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Alliene whirled on her cousin, caught up in fury,
"I do not need you to help me interrogate my prisoner, cousin! I'm already upset with your attitude toward my sister. Did you know she is with child, boy? Not to mention Avalon is sick and driving her nuts. She is more stressed than me, and she's going to have mood-swings every hour. Your addressing her as woman is an affront to her honour as a queen, shes not a bloody whore!" Alliene's hand brushed her side, half expecting to find her sword she she could bat his cheek with it, "Under no circumstances do you address her as such, especially here! What do you think would have happened if Captain Elon or Avalon were in earshot?" she was breathing heavily, her cheek twitching on its own accord.
Zachana felt anger flood her mind from Alliene and unconciously shifted into her dragon form, still cuddled against Shadow, growling dangerously.
Elon cast a look about the guards that were gathered and scowled, "Your brother? Small world. Fortunatley these men are not of high houses," he elbowed his way roughly to the front and whipped out his double edged long sword, cutting the bonds from the drows mouth and wrists.
"What do you think you're doing?" One of the guards started towards him, blade half drawn.
"I'm taking this drow to the estates of her Majesty Verloren of Defari, by her pardon," the guard halted uncertainly and Elon pointed his sword at him, "You know her power, and you know my position, stand back" the guards instantly back off, eyes cast down, and the peasants started muttering. Elon picked up the drow as if he weighed nothing and walked quickly towards the exit,
"Come on," he growled to Aeris, "We can't remain here,"
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