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Subject: The elven prince

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Vomyr

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Date Posted: 12:31:02 05/24/02 Fri

Vomyr paled visabily and tried to keep the stutter from appearing in his voice. The crossbow that lay on the desk within piles of unfinished letters twinkled in the flickering light of the rooms only torch. It seemed to be winking at him, mocking him silently.

Well my boy, how are you going to get out of this one? You're really in trouble now.

He glared at its shining form and stood up so he could almost look into the eyes of the fuming prince.
"My orders were to remain in this room. I apologise if you feel I should've disobeyed his majesty and attended the fight but I felt it wise to attend to his wishes, after all he's been so tempramental recently."

Inside the valet cringed, waiting for the blow that would surely come. He had just insulted the king and mocked the elven prince in one breath. He cursed himself and the mouth that would not remain silent.

The elfs lips were white with anger.

"However if you believe I would better serve his majesty by attending him in the healing houses I will of course comply." Almost falling over discarded books and his own feet in the rush to escape Vomyr looked once more at the bow resting lightly on the table and the tall warrior standing rigidly beside it.

He could almost hear the unspoken words: this isn't over yet.

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