Anwen Fiddler
Wielder of Truth
Please, just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
This wait for destiny won't do,
Anwen shook her head at Gave, "This is no longer your fight, back down before you get hurt. I need someone to stand up for what is right, but this is what is considered correct in our society."
"See, even she knows that I speak the truth." Sir Baronne said with a smug smile, thinking that he had won with as little input as possible. "She is only half noble, so that makes her property."
Anwen then inwardly smiled as she bowed before Sir Baronne, "You are completely correct, I am only half of what I pretend and wish to be. And so... as a piece of property, I cannot own property, and the only thing that I own is my... sword." Tears filled her eyes, but on the inside she was begging that he would take the bait. "If you could please draw it and allow me to see it once more.... I would be forever in your debt, Milord."
He nearly laughed as he took the sword and unsheathed it, looking at it's beautiful and ancient glory. He grinned openly and said, "And this is what I shall fight with."
"Now, Uncle, would you mind repeating what you said earlier about what my father said? Please, I just want to make sure that I heard properly. I am nothing more than an idiotic servant."
"Your father said that I was the heir to the estate." Just then, his voice went silent and his throat began to contract and tighten, leaving him unable to breathe. He dropped the sword and fell tot he ground, clawing at his throat and people began to wonder what sort of witchcraft had taken over him.
Several of the guards rushed forward before Anwen simply shook her head with a victorious laugh, "He spoke a lie and Veritas punishes liars and thieves with death." She then stood up once again and said as Sir Baronne finally went still, his eyes staring hatefully at Anwen, "And as the only blood relative to both, I am the official heiress to the Fiddler estate, making me a noble, whether I am of full blood or not. And I'm sure that it won't say any differently in my father's will."
Be with me, please, I beseech you
Simple things that make you run away
Catch you if I can.
Wielder of Truth
Please, just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
This wait for destiny won't do,
Anwen shook her head at Gave, "This is no longer your fight, back down before you get hurt. I need someone to stand up for what is right, but this is what is considered correct in our society."
"See, even she knows that I speak the truth." Sir Baronne said with a smug smile, thinking that he had won with as little input as possible. "She is only half noble, so that makes her property."
Anwen then inwardly smiled as she bowed before Sir Baronne, "You are completely correct, I am only half of what I pretend and wish to be. And so... as a piece of property, I cannot own property, and the only thing that I own is my... sword." Tears filled her eyes, but on the inside she was begging that he would take the bait. "If you could please draw it and allow me to see it once more.... I would be forever in your debt, Milord."
He nearly laughed as he took the sword and unsheathed it, looking at it's beautiful and ancient glory. He grinned openly and said, "And this is what I shall fight with."
"Now, Uncle, would you mind repeating what you said earlier about what my father said? Please, I just want to make sure that I heard properly. I am nothing more than an idiotic servant."
"Your father said that I was the heir to the estate." Just then, his voice went silent and his throat began to contract and tighten, leaving him unable to breathe. He dropped the sword and fell tot he ground, clawing at his throat and people began to wonder what sort of witchcraft had taken over him.
Several of the guards rushed forward before Anwen simply shook her head with a victorious laugh, "He spoke a lie and Veritas punishes liars and thieves with death." She then stood up once again and said as Sir Baronne finally went still, his eyes staring hatefully at Anwen, "And as the only blood relative to both, I am the official heiress to the Fiddler estate, making me a noble, whether I am of full blood or not. And I'm sure that it won't say any differently in my father's will."
Be with me, please, I beseech you
Simple things that make you run away
Catch you if I can.