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[Bree'Dorian Armunn]

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Bree lay in her bed. One arm bent resting under her head. She was staring in deep thought at the dagger balanced by it's tip at the end of her finger. It's cold steel blade intermingling with the moonlight coming in from the window to cast a twinkling display of both light and shadow across her young face.

Her dagger. Long waited for. Bargained for. It was finally with her. Enoch had seen to that as he promised he would. He'd handed it to her gently, almost reverently. His mohawk reflecting his amused smile when he watched her holding it. She'd been so relieved to have it. As if it held some magnificent power or treasure. Some holy object demanding awe.
But it wasn't. It was just a dagger. The finest steel. Finest balance. Sharpest point. But still, just a dagger.

It was this night, as she stared at it, she realized that it hadn't been the dagger itself she wanted and waited for all this time. Yes, it was still very important to her. The most important of the sentimental objects she hoarded. But it wasn't the dagger her heart had truely craved. It was what it represented. A different place and time. Her life before she came to the strange, angry lands of Sosaria. Her safehaven on Armunn Isle in the Young Kingdoms, far away from Sosaria. Her childhood. She could'nt go back to that. She could never go back. Not really. Life as she'd known it had changed forever. Had changed her in ways she never knew existed before. Many truths had been revealed. And many lies.

The day she left to come to Sosaria, she'd been a child who had never lied. Now, she was becoming a mistress of both lies and truths. What surprised her most was that she wasn't upset by this realization. She was quite proud of it in fact. It was a game to her. A mixture of pretend and hide n' seek. And now... Politics. A new game introduced to her that intrigued her. A game that could change many lives, stop or start wars, feed the hungry or steal from them. Thousands of lives were in the hand of politicians. She was no politician. No, that was for men or women that spoke well, often, and loudly. But for their mouths, politicians also had ears. Bree smiled knowingly. There was a reason she was soft spoken. It was more than just to be lady like. The quieter words were often the ones most heard.

She knew now her place in the Armunn family was secure. It had never been otherwise as she had feared before Her father, her papa, had sensed what she was most afraid of and used it as a tool to control her. Bree closed her icy blue eyes and smiled. He'll need to find another tool now to manipulate me, she thought silently to herself. Or, he could simply just - ask.
Ralph had inadvertantly helped her figure it all out. Ralph offered unconditional...feelings for her. Her papa, Lord Armunn, seemed to love her only conditionally. That belief numbed her. Made her ask herself questions like, If he gets me to do things by proving my worth to stay in the family then doesn't that mean, he's the one not worthy of me? Did he truly do this because he needed proof, or was it all just manipulation to get me to act accordingly?
She tested this with a manipulation of her own. A slight mistep in a rebellious direction placed in just the right way and she stood back to see what would happen. Tarothin's words had been clearly spoken. Too clearly. Without the fear of being disowned blurring the truth from her eyes, she saw it for what it was. Manipulation. Oh, she had no doubt if she ever conciously betrayed him or the Dark Order, she'd be out the door...IF she were lucky.

Looking up at the ceiling in thought, she flicked her finger in one quick movement upwards, sending the dagger up to flip back down on the end of it's hilt, balancing on that same finger. And then there was the future of marriage. It had never been an issue with her before now. The prospect that she would one day marry for power was just a fact. A fact she'd grown up with. One that never bothered her one way or the other, it just..would be, because that is what her papa wished. It was never anything to get excited over or dread. Except now it was a subject of bother. When she was a little girl, first understanding the concept, she'd always imagined that if she were a very good little girl, her papa would find her a husband she could get along with. And if she were a bad little girl, she'd probably end up with an ogre. Love was not considered. Not by her anyway. Her husband would be someone she'd manipulate to do what her papa wished him to do if needed. Another tool in papa's arsenal. Now, the possibility of marriage to Ralph one day didn't exactly please her. He was no ogre by far, but he was not just a man she could get along with either. He was more than that to her. For whatever reason she couldn't fathom, the fact that Ralph was powerful in many ways didn't seem to matter much to her. His smile, his laugh, his hair meant more. For her own greed this was an odd thing for her. The thought of manipulating him was disconcerting, and she couldn't reason why. Maybe papa would know. He knew everything. She'd ask him of it in the morning.
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= Bree Armunn =

Song for Bree


"Even though Imryrr took more after myself, I predict that Bree will be able to shape the land through whispers in diplomats' ears..."
- Lord Tarothin Armunn