Xanaphia
Biblically Accurate Bitch
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
“You’re allowed to call witnesses to help your case,” Rielle explained, leaning against the far wall of the dungeons. As far away as she could without being rude. “Do you think anyone else would testify on your behalf? The group sent to Monsford indicated in their reports that you were instrumental to the defense of the town, would you want any of them to testify? Or Clara? Think about it, anyways.” At that, Rielle stood up away from the well and caught his eyes again.
“Get some rest. I’ll be back by tomorrow, to get a full exhaustive testimony regarding the events of Mykel’s murder. As well as more details about how your soul was removed. Both your human soul and the demonic one.” With one last look, she left the dungeons.
“Rough day?” Edwin asked, tapping her shoulder. When Rielle looked up from the book she was nose deep in, he passed her a glass of wine.
“That is a generous assessment, yes,” Rielle noted, placing a ribbon on her page before closing the book and accepting the wine. Still, she smiled up to her husband. “I really should assign a new high inquisitor, before I am stuck pulling double duty.”
“You’d still be pouring through these books, even if you had someone else to do it. You have a new puzzle, and you won’t be satisfied until you solve it,” he concluded, smirking as he used deductive reasoning against her. “Should I even ask what it is?”
“How does a human survive the sundering of his soul from his body? Twice?”
“So it’s about Matthias?” Edwin asked, Rielle felt herself get embarrassed, and turned away.
“I’m sorry I…”
“Don’t be, I’m not jealous.”
“You’re not jealous? Not even a little?”
“Ok, I am a little jealous,” Edwin admitted, knowing better than to play the interrogation game with her, “but I also know what it’s like to lose someone you love. I love you Rielle, and I am very happy with you, but there is very little I wouldn’t give up to have my Gwen back. They say you never forget your first love.”
“Well, now I’m jealous,” Rielle teased, resting against Edwin’s shoulder, intertwining her fair hand with his dark one. He kissed her on her silver locks.
“I’m jealous, you’re jealous. Should I go down into that cell and make a big fuss about how you are my wife? That way he can feel jealous too? Who else can we pull into this jealousy chain?” he joked, and Rielle couldn’t help but laugh. It felt good, after everything that had happened this day.
“You aren’t mad I am trying to help him?”
“That’s the woman I married, for better or worse. I know better than to get between you and your puzzles.” He kissed her hand as she drank her wine.
“And what would you do with me if you did get your Gwen back?”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’d keep you both.”
“Get some rest. I’ll be back by tomorrow, to get a full exhaustive testimony regarding the events of Mykel’s murder. As well as more details about how your soul was removed. Both your human soul and the demonic one.” With one last look, she left the dungeons.
“Rough day?” Edwin asked, tapping her shoulder. When Rielle looked up from the book she was nose deep in, he passed her a glass of wine.
“That is a generous assessment, yes,” Rielle noted, placing a ribbon on her page before closing the book and accepting the wine. Still, she smiled up to her husband. “I really should assign a new high inquisitor, before I am stuck pulling double duty.”
“You’d still be pouring through these books, even if you had someone else to do it. You have a new puzzle, and you won’t be satisfied until you solve it,” he concluded, smirking as he used deductive reasoning against her. “Should I even ask what it is?”
“How does a human survive the sundering of his soul from his body? Twice?”
“So it’s about Matthias?” Edwin asked, Rielle felt herself get embarrassed, and turned away.
“I’m sorry I…”
“Don’t be, I’m not jealous.”
“You’re not jealous? Not even a little?”
“Ok, I am a little jealous,” Edwin admitted, knowing better than to play the interrogation game with her, “but I also know what it’s like to lose someone you love. I love you Rielle, and I am very happy with you, but there is very little I wouldn’t give up to have my Gwen back. They say you never forget your first love.”
“Well, now I’m jealous,” Rielle teased, resting against Edwin’s shoulder, intertwining her fair hand with his dark one. He kissed her on her silver locks.
“I’m jealous, you’re jealous. Should I go down into that cell and make a big fuss about how you are my wife? That way he can feel jealous too? Who else can we pull into this jealousy chain?” he joked, and Rielle couldn’t help but laugh. It felt good, after everything that had happened this day.
“You aren’t mad I am trying to help him?”
“That’s the woman I married, for better or worse. I know better than to get between you and your puzzles.” He kissed her hand as she drank her wine.
“And what would you do with me if you did get your Gwen back?”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’d keep you both.”