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| Kenna | Aug 1 2008, 05:13 PM |
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Kenna grinned and gripped Razarod's hand tighter as he pulled her along. While sneaking around was not necessary for them whatsoever, the idea of avoiding and hiding from the rest of the castle intrigued her. Besides, having her husband truly to herself again would be marvelous. Kenna's feet moved quickly to keep up with Razarod's long stride. As the passages got darker and the stairs grew narrower she let memory overtake sight in the task of navigating her way behind her husband. They had not lived in the castle too terribly long but she had wandered these halls long enough to know their twists and turns. And really, it wasn't that long of a jaunt to the small pocket of space that she knew they were headed. In the darkness, Kenna's arms found their way around Razarod's waist. She buried her head in his chest and stood still, enjoying the feel of his body so close to hers. --- With the sound of the bells, Balthazaar knew that it was nearly time for the task to be done. Soon, he would be free of his duty and he could return to the quiet life that he had enjoyed. He knew things could never return to normal... but any semblance of normalcy would be welcome over the constant hiding and lying. He may have been good at it, but he didn't enjoy it. In a few minutes the pair of guards would enter his study and check each corner for anyone who may present a threat to their great king and queen. Balthazaar found it almost comical that the one who presented the most danger was one least expected: a librarian of little name or fortune... yet. Soon his pockets would be heavy and his name would be among those other greats who were able to carve out a chunk of history in their honor. He smiled to himself. Oh, what was he doing? Daydreaming of the future when there was so much to attend to in the present. He picked up his quill once again and took up the painstaking task of coding the messages ingrained into his mind. It would not do to have the original, uncoded message lying about... Balthazaar's quill stopped short. Antony... he hadn't burned the paper before he'd left. Surely... Surely nothing could have happened to it. The boy would not be so careless as to let it fall into the wrong hands. There was a knock at the door. "My lord librarian, may we enter?" He composed himself, rearranging the books and pages on his desk before answering. "Of course, as it serves the king." He smiled at the familiar faces. Over the past few months the same two young men had come to check his library... er, the queen's library. They were familiar with every nook and cranny large enough to hide a weapon, a man, or any other sort of subversive material. "We'll be but a moment, sir." "Take all the time you need, gentlemen. You are not disturbing me. However, would you be so kind as to light the lantern i have set in the window? The sun has begun to set and I'd like to finish my work before I retire for the evening." He smiled and held up a flint to light the lantern. That would alert the others that the search was nearly finished. One of the young guards took the flint with a nod and quickly lit the lantern. Once Balthazaar was finished, he would go down to light the lantern at the top of the stairs that led to the back passages. No one went there after dusk. |
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