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A grim smile flickered over the Prince's face, his hand still raised high up into the air. "Aye, you did!" He called out into the unknown, his voice reverberating through the caverns with lay beyond. His voice echoing through the tunnels as he shouted. Those within the caravan hanging back...

The man crumpled to the floor like a rag doll. Thudding onto the earth without pomp or ceremony, and instantly Talmanes knew what had happened. A curse left his lips, and with only a single glance towards the others the Prince suddenly rushed forward into danger. "A'kili!" He called out into...

From there the night slipped away, and dawn jumped quickly upon it's heels. There was no sun, of course, not yet, but the time passed nonetheless. By the time noon rolled around the Caravan had once again gotten rolling. The last piece of their second leg went as smoothly as the rest had, no...

Talmanes did not say anything else, but he hoped that she remembered his words. There was no telling what the future held. He had planned well, and things had gone his way so far, but there was no real telling what twist or turn fate would throw their way. They had to be careful, and now that...

"Yes." He breathed in soft retort. A part of him never wanted to leave that moment. There would have been no gift greater than remaining in that tent with her. It felt like an age since he had given someone his trust. Like a century since he'd allowed someone this close without the fear of a...

Talmanes' fingers stroked slowly through Trista's hair. Drawing long rivers through the dyed dark hair, slowly flowing down until he touched her bare skin. His chest slowly rose and fell, heart beating like a steady drum. Trista's warmth pressed half against his side and half atop him. His...

"Good." He breathed against her lips as Trista finally allowed him a second to draw air into his lungs. The Warmth of her body pressed against his was a welcome revelation. As if it were something that he had not known he'd missed. His fingers slowly drew up, first dancing over her thighs...

Talmanes didn't care who saw them. Didn't care that Volstus would surely bring down a rebuke of hellish proportions upon him. They knew not the truth. No one did. Not his oldest friend, not the slaves whose fate was to die, not the dreamers set up on the path of pilgrimage, and certainly not...

Hearing those words whispered from her lips sent a chill through Talmanes. Goosebumps crawled over his skin, hairs standing up as they resonated within his ears. The quiet murmur echoing as though it had been a shout. ”They will.” He assured her, as if sealing a pact. A thrill ran through him...

"Then it will." Talmanes spoke with such conviction, that it was almost impossible not to believe it would be true. The Prince had a way of doing that. His words a strange transfiguration of reality itself. Bending the world and what lay within it to his wants and needs. There was little doubt...

”Good.” Tal said without a single moment of hesitation. Had she desired it, he would have sent her anywhere in the world. The gold he had earned during his time in Alliria was nearly untouched. Tucked away and hidden by the twins until it was needed. Had Trista wanted to leave, it would have...

Talmanes smiled. "Then you will." His fingers, ever so gently, released her chin. Though his palm did not draw away from her. Hovering just a few inches away. There was a moment, a long pause as he seemed to study her. "Do not feel trapped." There was something in the Prince's voice, an...

Tal couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. The small expression lingering as he listened to Trista's words and heard the measure of her tone. There was a calm to the way that she spoke, and as she continued his eyes drew to meet hers. Holding Trista's gaze until her eyes dropped to...

A soft smile touched Talmanes' lips, lingering there at her words. He knew what he was. He knew what he would be. There were things that he had done that could not be forgiven. His own friend would kill him for just one of those things, and yet he knew that he would keep going. Knew that he...

For a long time the Prince did not answer, instead just watching the fire. It wasn't like it always was, when he remained quiet. There was no dramatic pause, no little game he was playing, nothing dangling in the air that Trista could just about grab. No, instead it was obvious Talmanes was...