Demitytes Bride

Fine ass buns and Espionage.

When she woke up again, she wasn't sure what time it was on Demitytes. Her stomach growled a bit too, she remembered only having a few drink in the ball...oh...the ball.

Kashara closed her eyes as she suddenly remembered the ball. Or rather what had happened to it.

She looked outside the huge windows in the room. She could only catch a glimpse of the BallRoom from the window, as Casaspitti bent away from her window. It was charred, black, like a amputated apendage someone had sacrificed to save themselves.

That is, she reminded herself, what Fallon had done. He had sacrificed his loyal followers, and countless civilians just to get rid of a handful of rebels.

Oh god. What a gross inhumane think to do. Suddenly a thought struck her. Lord Dalbus had known this! He knew and he had purposely led her away from the explosion, probably on orders. She had never imagined that such a cheerful man that sounded like a grandpa could have had a part in this despicable act. And Fallon's uncle too! She thought.

She felt like she could never look Fallon or Lord Dalbus in the eye ever again. Her plans to find a supporter who could help her escape, had been turned to dust. Literally. She had no idea what to do now. She was hunger, angry and lost as to her escape. She supposed she might as well not stay in her bedroom, and run the risk of seeing Fallon.

She climbed out of bed, and quickly changed out of her uncomfortable ball gown. Though very nice and flowy, being made of silk and all that shimmering sleek material - what ever you called it, it was obviously not made for sleeping in. Lintenberg would have a apoplectic fit or an heart attack if he saw her or the dress now. Kashara though with a smirk as she pulled on some trousers and tunic she found in the wardrobe.

As soon as she was done, she hurried out, because Fallon had the talent of popping up at the most inopportune time.

She had to find out what else Fallon had hid from her. Where would Fallon hide important stuff? As she exited their rooms, She cast his study a side along look. Nah...Not even Fallon was that obvious. He wasn't going to put secret stuff in a room he had put her next to and specifically implied there was stuff inside.

She was walking along a corridor she had quite literally wandered upon. She supposed she was searching for food, but really she just wanted to find anything. Secrets Fallon kept from her, throne room, Secret rooms, kitchens, anything.

She turned a corner and the smell of baking bread drifted to her. She excitedly followed the smell down the corridor and entered the door where it beckoned her. Buns! She was staring at the deliciously firm buns of guy. He was facing away from the door, in the processing of taking what smelled like wheat buns out of the roaring fire. It was like bun squared.

She smelled the buns and sighed as her stomach growled.

"Whoaaa ! " The guy started and whirled around, a tray of freshly baked buns in hand. At the sight of her, he turned into a statue, mouth agape in shock. Kashara couldn't be bothered.

"Can I grab one?" She asked. When the man mutely nodded she grabbed a steaming hot bun and dug in.

" You're her."

"Yes, I'm a her. So glad it's obvious." she said in between bites.

"No," the man retorted frustrated, "You're HER". As if it should be obvious.

But Kashara had a feeling she knew what the boy was saying. Call it a sixth sense if you will.

"I'm Kashara. " She offered lamely. She didn't want to be HER.