boo.
the price we pay
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[div class="name tabsContent tabsContent1"]Caspian Emory[/div]
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"Please try to refrain from acting so ridiculously in my presence unless you are the court jester, children. Absolutely not."
A horrible sensation sank through Caspian and into the floor. This was exactly what he had been expecting; there had been no way the king would grant their request. And yet, because of all the time spent trying to just get to this point, Caspian had started to feel like they ought to get something out of it. But now, they had no chance at all. Less than that; their ambition had been replaced with despair.
Something started to bubble up within Caspian; his knuckles turned white as he gripped one of the thick-shafted arrows in the quiver on his hip. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his eyes were as cold as steel and locked on the unforgiving countenance of the king. Had he no pity? Could he not see what little these orphans had -- why take away the only thing they had left? Caspian longed to scream, to pull out his dagger, to throw something, knock the smug look off that pompous bitch--
"I'm going to kill someone." Had he just said that out loud? Caspian forced himself to release his fingers from the arrow, and instead moved his hand down to graze the hilt of his dagger. He wouldn't kill anyone. He would think about it, but he wouldn't kill anyone. Probably.
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[div class="textcontainer tabsContent tabsContent2" style="display:none;"][div class=text]The moment finally came, and Hope began to explain to the king the orphans' tale. Caspian was silent for the entirety of it, choosing only to listen rather than add his own two cents. The others occasionally chimed in, which seemed to add notes of melancholy and sentiment. Was that a good thing? Caspian had a nasty feeling that the king couldn't care less for what the old man had done for them. In fact, the longer Hope spoke, the more an amused look seemed to spread over the king's face.
"Please try to refrain from acting so ridiculously in my presence unless you are the court jester, children. Absolutely not."
A horrible sensation sank through Caspian and into the floor. This was exactly what he had been expecting; there had been no way the king would grant their request. And yet, because of all the time spent trying to just get to this point, Caspian had started to feel like they ought to get something out of it. But now, they had no chance at all. Less than that; their ambition had been replaced with despair.
Something started to bubble up within Caspian; his knuckles turned white as he gripped one of the thick-shafted arrows in the quiver on his hip. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his eyes were as cold as steel and locked on the unforgiving countenance of the king. Had he no pity? Could he not see what little these orphans had -- why take away the only thing they had left? Caspian longed to scream, to pull out his dagger, to throw something, knock the smug look off that pompous bitch--
"I'm going to kill someone." Had he just said that out loud? Caspian forced himself to release his fingers from the arrow, and instead moved his hand down to graze the hilt of his dagger. He wouldn't kill anyone. He would think about it, but he wouldn't kill anyone. Probably.
[/div][/div] [/div][div class=credit]code by sox[/div]
