"My lord, and newly appointed Esquire of the White Rose."
How the heck did he know that? Jared asked himself. Then he remembered that Kariska was psychic; he would know everything about him just by getting inside his head. Then he remembered something else.
Yesterday when he had first met Kariska, the Emperor had run a hand through his head. Jared didn’t know what effect that had on him, but he had a troubling hunch. Could he possibly have absorbed my memories? he asked himself. It was possible, yes, a being of that power would have done something of that magnitude. When the ”half-breed” thought hit him psychically, Jared clapped a painful hand to his head, and mentally rested his case. He knows me. Gods above help me, he knows me…..
Jared saw Lord Bentley grab his weapon from the wall beside him, but made no attempt to stop him, already knowing that Lord Bentley had heard his acceptance into the Order of the White Rose. Not to mention that he could take care of Kariska and Dusk himself anyway. Jared thought everything would go well the door opened again until Lord Vladimir walked into the room. At this moment, Jared fell out of his chair and disappeared under the nearest table; not out of fear, but out of not wanting Lord Vladimir wanting to see him.
” "I assume you know who I am, Melinda?" "Ah yes, I know who you are." "This…pup never stops thinking of you." It was Kariska again. Underneath the table, Jared narrowed his eyes in anger. Kariska had insulted him. Pup? Pup? I’m 16, damn it! He stared from the darkness of the table as Kariska summoned the blue dress and slippers made of Zaridia silk, and just as he had expected, Jared’s prejudice did lessen somewhat, although not enough to truly trust him. Then he remembered that Kariska still needed 7 drops of his half-Elven blood. As the enchanted clothes were molding themselves onto Melinda’s body, Jared snuck out from under the table, removed the vial from his blacksmith’s apron pocket, and placed it upon the table. Hopefully Kariska would notice it and understand what it was and what it meant.
Melinda meanwhile was in a much stranger situation. She admired the Zaridian silk and actually looked at it on her body in a large mirror on the other side of the room, examining it from all angles and lifting up her feet so she could see the slippers. As Jared stood up, he saw Melinda in a whole new light. He could not begin to describe how beyond beautiful and angelic she now appeared to him. But was Kariska trying to lure him into a trap by inspiring some hidden unfamiliar emotions in him through a gift to Melinda? He cast those thoughts out of his mind as he joined Melinda at the mirror.
“Oh, Jared, aren’t they just marvelous?” Melinda asked, spinning around so Jared could see her from all angles. Jared was truly lost for words; “marvelous” apparently didn’t cut it enough.
He turned to Kariska, and sent a mental thought to him, knowing that the Emperor would hear. ”Despite what you may think about me, being born of Human and Elvish blood, the only thing I can say to you is, well, ‘thank you’.” To prove what he was saying was true, he bowed as low as he could to the Emperor in the most respect that he could muster. He ignored Kariska’s and Vladimir’s arguments about the Void, and was not surprised to hear the same silent scream in his head again, and did not even flinch once. He did, however, proceed to retrieve Lord Bentley’s weapon as it was knocked against the wall by Kariska. He placed it upon the table where Lord Bentley could see it, if ever the need arose for him to pick it up again.
Melinda had been a bit frightened by the sudden appearance of Lords Dusk and Vladimir, knowing that both were of the royalty; but she was freaked out the most by the intrusion of Kariska. But she completely changed her mind once the Emperor had conjured the slippers and dress for her. Once she was finished admiring herself in the mirror, she found her way back to Jared’s side, where she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest, closing her eyes in comfort and rest.
Jared held Melinda close; whatever business Vladimir wanted with him, he wanted to be sure that Melinda was not harmed, or even involved, for that matter. He stroked Melinda’s hair affectionately and stared at Lord Vladimir with anger in his eyes, a sign that he was being cautious about him lest he do anything dangerous.
OOC: OK, I hope I covered everything. Let me know if I may have missed anything. Sorry this is so long!