Thread: Love and Betrayal   (Unlucky & Candria)

RE Love and Betrayal Unlucky Candira Sophia listened to his story as though it were the very reason she'd come into this world. She had been told by trustworthy individuals that Harold had died, and that the Artorias family had been traitors. She frowned, wondering what motives the king would have for getting rid of two of his most loyal subjects. She knew them well--they never would have done a thing to harm the king. It didn't make sense for the king to want them gone, so why would he have allowed someone to frame them like this? But then her step-father's name entered the conversation and her eyes went cold. The man who'd had her sent away after she was born and brought her back only to use as a pawn...yes, it would make sense that he was involved in this somehow. He had always been a cold and calculating man. Since he had taken care of her mother, however, Sophia tolerated her own treatment and showed the man a decent amount of respect and gratitude. She did what she was asked to keep her mother well. But this....this treachery could not be forgiven. He had crossed the line when he'd become involved in the death of another. The death of her dear friend's father. She listened as he justified himself, as he told her why he needed her to come with him, why he had come for her in particular. It seemed as though she was the target...but the lack of Heldrick's presence meant that he had escaped--left her here--and probably taken her mother with him. He still had his hands on someone precious to her, so she had to tread carefully. Harold would understand that, but she wondered what he could do at this point. I thought something suspicious was happening, but they keep me locked away until they need me--like a damned bird. I'm so sorry I couldn't help him. I'm sorry about what happened to you and your father. He was the best person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. She smiled softly and took his hand to reassure him, despite the fact that he probably couldn't feel it. It was the thought that counted. If you need me to exact your revenge...I understand. My step-father is a much crueler man than even I realized. That he could be involved in such an act... It is unforgivable. She looked into his dark blue eyes, her own grey ones shining fiercely in the night. I will do whatever it takes to help you, Harold. But until we find out who exactly is responsible for all of this and why it happened, I hope you'll delay any action against the king. It just doesn't make sense for him to have framed you and your father. You were loyal to him. Someone must have tricked him...Please, wait a little longer. You need to twist my step-father's arm anyway. I can help you find out what you need to know. It hasn't been so long since I was a thief. His vows to protect her rang through her head and she smiled. Of course he would. Harold would never stand for her being hurt or mistreated in any way. They were friends, but he held a respect for all women that seemed somehow unique in this world. It was one of the many qualities that made him admirable. Thank you for watching over me, Harold. You are my hero. She smiled and hugged him again, lingering a bit more this time, needing his comfort--needing to give hers. This sort of thing couldn't last long--certainly not in the eyes of the rebels. It would incite all sorts of resentment--moreso than what they already felt. The two of them would need to be careful in front of the others. After a long moment, she sighed and let him go. Do what you must my friend. But, please, don't do it alone.