Cleave
Thursday, August 17, 2006
:: A page torn from a Scribe's journal ::
Our secret was discovered. It would seem that the Taurentian known as Agamemnon is my Athamé's brother, for that is how she referred to him with a bit of shock writ across her features when the man kicked her chamber door in and found us together, joined at the hip. I had expected him to run me through with his sword he had already drawn. The angry tension in the air was quite thick. But I was reluctant to move, to pull from her and face his wrath just then. And strangely, he left us to finish... this very act he had caught us in. While he waited outside her chamber door.
