Arlyth’Kaeion, sole Heir of his father's House, looked up from his knees at the speaker of the voice. He had been staring at the floor, and was thankful that his cloak had covered him. Still on one knee, he swallowed, and spoke, his tone soft. "Your Highness..."
[ 09-09-2003, 09:59 PM: Message edited by: Calaethis Dragonsbane ]
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