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Alea was sitting quietly, safe in the knowledge that he was tied up.

He sat stubbornly against the wall. glaring at her.

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Alea was sitting quietly, safe in the knowledge that he was tied up.

He sat stubbornly against the wall. glaring at her.

Alea glanced at him and then back at her mirror. She was busy painting a tattoo onto her cheek.

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Alea was sitting quietly, safe in the knowledge that he was tied up.

He sat stubbornly against the wall. glaring at her.

Alea glanced at him and then back at her mirror. She was busy painting a tattoo onto her cheek.

"M'lady." He said through gritted teeth, "Let me, FREE."

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Alea was sitting quietly, safe in the knowledge that he was tied up.

He sat stubbornly against the wall. glaring at her.

Alea glanced at him and then back at her mirror. She was busy painting a tattoo onto her cheek.

"M'lady." He said through gritted teeth, "Let me, FREE."

"No." She said simply, looking at him. "I can't. Letting you free breaks all my rules." She smiled at him. "Besides, were would you go? My estate is magicaly walled in to stop people from escaping." She pulled up her sleeve to reveal a long scar. "The marks never leave." The scar opened more questions: How did she get it and why? Was she really the mistress of the house? Or just a slave who happened to have control?

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Alea was sitting quietly, safe in the knowledge that he was tied up.

He sat stubbornly against the wall. glaring at her.

Alea glanced at him and then back at her mirror. She was busy painting a tattoo onto her cheek.

"M'lady." He said through gritted teeth, "Let me, FREE."

"No." She said simply, looking at him. "I can't. Letting you free breaks all my rules." She smiled at him. "Besides, were would you go? My estate is magicaly walled in to stop people from escaping." She pulled up her sleeve to reveal a long scar. "The marks never leave." The scar opened more questions: How did she get it and why? Was she really the mistress of the house? Or just a slave who happened to have control?

He snorted, "At least let me off of this.. lead." He said through gritted teeth. "It's undignified, pushy, unfriendly, and a horrible way to get what you want from people."

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Alea was sitting quietly, safe in the knowledge that he was tied up.

He sat stubbornly against the wall. glaring at her.

Alea glanced at him and then back at her mirror. She was busy painting a tattoo onto her cheek.

"M'lady." He said through gritted teeth, "Let me, FREE."

"No." She said simply, looking at him. "I can't. Letting you free breaks all my rules." She smiled at him. "Besides, were would you go? My estate is magicaly walled in to stop people from escaping." She pulled up her sleeve to reveal a long scar. "The marks never leave." The scar opened more questions: How did she get it and why? Was she really the mistress of the house? Or just a slave who happened to have control?

He snorted, "At least let me off of this.. lead." He said through gritted teeth. "It's undignified, pushy, unfriendly, and a horrible way to get what you want from people."

She rolled her eyes. "So?" She asked and went back to work on her face.

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Alea glanced at him and then back at her mirror. She was busy painting a tattoo onto her cheek.

"M'lady." He said through gritted teeth, "Let me, FREE."

"No." She said simply, looking at him. "I can't. Letting you free breaks all my rules." She smiled at him. "Besides, were would you go? My estate is magicaly walled in to stop people from escaping." She pulled up her sleeve to reveal a long scar. "The marks never leave." The scar opened more questions: How did she get it and why? Was she really the mistress of the house? Or just a slave who happened to have control?

He snorted, "At least let me off of this.. lead." He said through gritted teeth. "It's undignified, pushy, unfriendly, and a horrible way to get what you want from people."

She rolled her eyes. "So?" She asked and went back to work on her face.

"Lady..." He said his accent getting thicker as he grew angry. "If you expect me to listen to you at all, you will do as I ask."

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Alea glanced at him and then back at her mirror. She was busy painting a tattoo onto her cheek.

"M'lady." He said through gritted teeth, "Let me, FREE."

"No." She said simply, looking at him. "I can't. Letting you free breaks all my rules." She smiled at him. "Besides, were would you go? My estate is magicaly walled in to stop people from escaping." She pulled up her sleeve to reveal a long scar. "The marks never leave." The scar opened more questions: How did she get it and why? Was she really the mistress of the house? Or just a slave who happened to have control?

He snorted, "At least let me off of this.. lead." He said through gritted teeth. "It's undignified, pushy, unfriendly, and a horrible way to get what you want from people."

She rolled her eyes. "So?" She asked and went back to work on her face.

"Lady..." He said his accent getting thicker as he grew angry. "If you expect me to listen to you at all, you will do as I ask."

She twisted around and made her hand become a ball of purple fire. She aimed it at the rope and shot it. The rope broke and she went back to her face.

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"No." She said simply, looking at him. "I can't. Letting you free breaks all my rules." She smiled at him. "Besides, were would you go? My estate is magicaly walled in to stop people from escaping." She pulled up her sleeve to reveal a long scar. "The marks never leave." The scar opened more questions: How did she get it and why? Was she really the mistress of the house? Or just a slave who happened to have control?

He snorted, "At least let me off of this.. lead." He said through gritted teeth. "It's undignified, pushy, unfriendly, and a horrible way to get what you want from people."

She rolled her eyes. "So?" She asked and went back to work on her face.

"Lady..." He said his accent getting thicker as he grew angry. "If you expect me to listen to you at all, you will do as I ask."

She twisted around and made her hand become a ball of purple fire. She aimed it at the rope and shot it. The rope broke and she went back to her face.

He seemed unphased by the magic, and got to his feet, pulling the rest of the rope off of him, "Thank you." He turned to walk out the door.

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"No." She said simply, looking at him. "I can't. Letting you free breaks all my rules." She smiled at him. "Besides, were would you go? My estate is magicaly walled in to stop people from escaping." She pulled up her sleeve to reveal a long scar. "The marks never leave." The scar opened more questions: How did she get it and why? Was she really the mistress of the house? Or just a slave who happened to have control?

He snorted, "At least let me off of this.. lead." He said through gritted teeth. "It's undignified, pushy, unfriendly, and a horrible way to get what you want from people."

She rolled her eyes. "So?" She asked and went back to work on her face.

"Lady..." He said his accent getting thicker as he grew angry. "If you expect me to listen to you at all, you will do as I ask."

She twisted around and made her hand become a ball of purple fire. She aimed it at the rope and shot it. The rope broke and she went back to her face.

He seemed unphased by the magic, and got to his feet, pulling the rest of the rope off of him, "Thank you." He turned to walk out the door.

Alea watched him sadly.

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She rolled her eyes. "So?" She asked and went back to work on her face.

"Lady..." He said his accent getting thicker as he grew angry. "If you expect me to listen to you at all, you will do as I ask."

She twisted around and made her hand become a ball of purple fire. She aimed it at the rope and shot it. The rope broke and she went back to her face.

He seemed unphased by the magic, and got to his feet, pulling the rest of the rope off of him, "Thank you." He turned to walk out the door.

Alea watched him sadly.

He stopped, sensing her sadness, and then sighed, returning and sitting on the edge of the bed.

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She rolled her eyes. "So?" She asked and went back to work on her face.

"Lady..." He said his accent getting thicker as he grew angry. "If you expect me to listen to you at all, you will do as I ask."

She twisted around and made her hand become a ball of purple fire. She aimed it at the rope and shot it. The rope broke and she went back to her face.

He seemed unphased by the magic, and got to his feet, pulling the rest of the rope off of him, "Thank you." He turned to walk out the door.

Alea watched him sadly.

He stopped, sensing her sadness, and then sighed, returning and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You can go if you like." She said softly.

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She twisted around and made her hand become a ball of purple fire. She aimed it at the rope and shot it. The rope broke and she went back to her face.

He seemed unphased by the magic, and got to his feet, pulling the rest of the rope off of him, "Thank you." He turned to walk out the door.

Alea watched him sadly.

He stopped, sensing her sadness, and then sighed, returning and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You can go if you like." She said softly.

"Just because I'm annoyed doesn't mean I'll leave a woman in pain." He protested, He did not insist that she talk to him, but he didn't leave her alone either. "I just don't like being tied up."

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She twisted around and made her hand become a ball of purple fire. She aimed it at the rope and shot it. The rope broke and she went back to her face.

He seemed unphased by the magic, and got to his feet, pulling the rest of the rope off of him, "Thank you." He turned to walk out the door.

Alea watched him sadly.

He stopped, sensing her sadness, and then sighed, returning and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You can go if you like." She said softly.

"Just because I'm annoyed doesn't mean I'll leave a woman in pain." He protested, He did not insist that she talk to him, but he didn't leave her alone either. "I just don't like being tied up."

Alea watched him. "You are a slave. So act like one." She said - but her heart wasn't in it, she was just saything something.

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Alea watched him sadly.

He stopped, sensing her sadness, and then sighed, returning and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You can go if you like." She said softly.

"Just because I'm annoyed doesn't mean I'll leave a woman in pain." He protested, He did not insist that she talk to him, but he didn't leave her alone either. "I just don't like being tied up."

Alea watched him. "You are a slave. So act like one." She said - but her heart wasn't in it, she was just saything something.

"No, I'm a dragon and priest and a prophet and a prisoner, but I'm never a slave." His heart was behind his words, and they full of power and emotion. He'd make very moving speeches if he wanted to.