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Ivian wiped the sludge out of his eyes. "What... in the stars..." "Aw, mal..." Louis muttered.

"Holy stars," Louis muttered. "Get away from him!" Ivian demanded, shooing at the guards. "Spears!"

"The earth will consume the flesh," Ivian spoke, "and stars take the soul." He nodded to the executioner, who readied his axe as the guards started chaining Darrin down to the chopping block.

"This is your job?" Louis asked, looking disgusted. Ivian sighed. "Y'know, mom, this was supposed to be a private execution." "Then I'll be quiet about it," she whispered. "Not to be rude, my lord, but if you could please..." the guard--obviously new to the place--seesawed his hands, "get on with it?" Had Ivian been in any other mood, he would've questioned the guard's attitude, if only for the sake of discipline. Personally he thought that people should question him more often, but the guards had no place in doing it. "Right. Of course." He pulled out a scroll of standard-issue solemnities before execution. "Due to your crimes against the crown, you have been sentenced to death by beheading." Thank goodness they're short.

"My lord!" A servant said. "You have a visitor." Ivian turned around. "Very well. Let them in." The servant opened the door to enter an incredibly old yet spry-looking lady. There was a perpetual mischevious grin on her face, and she scanned the room with the look of a child wondering what would be most entertaining to break. All in all, Ivian was very surprised. "Mom???" Ivian demanded. Louis Rewray caught his eye, grin growing larger. "Mornin', m'boy. I hear you've been hard at work, so I decided to come steal some of your time to pay a visit." "You mean you're--" "Not dead yet, no." She began scanning his counter of wine bottles, selecting one and examining the contents. Ivian forced himself to regain his poise and coughed. "Do you need anything?" "What, can a mother not visit her child for the sake of visiting her child?" Louis unstoppered the bottle and poured herself a glass. "I want to catch up with you! See how life's going. I think that we should start with..." her eye twinkled, "your marriage." He stiffened, quickly shooing his guards out. "That's not something to be discussed her and now." "She's a pretty thing. Heard her only duty's to bear your child." Ivian turned around. "One would think that, considering my conception, a woman's 'purpose' is more than sex." Louis strode over to Ivian, placing a hand on his shoulder, despite the fact that he stood a healthy two heads taller than her. "That's right. So you're finally getting it?" "I got that years ago." She shrugged. "Always good to keep track of these things. I'd like to meet her personally one day, if that'd be possible." "You'll meet her soon enough," Ivian replied reassuringly. "Good, good," Louis said, sitting down on Ivian's favorite armchair. "Now I have one more question before I let you get back to your work." "And that is?" Louis poured her glass of wine into a nearby potted plant. "Where do you keep the good stuff?"

Notting the knowing? Wasing the want of know. (I have no clue what you just said)

Aight I'll keep this in mind when I'm bored and have time

In theory yeah, but for this more planning would be nice

"That's not..." Ellis sighed. "Okay."

"I can certainly help with that." Cassander replied.

"So you have a concussion, missy," the doctor said to Wendy. "We'll keep you here for today and make sure you're doing alright. After that you can go home and rest up for a week. We've already contacted the taskmaster; she's given you leave." "I don't..." Wendy looked down. "I don't have a home to go to." The doctor shrugged. "You can figure that out yourself. Not my problem."

"Hey!" The medic grabbed Allivia by the shoulders and yanked her off. "You get out of here. This is a hospital, not a fighting ring!"

"No. I thought I made that clear."

"What're--you... gonna do?" Wendy coughed. "Hide him in--your room? For the rest of... his--life?"

Instead of replying, Wendy slapped Allivia in the face.

Katie nodded. "Right. He'll know what to do. Have you seen him?"