Jesslin She'Nedra (jesslin) wrote,
Jesslin She'Nedra
jesslin

forgot to post this... :(

Whether drawn by the contact or instincts Ryan turned, but not to his gunner. His eye was drawn by a swirl of crystal and coffee lying unnaturally still in the arms of a man not very far away who had opposed everything Ryan had been sent to support. The triumphant look on Tyrel's face was not lost on the Delta Squadron commander, who took a threatening step in that direction, hand reaching for a non-existent weapon at his belt. Brent's hand tightened on his shoulder, restraining now instead of warning.

Tyrel raised his head to meet the piercing gaze of the commander. If anything his smile deepened as he handed the fainting flower in his arms to the manservant who materialized at his elbow. Like a pebble in a pond, silence rippled out from the tense tableau, more and more people becoming aware of something not right as a Tyrel moved smoothly between his prize and his enemy.

"I Challenge you," he intoned. Almost as one the Raelans gasped at this. Kat and Pietro arrived to look quizzicly at Brent, who just shook his head. If Ryan understood he wasn't telling as he glared daggers at the Duke, who continued with a sneer.

"I challenge you to a duel at dawn. Meet me upon Fliers Field at the first light, the prize to be your precious treaty. Your lady I hold as surety and ransom against my safe departure." The sneer fell from his lips and his voice softened, became reverant. "As a Lord of this Kingdom, and yet more as a true man, I pledge to her comfort and safety while she is in my care. I hold this as my honor and my right." His face hardened as he scanned the room, taking in the faces of friend and enemy alike. Reading the answer to his challenge in the set of Ryan's face and King Beamon's tight nod he allowed the predatory smile to return. Careless of his safety now Tyrel gathered up his servant with a nod and proceeded out the hall door. Several of his most ardent backers trailed behind the man that cradled Anieka to his breast, an accidental honor guard.

The celebration truly ruined, Beaumon left his chamberlain to see to the disposition of the guests while he took it on himself to meet with the Delta commander who would defend the honor of country and treaty in a few hours.
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