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Post by Steerpike on Mar 3, 2008 14:43:50 GMT -5
Steerpike was waiting in his chambers, already dressed and looking out the window.
He smiled coldly and checked his reflection again. Black robes with silver embroidery and a red cloak lined with gold. Every inch a king- or at least, almost a king.
It had all been so easy, he reflected. Almost too easy. And all he'd had to do was cry on cue, act penitent, and he had their hearts in the palm of his hand. All he needed now were the symbols- the crown, the orb, the scepter- and Eleanor on his arm, radiant with joy.
How quickly they had all decided this! How simple the transfer of power! It had been like plucking fruit from a tree.
And his subjects... these poor, foolish Elves. There was a reason the human race had chased them away from the rest of the world. Their way of life was outdated.
He would bring them up to date. They would be the conquerors and not the conquered.
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