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Kyrvik
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Date Posted: 22:23:23 08/22/01 Wed
In reply to:
Queen Braeden
's message, "*breathless...>*" on 16:46:47 08/22/01 Wed
*he watches Braeden and smiles, then rises and removes his cloak, his black silk shirt clinging to his back, mainly only small wounds from Khrnrath's bone shards, his shirt clings to his right arm, though seemingly no where else, he sits once more on hte bed, and casts off his boots, well worn from walking, and glances momentarly down at teh light graze on his right leg, he rises and grabs a whip from one of hte chairs it had been cast upon long ago, he glances at Braeden and then towards a candelabra, in obvious pent up anger his lashes the wip out, first blowing out he candles, then splitting them in half, he then cast the whip aside and sinks back onto the bed* Braeden... I should have ben here... and should not be like this, I have done nothing but think about you, dream about you... and now that I have finally returned to you I am like this... I am sorry.. *he stands once again, and walks over to his son and wife, fighting loss of blood rather well, he wraps one arm around Braeden and leans down to Keiran, he gently plays with him, offering his fingers for the infant to grasp. He then kisses Braeden once more and kisses his son good night* Rest Keiran, you wil rule this kingdom some day, though for now tyke, you must sleep *he says in the perfect ammused loving father way, then kisses Braden once more, after making sure his son was warm and dosing he lifts Braeden once again and takes her over to the bed, laying her down ever so gently, tehn siting beside her*
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