Demitytes Bride

Fallon's guardian angel has two left feet.

"Get the Oubaliege Soup girl!" the head chef hissed in her head, Kashara started and looked away from Fallon. Before the head chef could resort to any physical remonstration, which was very likely considering the jabbing Kashara's poor hip was suffering, Fallon interrupted lazily.

"Oh it is alright,Chef, I am rather partial to er... beetroot soup as well." Kashara couldn't be thankful about his help, she only feared what favour he might extort for this. Hopefully not more etiquette classes. Kashara shuddered at that thought. She watched as Fallon tried to swallow a mouthful of beetroot soup, his face barely concealing a grimace.

She smirked at that, then suddenly paused, why the heck did Fallon lie about liking beetroot soup? Surely not to stop the head chef from scolding her...If anything Fallon would have bought front row tickets for that. She had no idea why Fallon was willingly eating something that seemed worse than poison to him for her sake.

Then she froze. Poison. There was a maid with poison. She might have acted fast and poisoned anything in this banquet. The she had a thought of absolute horror. What if the beetroot soup was poisoned, and that was why it tasted horrible to Fallon! He might not have lied at all, about liking it! Especially for her sake.

For a second she was seized with an urge to knock the soup bowl off the table. Then she chided herself. This was Fallon Eagus. The guy who kidnapped her to another planet, and took away her magic. Was it so bad if he died?

She watched him take another spoonful of the soup. He was cruel. Sadistic. Was there any good in him? He cares for this planet. " He burnt an entire ballroom of courtiers to the ground just to destroy a few spies." She reminded herself.

Fallon took another spoonful. Fallon is bad. Kashara kept telling herself, however she knew she couldn't let someone die in front of her. Beside her plan to escape hinged on gaining the support of the rebels. If Fallon died now, she didn't want to find out what the rebels had in store for her. She had to stop Fallon dying now, so she bargain with the rebels to help them in their cause. She had to make herself necessary to them, and if Fallon died now, she was obsolete. A little more than a white elephant.

Steeling herself with her reasoning Kashara tried to recall where the maid with the poison had headed to in the kitchen. She wasn't here, and the vial she had held was too tiny to end up in more than one dish. So she could have only poisoned the food in whatever station she had headed to. Kashara tried recalling... the maid had swerved right amidst the crowd and soon disappeared. She didn't know what was in the right of the kitchen though.

Kashara sidled up to the other ladies-in-waiting who were busy arranging the main dishes on the table, seeking out the woman who had spoken to her.

"Hey, do I put this here too? Rather new to the whole Demitytan thing here." She smiled sheepishly

The woman shook her head and continued to set up dishes. Kashara groaned mentally. The woman's linguistic ability had just gone from sky high to the depths of burning Tartarus. If she didn't know any better it was like the woman had been struck dumb.

" Oh thanks. Shall I help you?" Kasahara proceeded to pick up dishes from that woman's trolley and place them on the table. The woman hastily grabbed her hands. However Kashara was undaunted and shook her off. She continued to grab dishes and put them on the table.

"What do you think you are doing?" the woman hissed in her ear. Success. Kashara smirked to herself. " Am I doing anything wrong?" Kashara schooled her expression to one of perfect innocence. Behind her, a familiar voice choked on beetroot soup. She glanced behind and saw that Fallon was fixing her with a gaze of amusement. However the rest of the maids and ladies seemed determined in ignoring her.