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410 CE
"I am coming with you."
Darius looked at the woman that was standing before him for a long moment, and then he started to laugh.
Callestina flinched at the harsh sound, but still held her ground, determined to make him see that she could be an asset to him. "What is it exactly that you find so humorous?"
The laughter stopped just as suddenly as it had started, and a hard dangerous look came into the General’s eyes. It was a look that the soldiers in his army had long ago learned to respect, and even to fear. "The fact that you seem to think that you actually mean enough to me that I would take you to Paris."
Her eyes narrowed, and she got a rather imperious look about her. "You will take me to Paris, Darius, or I will inform my brother of how you seduced me into your bed. Then we will see just how far you get on your little campaign."
Darius was out of his chair and had his hands around her throat before she even realized that he had been intending to move. He dug his thumbs into her windpipe and squeezed, his voice a low growl that barely even hinted at the true rage that was showing in his eyes. "You were a diversion and a means to an end, Callestina, nothing more. You mean less to me than my horse, and chances are you mean about the same to Alaric."
She grabbed at his hands, trying to pull them away from her neck, but he was too strong for her. Soon, the world seemed to shrink around her until all she could see was his eyes, and even those were starting to fade. She was dying, and there was nothing that she could do to stop it.
Darius leaned in, making sure that she would hear him even as her body started to go limp. "Remember this when you draw your next breath. If you so much as hint to your brother about what happened here, then I will come back and I will make sure that the next time I am finished with you, that you won’t be waking up again."
And then everything went black.
"I am coming with you."
Darius looked at the woman that was standing before him for a long moment, and then he started to laugh.
Callestina flinched at the harsh sound, but still held her ground, determined to make him see that she could be an asset to him. "What is it exactly that you find so humorous?"
The laughter stopped just as suddenly as it had started, and a hard dangerous look came into the General’s eyes. It was a look that the soldiers in his army had long ago learned to respect, and even to fear. "The fact that you seem to think that you actually mean enough to me that I would take you to Paris."
Her eyes narrowed, and she got a rather imperious look about her. "You will take me to Paris, Darius, or I will inform my brother of how you seduced me into your bed. Then we will see just how far you get on your little campaign."
Darius was out of his chair and had his hands around her throat before she even realized that he had been intending to move. He dug his thumbs into her windpipe and squeezed, his voice a low growl that barely even hinted at the true rage that was showing in his eyes. "You were a diversion and a means to an end, Callestina, nothing more. You mean less to me than my horse, and chances are you mean about the same to Alaric."
She grabbed at his hands, trying to pull them away from her neck, but he was too strong for her. Soon, the world seemed to shrink around her until all she could see was his eyes, and even those were starting to fade. She was dying, and there was nothing that she could do to stop it.
Darius leaned in, making sure that she would hear him even as her body started to go limp. "Remember this when you draw your next breath. If you so much as hint to your brother about what happened here, then I will come back and I will make sure that the next time I am finished with you, that you won’t be waking up again."
And then everything went black.
