[center][h2]Aryll Imaali[/h2][sub]
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“This is your High Prince. Bow!”

[i]’High Prick,’ is more like it.[/i]

She barely attempted to keep the disdain off of her face. The high prince of these damn mongrels was here? Oh, how she’d like to give him a piece of her mind! She’d been forced from her home, her life, among strangers! She’d been given these rough garments, the food that her nerves wouldn’t let her swallow, and those damned looks of superiority from the guards she dared to make eye contact with. 

And there was the architect of it all, or one of them. Or, perhaps he played no part in it, but if he demanded that the assembled women bow, then he was certainly not acting against it. She wished, very briefly, that she had the courage to leap over the table and wrap her hands around his throat, but it was for the best that she didn’t.

The courage to fight, it seemed, was also a desire to die. 

Still, she looked at some of the other girls, the ones standing. She hadn’t bothered to learn their names, having been too busy sulking to socialize, but now she found herself inspired by them. After all, if all of them stood, they couldn’t rightly kill all of them, could they? Where would they get their brides, then? She stood, jaw set, defiant, until a sickening thought forced its way into her mind.

[i]They can’t kill all of you, but they could just kill you.[/i]

And then another thought, one that made her chest ache a bit. 

[i]Sigmund…[/i]

The defiance left her, then, like air from a balloon. So long as she still lived, it was her duty to keep herself that way. For her father, for her mother. For Sigmund. She had to get back, survive long enough to find an opening.

She looked down, not daring to meet the eyes of the girls that had the bravery to stand. There was shame, then, and a feeling that she’d let them down. She slowly, haltingly lowered herself to her knees and then trained her eyes firmly on the ground. 

And there was the anger, again. For once, it wasn’t at the Drakken, but at herself. 

[i]Coward.[/i]

[hider=Summary]Aryll intends to join the standing club, but wusses out after a brief show of defiance and goes right back to being pissed in silence. [Summary] [/hider]