Thread: Rescueing Montague: A 7th Sea Romance (darkangel76 & doom)

Re Rescueing Montague A 7th Sea Romance darkangel76 doo Alexandria opened her eyes slowly. Somewhat groggy, her eyes came into focus and she realized that she was staring up at the ceiling. Furrowing her eyebrows, she wondered how she ended up in Valroixs bed when she clearly remembered falling asleep in the chair. Swallowing, she turned onto her side, her eyes catching sight of the swordsman standing across the room. Valroix looked much better than he had the night before after Alexandria had tended to him. Seeing that made her glad. Remaining still and quiet, she watched him for a while. She couldnt help but notice the smooth planes of his body, his scars, which told stories. Watching him move, as he hovered over a washbasin, she felt her breath catch in her throat. Somehow every corded muscle that moved underneath his skin seemed familiar, as if she knew them well. It was then that she recalled some of her more heated dreams, each one focusing on the man she was looking at. It unnerved her, but she had no choice but to accept it and see what played out. It was the way of things and she had no control over it. Quietly, Alexandria propped herself up on her elbows and then pushed herself up so that she was sitting on the bed upright. Her pale eyes were still fixed on Valroix, studying him rather intently. Just then, he turned to look at her, his face bleeding a little since hed been shaving, a towel pressed against the cut to staunch the bleeding. She smiled inwardly at how he was trying to maintain a neat outward appearance now. Whether it was for her or for other reasons, she didnt care. The fact that he was trying to look professional and well kept was all that mattered because, in her eyes, it showed that he was now taking things seriously, that he just might take her up on her commission. And it didnt hurt that she liked how he looked now that he was cleaned up. Valroix looked at Alexandria for several minutes, his face rather calm given all that theyd gone through the night before. The Lady is awake. You spent the night here in my room, the men below will have the wrong idea. Alexandria felt her heart skip a beat at Valroixs words. He was right. They would. And being of noble birth, part Sorte, part Fey, it would not go over well. Her reputation would be destroyed, totally ruined. Almost instantly, she felt the blood drain away from her face. Protesting will only make things worse, I suggest you simply ignore them, as I will. It is more difficult than I thought it would be, shaving with one hand, Valroix then added. Alexandria just blinked several times, her mind racing over the humiliation shed endure when they left the inn together. How Valroix could be so casual about it was beyond her. She decided shed wear her cloak with the hood up to cover her face. It was the only thing she could do to protect herself from what would come. She didnt want them to see how upset it would make her. Valroix heaved a sigh, his mind appearing to be elsewhere, and then pointed to a tattered article of clothing. My only clean shirt, he said. Alexandria just nodded at his words. Despite last evening's excitement, I believe there is more to what you want from me. You asked about Montague and promised to explain yourself when I completed your task. I believe I did so, and now I wish to know your interest in General Montague. Alexandria narrowed her pale eyes ever so slightly. Valroix had definitely earned the right to learn more about her task. But she couldnt divulge her involvement with the Daughters of Sophia. So, she hoped hed accept what little information she could give him. First, Id like to properly thank you, sir, for your display last night. You bested a terrible man. My brother. Youve no idea the evils that man was capable of and I thank you for freeing me from him. Ive truly never seen anyone your equal. Alexandria gave him a bow of her head as she swung her legs over the bedside and stood up. As for Montague. I can tell you this her voice trailed. He is a great man who fought for a great cause. His expertise is needed once again and it is I who must see to it that hes freed and allowed to fight once more. To continue working toward the cause he originally had fought for. She paused a moment, trying to gauge Valroixs expressions and thoughts. So, will you help me? It wont be easy, I know this. But can you find the will somewhere deep inside yourself to assist me on this matter? As a man, a swordsman, one of Montaigne blood? Alexandria was directly in front of Valroix now as shed walked toward him while shed been speaking of Montague. She looked deeply into his eyes before giving him a low curtsey. Her eyes averted now, fixed on the floor below, she bit down on her lip and awaited his final answer.