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[img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/732f1110-7aec-4ffb-b84a-9812fb19ebb6.jpg[/img][hr][b][i][color=f7976a]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Egyptian Museum - Deep Storage[/center][hr]	

	Vera didn't looked back over to William, listening to his words as her face kept hidden beneath the curls of her hair as she continued to move the tiles that Lady Kingston would need. Her fingers curling into the tiles as she stopped and stood there, still refusing to look at him. His words hitting her hard but perhaps not for the reason he might suspect. Lifting her head slowly, she stared out at the racks of shelving across from her, barely able to place the last tile on the cart before she snapped the fragile piece of history in half. 

	Then she spoke and her voice was angered, guttural, and cold. [color=f7976a]"I am under no such disillusion's to my feeling towards your Mr. Drake and you have more than made yours clear. I am nothing but a conquest. Perhaps a great conquest but a conquest nonetheless. Like any tomb with you, to be raided, and destroyed from within. To be left in ruins with no hope that another would dare come within. To be left cold, dark, and alone while you move onto to your next."[/color] 

	Swallowing the lump in her throat she moved to the end of the cart and placed her hands on the bar, fingers curling around it as she looked down at the tiles. She knew better than to ever say her feelings out loud to him, she would not give him the satisfaction. Love wasn't a game, it wasn't something that people should toy with. People that did so were the most loathsome and she refused to become a piece in such a game. Love wasn't something to have to fight for, or to keep. You stood by the one you loved, you didn't fight to keep them or to obtain them. 

	[color=f7976a]"As far as the Lord Captain goes, feel free. I will not try to stop you. He has returned and already spoken about a promise I made him many years ago. A consideration of marriage I suspect he is wanting to discuss come the morrow and consider it I will if that should be the case. No because he is more [i]legitimate[/i] but because I know a marriage of respect would be far more acceptable than becoming a conquest. Respect is the best I can aspire to,"[/color] she said before she pushed the cart passed him and began to make her way down the rows of relics that lined deep storage. 

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[img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/1b617e2b-de2e-4952-bd44-410f7b633b8c.jpg[/img][hr][b][i][color=a187be]Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks[/color][/i][/b][/center][hr]	

	Aziza smiled softly as she felt his arms return the gentle hug and felt his body relaxing somewhat. It was good to feel that his nerves were soothing at this time, she had hated to see him distressed like he was. At his question she had to think to herself for a moment before she leaned back, her arms still resting on his shoulders as she gazed up at him and found herself chuckling a bit. 

	[color=a187be]"I know a good man when I see one,"[/color] she said gently before her smile faded. [color=a187be]"I have known bad men in the past, I know their looks. I know their ways. I know what they can do. You are not that type of man. You are kind, you offered to protect me this evening even though you knew it could put yourself in danger. You've kept me close and watched out for me. You have always been so kind to me when we have spoken and you have never expected anything in return. Never once trying to take advantage of a situation. I have every reason to trust you Sgt. Walsh and not a single reason to not,"[/color] she said as her hands slipped up and cupped his cheeks gently in her fingers, her thumbs running lightly over his skin. 

	[color=a187be]"If you can trust me enough to be allowed so close, then I owe you the same respect to allow you as close to me."[/color] Letting her hands slip from his skin she stepped back and adjusted her shawl, pulling it back to her shoulders. [color=a187be]"Shall we go find Lauren? It would probably be good if we all turned in for the evening, it's been a very long night so far and seems to be a long week ahead."[/color]