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[scinlae]

[ The feed switches on suddenly, image nothing more than blur of images and sounds, it is pure luck that it stills to focuses (haphazardly) on a woman ─ wild eyed and pale, gasping, with leaves still in her hair. She levels the tablet with a dissatisfied look, debating whether or not to toss the cursed thing or inspect it further.

The latter would be harder giving her present condition and any curiosity she may have been feeling has been burnt away by exhaustion and anger.

How dare they ─

The camera jerks suddenly and she lets out a pained cry, tablet falling out of her hand to skid across the ground far from her reach. Though, to be honest, the device is the least of her concerns right now. ]

Emrys. [ She grits her teeth, and pushes herself up from the ground. (off camera)

Too proud to ask for help, too stubborn and angry to realize she needs help. My, what will we do with you, young lady?

So enjoy the view of the top of some house and the sky, for that is all you shall be getting. At least until the feed shuts itself off. ]

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[sharpe]

[ He jerks a little, but makes his path steady as he lets her sit down on his bedspread. Well, the thing is dirty enough, he cares not. ]

A servant girl falling fer a prince. [ He snorts quietly. ] That ain't going ta end well fer her.

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[scinlae]

[ Having lived in a hovel for over a year a dirty bedspread does not bother her, she settles down quickly and without fuss. ]

Perhaps not. [ Her dream says otherwise, her dream says that servant girl becomes Queen. Her dream says she will sit upon Morgana's throne.

A dream that strong and that persistent is unlikely to be wrong, it may have already come to pass. ]

The future is difficult to know, much less predict. [ Without thinking she reaches for the bracelet around her wrist. ]

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[sharpe]

[ If Morgana is anyone else, Sharpe would've snorted about words like that. Half-hearted, vague things with barely any meaning. He hates them most. But he barely notices the irritation, because she's a vulnerable woman and Sharpe's mind immediately excuses her for much without even noticing it. ]

Aye, [ he says instead, and he glances at her bracelet. ]

That something important to you?

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[scinlae]

[ She nods, genuine sadness filtering into her expression. ]

It was a gift, from my sister. [ Her thumb brushes over the metal, almost affectionately. ] We shared the same mother, she meant everything to me. [ Inhale. ]

I must confess, I am quite tired.

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[sharpe]

Aye. 'Tis no surprise, after the day you've had. [ He gives her a soft smile, reaching out to squeeze the shoulder. ]

Sleep, milady. I'll watch out fer you.

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[scinlae]

[ A smile she returns though shorter and wan. Hesitation lines her body as she shifts further onto the bed, looking around the room before settling on Sharpe. ]

Stay close, until I am asleep. [ It is a weak request, something she doubts he can deny. If she knows anything for certain, it is that he is quite weak when faced with a vulnerable woman. ]

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[sharpe]

Aye, milady. [ He stands up, walking over to a chair and bringing it over. Sharpe moves to tuck her hair behind her ears so it does not fall into her eyes- but he stops himself. She is a lady, far above his station. More importantly...

He has a vow to Lucille to keep, hasn't he? How can he break it so easily? ]

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[scinlae]

[ She watches him until he settles before laying down herself, pulling his jacket closer around herself, giving no thought to the sheets and blankets beneath her.

For some time she lays in silence simply listening, to something, to him, to everything, but her exhaustion is by no means fake. Soon enough she succumbs and falls asleep, guards lowered and breathing easily.

A sleeping beauty, in every sense of the word. ]