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Sister Bride of Aubree [@Ellion] and Bride of Kagan [@ghastlyInc]
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Adora barely contemplated what her sister said to her regarding her already being a slave.  As she saw it, she had more freedom here than she'd had back home as a noblewoman.  Though, time could only tell if her ability to do what small things she wished would remain.  Besides, there was a difference between subservience to her Drakkan overlords and to a sister bride.  No matter how grumpy that girl may be.
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It was.... Fine.

Fine?

He wasn't upset or angered by her touch?  She paused to glance over her shoulder at him as her fingers touched the salve and wrap in question.  She brought them with her back to the table despite his insistence that it had been cleaned.  She set the salve and gauze wrap on the table as she knelt at his side.  Her fingers reached out and touched the back of his hand, the tips skimming the surface.  She could feel the bones beneath his flesh.  His skin here was surprising soft compared to the calluses which covered his palm and fingers.  When the hand appeared free she took it in her own and raised the palm to her lips where she placed soft kisses along the palm of it.  She then pressed her cheek into the palm, looking up into his eyes with worry lacing her own black orbs.

[color=BC79CB][b]"Despite it having been cleaned, when exposed to outside sources infection is still a possibility.  I would feel eternally relieved if you would allow me this small token of affection."[/b][/color]  Her words came out half whispered as she turned her lips toward the palm again.  Once she had his acceptance a bright smile lit up her features.  She removed the lid from the salve and as delicately as possible spread it over the gash.  The salve had a slight warming property to it and smelled of an earthy wood and mint.  Once the cut was properly covered, a layer of white potion so thick the cut could not be seen, she wound the wrap around his palm.  Tight enough that it would not move but loose enough to allow him full range of motion.  She tied the wrap off and set about putting her medicinal supplies away.


The next thing he said shocked her slightly.  As she closed the lid of her trunk a flutter of hope spread its wings in her heart and flitted about her belly.  Collars?  Brands?  Were they mere chattle?  She supposed so, though this statement meant, perhaps, he had decided to keep her after all.  She wouldn't be killed?  Slave to a fairly calm Drakkan was so much better than her death.  She did not look forward to the branding, of course.  But if it meant she could stay then she was willing to let him put scars all over her face and take her feet.  And some light shopping?  At least he was offering them something fun, some sort of bribe for their acquiescence.  She allowed herself to hope this was not some stab back at the prince when he returned her.  That he really did intend to bring her back to his home.  That was what he was saying after all.  Adora felt lighter than she had that morning.  Than even the night before.  She would not allow herself relief just yet.  But hope was harmless, wasn't it?

[color=BC79CB][b]"Is it a meeting with the prince?"[/b][/color] she inquired, coming back to join the pair.  After additional movements of his hand with the wrapping on she did a quick check that it had stayed firmly in place.  Once satisfied that it had, she placed a hand on his shoulder and offered him a light kiss on the cheek before wandering off to begin the process of packing things up and tidying the bed.  She felt that she was practically walking on air.


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She insists on wrapping up the hurt hand.  Gets her hopes up that she will be kept and not turned into a dead body.  Is excited to go shopping though not excited about the branding.  Whatever it takes.
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