Vesna was not in a good mood. She had only just kicked Councilor Leven out of her house after three hours of a petulant debate that meant nothing and was going nowhere. The man was so senile he could barely hear what she was saying, he should have retired to the Annuls long ago. She breathed slow and deep, truth be told she had been in a bad mood for about three months, she refused to believe it was about Garanth, but she knew it was. Damn the man could be stubborn! She knew he didnt approve of her methods and she tried to keep him in the dark about those activities mostly, but he knew she did them. It was for the safety of the realm, it was necessary, three years of military duty away from her however, that was very unnecessary, there were other generals who could take his place. She huffed again, getting herself riled up about the whole situation once more, the 100th time since he left, when the battering of the door shook her from her fury haze.
She cursed and got up, angrily tramped towards the door. As she went she insisted to herself, never again. They were not suited to eachother, they were too different, it was an unsalvageable romance and she would not pursue it any longer. She was determined, NEVER AGAI- she opened the door and her heart melted.
He was right there, curse him and his unending beard, he was standing right there in a pool of his own blood and followed by thirteen walking corpses. She was too shocked for guarded behaviour, too distressed by the state of him to remember the fight. He grunted and collapsed into her arms, she herself grunting under the weight of him and his armour before wildly looking around for Gorn. Her eyes found him and silently expressed a thousand questions. Gorn was in no state to answer, it was a wonder they weren't all dead. She cursed a second time and lurched to grab a bell by the door, ringing it and summoning the loyalist of her order who stood guard over the house. They all appeared from dark shadows to grab the faint men and drag them inside to lay them down on soft furs before setting about patching them up. Garanth she tended to herself, Gorn beside him, and she quickly got him conscious once again.
