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Btw, how am I doing? This still fun and/or entertaining?
His demonor continued to change; it would have been frustrating, had the lady not already had her fill today. She rolled her eyes at his first comment, only imagining what kind of painted thing he would have spent his night with.

"Plans?" she repeated his last thought, and chuckled. "My life is too uncertain to make any kind of plan, my lord."

Still, she'd be lying if she didn't admit to being hungry. So, while her suspicion still rang high, she gave him a small bow. "A begger can never say no to free food, my lord," she said. "I am grateful."

"May I purpose an idea, before you go?" Lola quipped. "One that would forgo the need for irons, yet allow his lordship to keep his new 'partner' out of danger?"

Miranda turned. "I'm listening."

The healer smirked, and stood up.

"I have in my possession, as a needs of payment from some," she said. "Various finery for women. Why not simply put a dress over the mouse and tell the court she's a friend of a friend you're watching out for? I imagine half of what you tell is lies anyway, what's one more?"

"Hey!" The red-head said, twitching. "Who are you calling a mouse?!"

Lola narrowed her eyes. "Trust me, my friend," she said, lowly. "Amidst the courtiers, it's all you'd be as you are now; and they'd gut you on sight."
Miranda had to admit, she was shocked. She expected the noblemen to pin this on her, saying she should have tried harder; run away, done more, that sort of thing. Instead, Khaylan took responsibility for the situation, and actually met her with an appology. Such amove rendered the blond speechless, before looking away in a way might even describe as bashful, or at least caught off guard.

"Um....actually," she said. "That...does at least...make me feel a little better. Thank you."

Lola shook her head. "I'm afraid not, my lord," she said. "Twere it a curse, I could undo it rather easy. But I'm afraid this is but a spell, nothing so malicious."

Miranda scoffed. "Not malicious, right," she corssed her arms "It's just a spell that robes me of my will, nothing special."

"Actually, it was devised for betrothed couples," Lola giggled. :"You see, if the two of you get frisky with anyone else, you're officially stuck like this forever. It was done as a means to keep betrothed couples from mating with anyone else before they consummated the marriage; dignity and all that."

Oh great, more good news, the girl thought. Hilde gently stood up, and approached the two bound souls.

"Milord," she said, voice shaking, but full of courage. "I must ask, what is it you intend to do now? I...I fear you may have frightening plans for my friend."

The concept made Miranda quirk a brow. "Yes, Milord..." she wondered; not aggressively, but certainly dryly. "I suppose you intend to put me under protective custody now? I would hope not, as such treatment would feel more like imprisonment than protection."
"Sure," Keiko answered automatically. "I know the feeling, go ahead."

The trio managed to paddle it's way back to the mainland, before disguarding the boat. Keiko warned them to collect anything they needed from the boat now, as it wasn't due to last long.

"I'm gonna destroy it, and send it drifting," she explained. "With any luck, they'll think we drowned. Otherwise, they'll at least lose our trail."
I do too. All that work and poof! All gone.

Off break now, blargh >< Which, oddly enough, means I should post more, as I'll be looking for a distraction.
The healer snorted. "Ah, were it so simple, my lord," she all but laughed. "It's not a curse, that's what's confusing. This is the kind of thing normally done in the romantic circles. There's a specific ritual to undo it that can only be done on the new moon...or," she winked. "to, eh, bond in the physical sense, if you catch my drift."

Miranda's face flushed bright red. "No, no!" She shook her head furiously. "Absolutely not!"

"Well then, I guess you have a month to wait for that ritual," Lola said. "I can even perform it free of charge..." she narrowed her eyes at Khaylan. "If milord can promise to be a gentleman and not 'mistreat' an innocent girl in the meantime."

Anger flooded Miranda's system. Despite the ache in her shoulders, she stood up, and pointed an accusing finger at Khaylan.

"You," she said, venom dripping from her words. "This is all your fault! If you hadn't mucked around with dangerous magic, I wouldn't be in tis mess!"
They were alive, at least. Still, the thought of her mother and father stuck in the ice made her shudder, wrapping her arms around her body. But Lysander was right, there was hope in getting them back. So she smiled at the pale prince, and nodded her head.

Caspian's entrance drew quite a different reaction. As Lysander's hand dropped, the princess felt her face flush. She desperately tried to suppress the memories of that kiss, but they came back one at a time, and it became very tricky to keep her mind straight.

"She...wants me?" That news was enough to get her to stop, eyes widening. They quickly narrowed then, clenching her fists. "It's Dumas...that...that-" She couldn't finish the sentence. "I'm not foolish enough to fall for his lies twice; nor to think Narnia would be spared by my sacrifice. This is a lie, plain and simple."

That meant war, though. The princess groaned, turning away from the two, and pacing back and forth. They'd be fighting for her sake, animals and people alike would die because she couldn't save herself. "I...I can't ask for this," she said, putting her hands over her forehead. "I cannot ask for blood to be shed for me, not like this. Isn't there anything we can do?"
I did, I did; just sad to see it over. Means getting back under a rock, and that's never fun.

Btw; you have a word hanging on the end of your post.
The healer looked grim. "I feared as much," she said, stopping her page turning. "Yes, exactly as I feared."

"Feared what?" Miranda demanded. "What's going on?"

The healer shook her head and placed the open book on the table. "Tis a spell of soul-binding," she said. "A Soul Bridge' specifically. The witch has used dear Miranda's blood to connect your spirits as one."

She pointed to Khaylan. "Thus, if you are injured by, say, a bolt," she winked. "So is she," she turned her eyes to Miranda. "Likewise, were you to get killed, say, in a skirmish, he would die as well. And vice versa."

"WHAT?!" The bard painfully sprang to her feet, only barely noticing her body ache in protest. "You can't be serious!"

"I speak the truth, my friend," Lola said. "I'm afraid, my lord, that the witch has killed you in a round-about fashion. Your life is now in the hands of someone who dwells in the dangerous sections of the city."
Will do.

Meh, my break's almost over. The idea of climbing back under the pile of work doesn't sit well with me ><
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