Molag Bal: You are just a thing to be broken, even you must know that!

 

 

Shea: My lord I...

 

 

Shea: (Crying)

 

 

Molag Bal: Stop your bitching mortal!

 

 

Molag Bal: You are nothing, something to be broken, and used!

 

 

Molag Bal: Now stop your fucking crying and get used to it!

 

 

Shea: (Crying)

 

 

In Draconham...

 

Solomia: I'm sorry.

 

 

Solomia: Gods how did we get here? What happened to us?

 

 

Solomia: I know I didn't do much for you when we were children.

 

 

Solomia: I didn't stop father

 

 

Solomia: I didn't stop mother

 

 

Solomia: I stopped none of it, but you...you mean too much to be gone now...its already been days.

 

 

Solomia: I just want you back, I've lived without you for months, but totally without you, I don't think I can.

 

 

Solomia: Just give me a sign, give me anything.

 

 

Solomia: Just the slightest movement...please.

 

 

Solomia: Well...I'll come and see you tomorrow, I'm sorry.

 

 

Solomia: See you tomorrow sis.

 

 

Shea: Oh wow, leaving that quick?

 

 

Solomia: What?!

 

 

Moments later...

 

Solomia: How long were you listening to me?

 

 

Shea: Oh not long.

 

 

Shea: But enough that I had to wake up.

 

 

Shea: Long enough to hear your voice and long enough for me to love it again.

 

 

Solomia: That still doesn't answer my question.

 

 

Shea: A few minutes, that's all.

 

 

Solomia: Hmmm, I thought you were listening longer, you were fidgeting quite a bit.

 

 

Solomia: Maybe I was imagining it, but they said there would be some movements.

 

 

Shea: No I doubt it. (Kisses)

 

 

Solomia: Thank you, for coming back.

 

 

Shea: I never really had a choice, I don't choose when I die.

 

 

Solomia: Well this is nice and all, but I have a castle to run.

 

 

Shea: Really? Going to cut this all off for work? Fine.

 

 

Shea: Now what should I wear?

 

 

An hour or so later...

 

Solomia: Oh for fuck's sake!

 

 

Shea: Uh oh, she's not in a good mood.

 

 

Shea: Sis, do you mind not wrecking the chamber?

 

 

Solomia: I'm not in the mood Shea.

 

 

Solomia: In fact I'm in a shit mood, so don't try and start anything, please.

 

 

Shea: Hey! I'm not the one throwing things around.

 

 

Solomia: Fine...but there's a huge pile of work to do and I don't think you can help me with it.

 

 

Shea: Are you sure, I don't know about ruling, but I know a few things?

 

 

Solomia: As I said, I doubt it, so just go before I lose my temper again.

 

 

Shea: You sound like you're about to anyway, besides yours can't be much worse than mine.

 

 

Solomia: Oh they're lot worse than yours, trust me.

 

 

Shea: I think I might take your word for it then.

 

 

Solomia: Yeah do it, because dealings with lords and ladies is very frustrating.

 

 

Solomia: I all of a sudden have a lot more respect for monarchs and rulers.

 

 

Shea: First of all, you still don't have any respect for them and second, they have people to do it for them.

 

 

Solomia: True, but really go. Because you don't want to be sat here, I can tell on your face. You have that look of false enthusiasm.

 

 

Solomia: Why not take the door?

 

 

Shea: Because anyone can survive this fall clearly, it's 'only two metres' at most.

 

 

Shea: I mean this type of fall never harms anyone right?

 

 

An hour later...

 

Shea: Huh? An unsent scroll. Maybe I'll take a read.

 

 

Shea: Can't be that top secret right?

 

 

Shea: "Dear Queen Orianna of Raven Castle, due to your many threats against us we are going to make ours. In fact we made ours long ago."

 

 

Shea: "I Solomia Lannisdayne now of Draconham Castle declare war on House Draconham and all of its vassals and holdings. I shall see you on the battlefield- Solomia Lannisdayne."

 

 

Shea: What the fuck is she thinking?!

 

 

Shea: Is she looking to kill us all?!

 

 

Solomia: Hey, what's wrong?

 

 

Solomia: You look like shit, really.

 

 

Shea: When were you going to tell me?

 

 

Solomia: Tell you what?

 

 

Shea: Oh you're trying to play the innocent game. How amusing?

 

 

Shea: Were you going to tell me when the Queen was at our door and hollering for us?!

 

 

Shea: Or were you going to tell me tomorrow, or when I felt better?

 

 

Solomia: I know what you're thinking but-

 

 

Shea: But what? You wanted me out of the picture before you sent this?

 

 

Solomia: I know you're thinking it's a terrible idea, but we have to.

 

 

Solomia: We have to fight if we want to survive!

 

 

Shea: I'm tired of fighting.

 

 

Solomia: But we have to we-

 

 

Shea: Fighting is all I've done since I've left home!

 

 

Solomia: No matter what we'll have to do more!

 

 

Solomia: If that isn't to your liking, go!

 

 

Shea: Then maybe I should! Because I'm not fighting anybody else's war for any longer!

 

 

Solomia: Really? You're just going to give up?!

 

 

Shea: Yes! Because I...I can't fight for this any longer. I'm hurting too many just so I can get vengeance that doesn't even belong to me!

 

 

Later that night...

 

Shea: C'mon are you going to even talk to me?

 

 

Solomia: Zzz

 

 

Shea: I'll take that means no, because you aren't breathing right to be actually asleep.

 

 

Solomia: Just let me go to sleep.

 

 

Solomia: I don't want to talk about today.

 

 

Shea: Are you sure you don't want to?

 

 

Solomia: Just stop trying.

 

 

Shea: Well I guess I can't force you to.

 

 

Solomia: Zzz

 

 

Shea: Well at least she's actually asleep now.

 

 

Shea: God, what am I supposed to do now?

 

 

Shea: Leave Solomia, try to start a new life somewhere else.

 

 

Shea: Or stay and fight a battle we can't win.