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Subject: A refusal Author: Namün [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:43:56 04/23/02 Tue Namün stood firm. It had taken only moments for her to realise that the King wouldn't make more than a token effort to get rid of her. She had known enough men to be a good enough judge of their character, and the man who ruled her country was already too emotionally exhausted to put up any battle against her will. He wouldn't have her harmed, she could see it in his eyes. It was more than just curiosity that kept her there though. Namün could see the deep hurt barely masked in his face. She didn't want to leave him alone. From her own experience, alone was not a good place to be. He asked her about the scar. Namün looked down at herself self-consciously. She had been told that in time, the scar would fade to a pale line on her skin, but right now it was still a narrow but angry red score, a vivid gash against her smooth skin. She tried again to pull her blouse over to hide the mark, but failed. "I was attacked. Three men, one of them had a knife. The- usual thing happened, and when I tried to fight, he cut me." The simple, bare truth. Told like that, it didn't hurt. It was only when people tried to delve deeper into the issues surrounding it that she felt the recurring stab of pain and anger. She took a deep breath and looked defiantly into the monarchs eyes, watching the emotions flash across his face as he registered what she'd said. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]