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Namün
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Date Posted: 18:47:44 04/22/02 Mon
Namün took a deep breath, then opened the door. Predictably, the room was empty. She had been ordered to give the room a good cleaning, change the sheets, air the beds. It appeared the room was destined to remain empty for quite some time. Queen Arwen's room. Palace gossip must be true. She felt a sudden surge of sympathy for the king, a man who, until today, had never even adknowleged her existance. She remembered his smile.
Thinking about the Queen's leaving made her feel rather guilty. Hadn't she just done exactly the same thing? Well, not really she supposed, but similar.
She thought of Madjael. Was she right to have left him? He was rich enough; marriage to him would have guaranteed her security.
Marriage to him would have been wrong though. Not that he'd ever suggested it, of course. Inside, Madjael loved himself far more than he could ever love her. Did he realise? He'd been a good enough lover, matching her passion, but that was all. He treated her like a possession, took it for granted she would be there for him when he wanted, out of his way the rest of the time.
Although, Namün admitted, it hadn't been entirely his fault. She was still searching for someone, her satisfaction with Madjael had died all too quickly. Namün wanted someone who made her heart race when she saw him, someone who made her feel alive in a way no one else could. Once she had realised that Madjael wasn't that man, they had never stood a chance. She wouldn't settle for second best, her fiery nature and deep passions did not suit her for a man she was not a hundred percent committed to.
She shook herself. Now was not the time for introspection. She had work to do, had to work now to keep a roof over her head. Beginning in the absent Queen's sitting room, she started to clean.
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