Sunday, November 5, 2017

Somewhat Indefinite Hiatus

As you probably know I haven't been posting for quite some time, I can blame mostly what's been going on in my life but I am starting to get back into this. However, I've found that my interest for Marlowe is sort of burnt out for the time being, I will be focusing my attention on Lyle, which will have new posts up shortly. This is not to say that I won't return to Marlowe, I very well might. But I want to leave it open for the future, full of maybes and hopefullys. The truth is the extremism of Marlowe gets to me, whereas Lyle is already a lot more pleasant and peaceful right. Thank you for reading, and I hope you follow me to Lyle, I'd be happy to have you!

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Stole from the King

1032, Autumn

The room had grown severely quiet when Raiden took his seat in front of Jack. He had been given clean clothes, and eaten – now Raiden had something to say to him. With Kadan and Lorcan beside him, Jack waited for the man to speak.
“I admire you, Jacksyn Wayn.” He said eventually.
Jack moved a little, unsure how to take this new information. He cleared his throat, “In what way?”
“I found something in you I didn’t expect to find in one of the King’s men,” Raiden continued. “When you brought my sister’s treasure to me, I thought you were one of Ancel’s men – and that he was after something in return. But you asked me to keep quiet – and to give an excuse for leaving without it. Tell me why you did that.”
He noted the dryness of his mouth, and cleared his throat again. “A friend of mine gave it to me. She overheard you were looking for it, and she felt it was what the queen would have wanted.”
Raiden nodded and leaned back, thinking hard. “She stole from the King to do what she thought was right?”
“No – I mean, technically.” Jack shrugged.
“I won’t ask you to tell me who this woman is, but she sounds to me of similar value as you.”
“She is – better than I’ll ever be.” Jack spoke with a little more eagerness than intended. 
He spotted a small smile hiding behind the stern man’s face. “I want to offer you a position with me. You’ll have higher pay than what you’re on now and you’ll have a lot more freedom.”
Jack didn’t think of anything but his daughter, and how things would be if he wasn’t near her.
He shook his head, “I can’t leave my daughter.”
Raiden squinted at him, “Your daughter?”
“She works for Lady Mirielle –”
“Mirielle is not a lady,” Raiden interrupted.
“She’s having my girl taught to read and write – as well as wait on her.”
The other man smiled slightly again, “I can make that work.” He crossed his arms, “I’ll have her come and wait on my wife, and she’ll be offered every opportunity to continue her studies.”
Jack looked away for the first time in their conversation; he stared at he flames of the fire. Mirielle had made a home for Payge - the only home his daughter knew. Taking her from that place would break her heart, although he thought, learning of her mother's death might break her heart as well.