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(( Due to me being selfish...I played instead of writing earlier...I believe this fits though, and is harmless enough if not))
Dartel had wandered in late to the ceremony, stationing himself far to the back, well behind everyone and everything. In the days since the ill-fated saving, if you could call it that, of Predian's life, Dartel had gone back over his tomes, over his notes, over every bit of his life nearly as he fought to once more gain control of his thoughts, his emotions.
Despite his hatred for Thrennoadae, Dartel now acutely felt Predian's undying love for her...along with Kaidric's twisted desires. All these emotions made his stomach swallow itself as he felt on the verge of doubling over. A soft, pained moan passed his lips, which was quickly accompanied by a Shh! from the woman seated in front of where he stood. Dartel glared viciously at her, one side of his mouth curling up in a sneer as her eyes opened wide in fear and she quickly turned her back to him, wrapping her arms protectively around herself.
Dartel watched the ceremony intently, hoping beyond hope that upon their joining once more, that he would be released from this hell. He tilted his head curiously as he noticed the distress etched on Thrennoadae's face, turned to follow her gaze and noticed Kaidric off in the distance. Dartel blanched as he saw the brothers' lips moving in unison, mumbling to himself, "Then my worst fears are realized, but thank the Gods only a bit of myself was tied into those magics." He spun his head around, watching Thrennoadae sprint off, a handful of fabric clenched tightly in one hand as she lifted her beautiful dress a bit, allowing her to stride freely as she bounded away.
As the ruckus began, Dartel quietly snuck out the door and made his way down the path to the stablemaster, his fingers nervously turning the silver over and over in his hands as his mind raced.
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