</strong>
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				Samson only smirked at the woman's reaction when she spotted him, even more so when she reached for the only weapon she had on her person: A simple dagger and nothing else. "I am the former warlord that served under your father up until your father's inevitable death. Now that he's since passed away ever since the last campaign in the Black Morass." He said. "I now own my own keep now as per your father's wishes. You know what that means, don't you?" He then asked, narrowing his eyes at her as if he was demanding an answer from her. 
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				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 00:10:33</strong>
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				Sliding off the bed, keeping the blanket against her, she glared at him. Keeping the dagger pointed towards him, she looked like an adder about to strike.&nbsp; "Yeah, it means you can get the hell out of my room now.&nbsp; I don't give a damn who you are! I want you out now."&nbsp; Getting angry by the second, her breathing increased which cause her breasts to rise and fall fast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of Stones(riona and blisteredblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlisteredBlood</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 09:20:55</strong>
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				Samson only arched a brow when he saw that her demeanor hadn't changed, but instead he watched nothing but pure hatred for him began to spill out of the woman's mouth, causing him to dismissively wave a hand at her and chuckle with a smirk. "And suppose if I don't feel very much like leaving? What -&nbsp; pray tell - are you going to do? Try and kill me?" He asked, taunting her with another chuckle. "You are more than welcome to try, but I don't think it would be in your best interest if you pursued the notion." Samson added as he then stood up onto his feet and kept his eyes on her.<br><br>"For if I wanted to, I could break each and every bone in your body and paint my dining room crimson with your blood." He added, his tone now having gone from all fun and games to something far more sinister. "So you tell me. What are you going to do, m'dear lady? Are you going to drop the weapon right now or do you want me to test my theory and see if I can do just that?" He asked, his hardened tone not leaving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of Stones(riona and blisteredblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 19:20:24</strong>
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				Glaring at him, hatred in her eyes, she slowly let the dagger fall to her side.&nbsp; "Yeah, I know what you could do to me.&nbsp; But I would do my best to cause some damage.&nbsp; Still holding the blanket to her, she headed back over to the bed and put it under the pillow.&nbsp; "So what is it you want of me?&nbsp; If you think I have some information about some treasure my father was hiding...you are wrong. I know nothing of that, of anything military.&nbsp; I stayed far away from him as possible. " Hazel eyes regarded him.&nbsp; "If you are going to stay can you please turn your back so I can dress.&nbsp; This blanket is not exactly keeping me warm."
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				Post by: <strong>BlisteredBlood</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 19:39:27</strong>
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				"That's the thing," Samson answered with a smile and a shake of his head. "I don't need a thing more other than just one thing. A woman to rule by my side for the rest of my natural life. Think about it. I own all the lands to the west, now. I control the resources, I control the trade going in and out of the keep, I own everything that was handed to me as it was written on your father's last will and testament. " He added. "However... It's not enough. I've been living all alone in that keep for a week and I find it... Well, how else can I put this?" He added thoughtfully before snapping his head back to her and spoke in a tone that sounded slightly irate.<br><br>"Droll. Utterly and completely boring. I've watched beheadings that provided more entertainment that where I am now currently." Samson then spoke after a little thought then chuckled darkly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of Stones(riona and blisteredblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 19:46:32</strong>
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				"Are you saying you want me?"&nbsp; A laugh escaped her.&nbsp; "Oh funny.&nbsp; Trust me, you don't want me."&nbsp; She headed over to an armoir and grabbed a dress, before turning to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;"If you knew my father then you know I am not like other women.&nbsp; I do no grovel, I have an opinion, speak when I want to about what I want to and I can fight with weapons if I so choose.&nbsp; You want a woman who will do your bidding and jump at your every command.&nbsp; Now turn so I can dress."&nbsp; Yeah, it was why she was not wed yet, why no man had touched her with more than a chaste kiss.&nbsp; Not that she did not want more, but Leahannon did not want to just lay there under her husband as he fucked her.&nbsp; She wanted more, she wanted to feel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of Stones(riona and blisteredblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlisteredBlood</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 22:06:52</strong>
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				Samson only arched a blonde eyebrow when he heard her talk to him in this way. In truth, he would've smiled at this showing of her spirit, but at the same time, it also aggravated him a greater deal just by having to listen to her mouth off like a smart-mouthed spoiled brat to her unyielding parents. "Apparently, you still do not know the position you are in, I'm afraid to say," Samson said as he kept his eyes locked on her even as she began to turn away from him. "So allow me to make this perfectly clear to you." He added as he walked up to her back just as she turned to face him.<br><br>In one quick motion, Samson immediately spun the woman around before grabbing her by her long hair with each tendril he grasped tightly around his fingers then yanked her head back with a tighter knit frown on his face. "You might think you have an opinion on how you think things should be young lady, but unfortunately for you, only <em>I</em> know what's really best in the end. You are not in your father's care anymore, you are not a princess. You are not even a lady, at that. What you are now is simply a lowly peasant with nothing to show except for maybe years of hatred towards your dead father and old bruises from what he did to you. I can promise you this much, the years you'll be spending under me is going to be much more painful if you don't start straightening up your attitude right now." Samson growled lowly.<br><br>"But at the same time, there is a way that you can be yourself without having me divert to these tactics." Samson added as he continued to hold her there by the roots of her hair with an intention of tearing her scalp straight off. "I can treat you a lot better than a common dog your father used to do. It just means you need to make some concessions and maybe even tone down that mouth of yours."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of Stones(riona and blisteredblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 00:28:04</strong>
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				Lehannon hissed and bit back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes as he held her hair tight.&nbsp; She listened to his words.&nbsp; Yeah he was right, she was a mere peasant.&nbsp; Not that she was complaining. Her hatred for her father had kept her alive all these years, had been the food that had nourished her through all he had done to her.&nbsp; Yet he was offering her a way out. Leahannon debated this. Her father had often offered her ways out, only to trick her in the end.&nbsp; Yet this man was offering her something more, to treat her..well like a human.&nbsp; Concessions, well depeneding on what they were, she could do that.&nbsp; As for her mouth..that would be difficult.&nbsp; "Ok, tell me of these concessions."
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				Post by: <strong>BlisteredBlood</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 00:40:58</strong>
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				"No. I want you to figure out these 'concessions' I'm talking about by yourself." Samson answered as he continued to hold her hair tight in his grip. "In due time, you'll figure it out purely on your own. But here's a little hint I'll give you once and only once. While misbehavior has its price, so does simple obedience have its own rewards." He said in a cryptic manner before slowly easing his grip on her hair, letting each tendril of it free from each finger.<br><br>"I'm certain even someone as smart as you are capable of figuring it out, I hope." Samson then commented as he stepped back from her with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of Stones(riona and blisteredblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 01:17:46</strong>
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				Turning to him, she glared at him momentarily.&nbsp; "Fine.&nbsp; Are we done?&nbsp; It is late and I am tired. If you wish to speak more..."She was about to mouth off at him again.&nbsp; About to say turn around so I can dress if you are a true man, she bit her lip.&nbsp; "If you wish to speak more may I please put on a dress. The room is somewhat drafty and this blanket is not enough to keep the cold at bay."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of Stones(riona and blisteredblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlisteredBlood</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 02:07:28</strong>
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				It was a small start, but it was nevertheless something that Samson acknowledged with a simple nod of his head and a slight smirk before he turned his back to her with his arms still crossed across his chest. "You see? Now you're beginning to get it." He said. "You'll soon come to find that while I might be hard sometimes, but you'll also notice that I am fair. You might not like me at first, but in due time, you'll come to learn things my way. They may not be like your father's methods, but from where my keep is, the people there honor and respect my rulings." He explained without even looking back to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of Stones(riona and blisteredblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 03:16:34</strong>
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				Dressing in the faded dress, she sighed.&nbsp; Yeah, maybe he was right but only time would tell. "You may turn now if you wish." Taking the blanket back, she place it on the bed.&nbsp; "Is he truly dead?"&nbsp; Gods she prayed he was...and rotting in hell for all he had done to her.&nbsp; Years of abuse....&nbsp; "So I will be..a servant to you?"&nbsp; &nbsp;Leahannon sat on the bed and looked at him, really looked at him.&nbsp; She supposed women found him attractive.&nbsp; Yet there was something hard and unrelenting about him.
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				Post by: <strong>BlisteredBlood</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 13:14:48</strong>
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				"To put it to you bluntly, your father's severed head resides on a pike near the ruined castle as a reminder to those who fall under the category of less than fit ruler." Samson answered as he watched her move towards the bed and sat in it. "His body was also completely decapitated then fed to the dire wolves in the fields of Timber Lake." He added, sparing no quarter in how much truth there was to his words. <br><br>"He's been dead for for at least a month by now." He concluded as he then turned to face her. "As for your stance, you will be a servant of mine, but in due time, I wish to mold you into my better half; my equal, if you will. It will not come without its price, as I have told you in the beginning."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of Stones(riona and blisteredblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 00:53:10</strong>
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				Leahannon listened intently.&nbsp; "You will find I am not squeamish as other women are.&nbsp; If I am to be your servant that I ask that you kindly tell me what I must do."&nbsp; Her father was dead..honestly dead and the way in which he had been dealt with made her smile. The bastard got everything he deserved.&nbsp; "This molding..may I ask how you plan on doing it?&nbsp; I can tell you I..." Her eyes locked with his,<br><br>"You have been honest and blunt with me.&nbsp; May I be so with you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoner of Stones(riona and blisteredblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlisteredBlood</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 18:50:15</strong>
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				At first, Samson thought better than to reveal his intentions with this woman, but at the same time, he thought that maybe just this once, he could let her get away with whatever was on her mind at the present moment. Shrugging, he then shook his head with his eyes closed for a moment before he spoke.<br><br>"Go ahead. However, not a lot can surprise me these days." He answered, his tone sounding as the way it always had been for years.
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				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 00:58:23</strong>
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				"You say your better half.&nbsp; Am I to assume that means..your mistress, someone to warm your bed.&nbsp; If so, you may want to find another."&nbsp; Yeah, she wasn't exactly naive but she wasn't all together familiar in the ways of pleasure. Leahannon regarded him&nbsp; for a moment.&nbsp; Deciding to see if she could get a reaction from him, she spoke. "I am a virgin."
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				Post by: <strong>BlisteredBlood</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 06:22:45</strong>
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				Samson only arched an eyebrow when he heard this from Leahannon, sounding none too surprised that she would say this. "Then apparently, you're not hearing me very clearly. I didn't come here looking for a quick lay. I am looking for something more than that. I am wanting someone who will rule by my side in the ages to come. Do you not see the chance you've been given here? We can lead our kingdom into a brand new age and correct the damages your father has made. There will be some things no one will like, but in due time... In due time, things will be done for the better. All the right criminals will be incarcerated, tortured, and maybe even executed while the right innocent people will be freed from wrongdoings they had nothing to do with." He explained.<br><br>"Do you <em>see</em> what I'm getting at?" He added.
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				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 06:35:54</strong>
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				Leahannon thinks about it. The offer has merit. The people, the land would all be restored and those who followed her father religious. There were so many her father had imprisoned, so many innocents.&nbsp; She was aware of the many who had died, their bodies carted off into the night. She had seen them from her window.&nbsp; Standing, Leahannon walked over to him.&nbsp; Stopping before him, she looks up into his eyes.&nbsp; "Your words make much sense." Biting her lip, she looks up at him.&nbsp; "Fine, I accept your offer.&nbsp; Tell me what&nbsp; I must do? And may I know your name?"
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				Post by: <strong>BlisteredBlood</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 08:15:35</strong>
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				"We will discuss your place among the people of my new keep once we are there. As for my name, I am the man that served under your father these past few years of his life, Samson DaVinci." Samson answered as he gave her a simple acknowledging nod of his head. "You'll also come to find that a lot of my methods make just as much more sense once we are the ruling powers over this land. People will either revere us... Or fear us." He added, clenching his right hand into a tightly balled fist then glared at it with a frown for a moment before turning a steady eyed gaze back to her.<br><br>"And your name, m'lady? Who might you be?" He then asked.
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				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 03:36:01</strong>
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				He made a lot of sense. She supposed that was where her father had gone wrong.&nbsp; He had only been feared.&nbsp; "Samson DaVinci is it?" She had heard the name before and knew he was quite formidable in many things.&nbsp; "My name is Leahannon."&nbsp; There was no fear of him in her eyes, just leeriness.&nbsp; In time, maybe I can trust him, she thought.
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				Post by: <strong>BlisteredBlood</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 10:47:41</strong>
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				Leahannon. Of course. She was the daughter of that porcine, slothful layabout of a man. If he remembered correctly - which Samson did - she hated that man with a passion to match his own. It was a rare thing to have seen in his tenure there, but then again, what wasn't out of the ordinary under that man's thumb? As far back as he could recall, there was very little that her father could do that ever pleased the people. Rather, nearly every single thing that man did was either outright reprehensible or just plain pathetic. It was no wonder to him that that was what inevitably led to his downfall many months later.<br><br>Quite an odd predicament now, Samson thought to himself as he stood there not more than a few feet away from her side. Here he was, pondering over what could her position possibly be when he also knew that instead of her being his own personal torture toy, he could use her influence in so many other ways. After all, there was power in regal surnames such as hers. But there was also much more fear in his surname, as well. Doubly when he was known for being one of the most disturbing generals her father's army had ever known. He was known for beating his opponents not just physically, but also tormenting them psychologically as well as spiritually until the opponent was completely broken. Ideas and thoughts began to work their way into his mind, but they would have to wait for now. He had an empire of his own to build, and she was a critical part of his grand scheme.<br><br>"Now that you are dressed Leahannon, I suggest you get some rest. Our journey to our new home begins in the morning." Samson stated simply.
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				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 05:36:13</strong>
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				She blinked and looked at him confused.&nbsp; "New home? We will not be staying here Samson?" Lehannon sat on the bed and regarded him.&nbsp; She knew full well who this man before her was but she thought it odd he wanted to take her as a partner. Sure she was smarter than most women, could wield a sword and ride a horse, but men did not look for a wife with those attributes.<br><br>"When will we be leaving Samson?"
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				Post by: <strong>BlisteredBlood</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 06:49:56</strong>
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				Without so much as missing a beat, Samson answered thusly.<br><br>"No. This place hardly resembles a home. Not to me, anyway. I'd just as soon burn it down and leave it there." He said. "And as for when we will leave, it will be at daybreak. Besides, I already had ordered for dressmakers to come to the keep by that afternoon in order to get everything all measured out for you." He explained.<br><br>"So." He continued with a clap of his hands. "That being said, I strongly suggest you get some rest, young lady. Tomorrow is a new day for all of us, for you, for me, for everyone. And you'll see that once you understand my way of doing things, you'll be rewarded rather handsomely."
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				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 19:49:50</strong>
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				Leahnnon laid on the bed as he spoke. New dresses? It had been years since she had new dresses.&nbsp; Her head was beginning to hurt from all the drama of the day and her mind whirled in a million directions at one time.&nbsp; "How long will it take to get there Samson...to..." She was about to say your home but stopped.&nbsp; "Our home?"&nbsp; Leahannon wanted to ask him what he meant by rewarded handsomely.&nbsp; Leahannon yawned and began to close her eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>BlisteredBlood</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 06:10:55</strong>
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				"A few hours, at best." Samson answered simply with a shake of his head. "Ten or twelve, provided if the carriage doesn't stop at a gypsy encampment. You know how they are sometimes." He added with a roll of his eyes before muttering to himself about some of the odd behaviors and tastes of his men.<br><br>"But let's not dawdle on questions. You need your rest." He then added as he glanced at her once more, seeing her beginning to drift off.
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				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 06:18:54</strong>
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				Leahannon vaguely heard his words. His voice seemed to ebb and flow like waves on a beach. It was as if he was speaking loud and she could heard him perfectly and the soft and she couldn't grasp the words.&nbsp; &nbsp;She did hear ten, twelve, carriage, gypsies... registered as she slipped into the first peaceful sleep of her life.
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				Post by: <strong>BlisteredBlood</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 12:49:51</strong>
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				When he heard no reply from Leahannon, Samson glanced back to her and saw that she had fallen to sleep on him. A small smile was upon his face as he then sat down on the bed with a small sigh before reaching his hand up to her and carefully ran his fingers through her hair. "You will see, dear... Everything will be different from this point on. For you and me." He said in a quiet voice.
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				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 22:28:22</strong>
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				Leahannon woke the next morning to the sound of thunder and the flash of lightning. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes and looked around. Part of her, in that post sleep haze, she thought it was all a dream. Her father would come through her door any second and demand she come and join him in the main hall for breakfast where he would torment her in front of his men, let them paw at her like she was nothing more than a piece of meat.&nbsp; Sighing, Leahannon swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, stretching.&nbsp; Slowly she began to take her dress off. Must have fallen asleep in it again, she mused.
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