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| Kenna | May 6 2009, 11:33 PM |
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Antony, finally reaching the end of his first leg sat on a boulder on the downward slide away from the castle. This rest was short and he would have barely any time to chew on the hard bread he had quickly stuffed into his pack on his way out of the castle. He wished he had the use of a candle from the study to warm a cup of tea- the candle he'd used to burn the secret message... Antony's mind raced to a stop. The message. He hadn't burned it. He was supposed to in the presence of the librarian but he had been too quick to leave. Many words flew through his mind... a few of them being "dead" and "forgotten". Grabbing for his pack he began to search for the note. He'd chew it up and swallow it if he had to. Upon his initial search there was no sign of the note. Trying not to panic, he searched again - his pack did have those pesky little pockets that often hid things like pens and clips and his small candle that he would light in the darker areas of the library. His second search turned up nothing. Looking back over his shoulder to where he had come from, he realized it could mean only one thing. The note had fallen out of his hand somewhere along the path of his fast escape. ---- Her lips muffled against her husbands, she mumbles "A list of books?" Her curiosity about the wayward slip of paper is quickly forgotten when Razarod's arms tighten around her waist. She smiled into his kiss and put a hand on the side of his face. Some things are more important than a random piece of writing. Besides, she knew the librarian often took walks down here to ponder the great amounts of literature that he read each day. Yes, the feel of Razarod's strong arms about her waist, his hands reaching for her posterior was much more interesting. In any normal circumstances, she would've swatted his hands away. But in normal circumstances there was always a chance of being interrupted. She remembered the knowing look that the guards gave to her and her husband when they darted into the dark corridor. These were not normal circumstances and they would not be interrupted. "Mmm..." She sighed as she leaned against her husband. It had been too long since she'd had Razarod to herself and not had to share him with the business of ruling a people. It had been longer still she had known her husband in a way that no other woman ever would. Even after years of marriage that thought still elated her. The man who held her so closely was her and hers only. Oh, praise the Creator for that! Pulling her face away from her husband's, she smiled. "You still know how to catch me unaware, my love..." She had more to say, but too quickly she felt Razarod leaning her back against the cool stone wall, his lips silencing her. She could almost hear him complain "Why do you always feel the need to talk to me at a time like this?" Even she didn't have an answer for that... It was times like these that needed to words to express how much she loved him. ___________________________________________________ Kenna sat next to Razarod, a big, happy grin on her face. She still knew the contours of his body, the feel of his hair, and the way his lips would curl upward under her kisses when she'd try to say something. They leaned their backs against the cool stone of the wall, hands barely touching, heads leaned together. Kenna shifted and her foot touched the piece of paper. Curious, she leaned forward and picked it up. In the dim light she could make out very little. This note was in a mediocre code... as though it had been scribbled quickly as a last minute thought. There were lists of books written there, words scrambled within the titles. Had Kenna not been so familiar with her library collection, she would have missed it. But there it was... In the dark corridor Kenna squinted at the small parchment and gasped. As clear as day it was written - someone was trying to kill her and her husband. Edited by Kenna, May 7 2009, 07:19 PM.
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