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It wasn't entirely his idea. No, he could blame his trust advisory for it, however, he also couldn't deny it was a bit clever (if not, too flashy and brash for his own tastes).  Yes, but it had been decided, so the plan was carried through and the announcement rolled throughout the town like the plague.  Yes, today was the day the Duke of Allar was to show case his mother's jewels. It was an intricate work of pearls and rare, black beads and large emeralds encrusted with diamonds- the finest necklace around. In it's center sat one of the largest polished emeralds ever to adorn a necklace, and sweeping out from it three layered strings of pearls that connected to two smaller emeralds (though both were still equally generous in size), and then the pearls joined together as they clasped neatly in the back.


Yes, perhaps it was a bit much, but it was quell any gossip about the Duke being unmarried.  He had thought on this lightly, and though, perhaps more heavily over the years, yet not by choice. To be at his age without a bride, and child, for that matter, to carry on his legacy, the Duke found himself pressed from even foreign relations on it, even if they did not directly ask.

So, out came the pearls from their velvet case and displayed within a glass case for all of his duchy to see that it was proof- Proof he was looking for a bride.
The town was excited, and the event, even open to the public on the first day and swells of people came to the castle and waited in long lines just to see it.

"By Angsar's beard, would you look at that?" one woman said.
"I fancy it would put a sore on my neck just wearing that thing, I can feel a crick in me neck just thinkin' about it!" her friend replied. The women laughed.
"Oh, but to think if we were ever to wear it." They both sighed before moving on.


The Duke, of course, was forced to remain in appearance, though he was greatly agitated. This event was taking a lot longer than anticipated, and the crowds were hardly thinning.  His men wouldn't even allow him the luxury of using the water-closet, as he tightened his lip to prevent it from frowning- though, it was evident he appeared disinterested, maybe even a little agitated as the affair went on. It was hard to save face when he hadn't slept in days and now, of all occasions, he was forced to make this ghastly public appearance.


How many more hours left would he have to endure?
He stared over at the line, his eyes piercing the crowds as he sighed inwardly, since he could not sigh without.
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Juno

The moment she heard about the exquisite necklace being displayed today she was practically crawling to figure out where everyone would be going. She didn't know who Duke Allarrick was, didn't even belong in his duchy, but she wanted to see what sort of jewels he was letting the public see. That fact alone had her thinking it couldn't be anything special, but all the women were clucking about was how gorgeous they'd heard it was: In a class of its own, one-of-a-kind. The repeated praise had her interest, for sure, but she wasn't expecting what she found once she followed the herd to the castle.

A line. Great. A line to see a necklace. Either these people were poor as dirt or it really was as magnificent as everyone gushed over it being. Judging by the clothes of those around herself, though, it was not the former. That had her even more eager to glimpse this thing plenty of women and men saw fit to fawn over and take time out of their day to see. Surely it couldn't be that big. It couldn't have that many pearls.

She waited, but it really was getting ridiculous. The longer she waited the more outlandish she started to believe it was. It must be the stuff of lore or something, she dared think, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms as anxiousness gradually turned into irritation at how long it was taking.

More than once she thought about just walking to the front to skip the line of gawkers and even went so far with that idea to step to out of line a few times only to meet the eyes of a guard watching it. That only sent her back to her place, but she was slowly growing irritated by the crowd because she had work to do. She needed to evaluate it, see if it was worth her time or if she should move on.

Eventually there was no bright curiosity in her eyes and a scowl had taken its place. She stayed out of pure stubbornness now that she was so close. When she finally reached the front she approached the case with cautious steps and unfolded her arms as her eyes rested upon the center emerald. That was all it took for the grumpiness to slide away, her lips parting in awe as her eyes slowly moved up to the top of the necklace before tracing all the way back down.

Her immediate thought was that it was a fake, but that was short-lived. It was just too beautiful: The accents, the sparkle, the style. It was a work of art, to be sure, and she wanted it bad.

She wasn't aware of how her face had changed through the course of those few moments. She was silent, but she was smiling now and her eyes were alight with greed. She was standing before the case still, but now her eyes were evaluating the case itself. Stepping back a bit she slowly walked around the case a couple of times to eye the necklace and its case equally. She prayed that the owner might be stupid enough to just leave it there overnight.

After taking far more time than she really should have at the display she lifted her eyes to look over the men she hadn't really seen move all afternoon, her eyes settling on each before she finally turned to leave. Figuring most of the guard might be keeping watch of the necklace itself and the people there to see it, Awiergan exited and immediately started walking around the structure to look for an alternate entrance where she might not be noticed. Once she found one towards the back she started exploring every unlocked area she could in search of somewhere to hunker down and wait for the excitement to settle. She'd never been in the Duke's castle before and she knew she was at a disadvantage, but she was also eager to learn what she could about the layout.

Settling herself into a hidey-hole linen closet she finally allowed herself a moment of excitement as she squealed and clasped her hands together. All she could think about was the necklace now and how beautiful she thought it would look on her. The work was well worth it to her in this instance, and her mind started churning out how she might acquire it unnoticed, what ideas might work, what distractions she might have to cause.

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Finally the moment had come when the doors were sealed shut and barred from the public's eye. It also sealed away the last traces of a dying day as Calent wilted, but only slightly, in relief of the shadow cast over him by the door.  He adjusted the cuff at his wrist and turned to his men.
"Ensure the necklace is returned to the velvet case," was all he said, and disappeared with his escorts down the hall.

Dinner, even cooked to perfection, grated at his nerves as he ate it in silence. He sat, all by himself, except the short line of maids, but other than that, he was the only one dining at a long, great table that could see an entire ball.  It was unusual, for the Duke to eat alone, and Calent preferred it.  It allowed him more solace in silence and he could let his mind wander after the day.

And the day had been too exhausting.  Finishing his bird, he sat back in his chair and dabbed light at his lips with a clothe. Casting it aside, he looked towards his servant. "THe red wine," he said, and his goblet was served.  But even the rich, buttery taste went down flatly as he lingered bitterly in his seat, staring off into the vastness of his grand, empty room-

Full of empty chairs at his empty table...

His father had once filled the great chair in which he was now seated, his mother, to his left, and he, to the right.  Then a few guests, other nobles and the like visited often for pleasant conversation. Though those sorts of thing bored him and he soon became complacent just eating alone.  He ate at odd hours, and used that, too many a times, as an excuse to remain by himself-


So here he was, not enjoying his wine, his nerves shot from a day of irritants, and brooding over the empty chairs he refused to fill.  His mind drifted wearily over the thought of what today meant-
His duchy needed an heir- and he, a wife.


Frowning, he dismissed his servants and asked for the wine to be taken away and he- a moment of silence...
and after the last foot steps echoed into a fade, he once again found himself considering the idea of the necklace.
he would have to be tactful in choosing a wife- and he knew he had only a handful of elite to choose from but... at what price? He had no desire for a wife, he saw no need for it, though perhaps a woman to lay and bare him children would ease some burden off his chest.  After all, it had been sometime since he considered a good romp in the sheets.

Yes, a good lay with a woman as a prize, fit for a duke, who would bare him children he'd ignore and they'd grow up, adore taxes as much as he and fill those empty seats about him.
He wasn't sure how he felt about it, and wished he had kept his wine.
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Juno

She waited in that little closet until the low hum had died down she heard footsteps in the distance and a door open and close several times, but she remained where she was until everything around her was dark silence. Only then did she step out to make her way back to the hall she'd seen the necklace in before. Nobody was there that she could see, but she still was cautious with her footfalls as she padded out to the case. Except it wouldn't be that easy for her. A slight panic seized her when she realized the gorgeous piece was gone and she was kicking herself for not being aware enough to keep her eye on the darned thing.

Exiting the way she'd come in, Awiergan tried to remember where she'd heard people. Down that hall? That one? Which door? All she knew was that people had been walking in the area earlier. She groaned at the thought of how long it might take her now to find it again, but she set off immediately.

Slinking through various rooms, she opened drawers and looked in every box she could find. Nothing was turning up, though, and her search grew more frantic as time wore on and her paranoia set in.

Finally, she rounded a corner and entered a room where a case rested at the bedside table. Excited to see the box there she dashed in and snatched it up and went to sit in the farther corner to open it up. Her eyes twinkled with glee at the sight of it and her chest swelled with pride at her hunt proving fruitful at last.

She was met with a surprising but pleasing weight to the piece as she lifted it from its bed of velvet. She wasted no time in scurrying back out the door after closing the case up and setting it atop the table she'd found it on. Awiergan was unsure how to hide such a large necklace. Certainly it would be foolish to wear it, but she didn't want to damage it. She ended up she holding it in her pocket with one hand as she crept back through halls to try and find a new hiding place.

She settled upon the attic once she found a door to it and walked herself along the wall there until she found a relatively safe looking pile of crates to curl up against. It was there that she set out her coat, so she wasn't sitting in dust, and pulled out the necklace from her pocket to admire it in the dim moonlight that peeked through the ceiling. All I have to do is sit here until morning. I'll find a way out then, she kept telling herself as she grinned at piece in her hand, tracing over each emerald with her finger before sweeping her hand across the smooth pearls.

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OOC: She should wear it! <3  but she doesn't have to- it would probably be cumbersome to wear >.>

IC:

Irritated, the duke took many hours before retiring for the night. Yet, as usual , he could't sleep, and called his servants to draw a steaming hot bath.  Another chance to be alone with his thoughts. His lips sagged at the idea. What he once yearned for now had him sitting, staring angrily at the walls inside his bathing chambers as the soothing steam heated his body, but did not cool his blood.  It would take more than this bath to ease his anxiety as the Duke leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

If he were to fall asleep here, it would be no seen, but he also dreaded the idea of it. It had been long, agonizing nights when he could sleep, and some began to notice the darker coloring beneath his eyes. Nothing make up couldn't get rid of, but thankfully the bath seemed to liven his face, even though he wore a sagged frown.  It also did wonders to the color of his skin, as hot waters and suds of soap glistened off his body like gold.  His hair, now plastered against his head, appeared nearly a shadow of it's color as he sighed and sunk even deeper into the steaming pool of water.

Forget.. Forget...

All he wanted to do was forget...
The unending nightmares to halt...
and perhaps, even, things to return to something more planar.
He never, ever questioned his inheritance to rule, or even his desires to seek something far greater than he had... something that...

the agitation stirred as he recalled his hatred for the mages.  Drawing in a quick, hot breath; the duke drowned himself beneath the water, until he could hold his breath no more and submerged, the waters spilling down his body as he breathed, gasping, letting the air return to him as water dribbled from his dark hair.


Even then, his mind remained simmering over the hatred he tried to quell, the thoughts that plagued him in the night....
he drew a hand over his facea nd closed his eyes and just lay there, stretched out within the bath, his body barely clothed by the warm suds in the water.


The day had been, too, too long.  He would need to find a wife. Perhaps a wife would be a way to help him ignore the dark ridges of night.
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Juno

She was far too excited to rest. The longer she spent staring at it, the more certain she became that this was the single biggest find of her short career. It was taking everything she had not to giggle and dance about. That would come later when she was safely away with it, off to hide it. But where might it fit best?

Surely not anywhere close by. She would need to take it outside of the country, take it somewhere people wouldn't know who such a magnificent thing belonged to first.

Absolutely tickled that the night was quiet save the occasional sound of sloshing water, Awiergan rose from her hiding spot in search of a mirror. After digging around a bit she found a small hand one and tilted her head to look at herself through it as she lifted the heavy necklace to her throat. After doing up the clasp in the back and smoothing out her hair, she lifted the mirror to better see in the dim light. Twisting and turning both it and herself, she strained to look at it at various angles, smiling and sighing each time the light caught the gemstones.

The weight did not surprise her, but it became less noticeable to her the longer she stared at it and walked around with it. So enraptured with it was she that she didn't even notice the faint ticklish pricking at the back of her fingers then hand. At first. Once the feeling reached her forearm she frowned and glanced down. In the dark she couldn't see the details, but the shape was unmistakable. 

Eyes bugging wide at the large spider upon her arm, Awiergan threw down the mirror and paid no mind for the sharp shattering noise it made as she stumbled back a few steps and waved her arm frantically in front of her. "Shit! Shit! Get off! Get OFF! GET OFF!!!" she squealed, pitch rising higher with each word as the woman shook her arms desperately to try and rid herself of the "beast" in the dark.

Even when the spider was flung to the side she kept flailing, though, the lingering ticklish feeling on her arm making her believe it was still there. Crying out in a pathetic string of whimpers as she continued to run from the broken glass, Awiergan was far too panicked to notice the small holes through the floor of the attic around an area of termite-weakened boarding. The moment she thundered over it the wood gave way.

Shrieking in surprise, she scrambled to grab hold of one of the still-intact boards. It wasn't doing her any good, though, as the moment the weakened ones were slammed by her momentum they broke off and sent her tumbling down to the room below. Gasping as she braced herself for impact, she woman squealed again as she met not the ground but the soapy waters of a tub. Even more surprising to her, it wasn't cold.

Lifting her head up coughing and sputtering for air she frantically tried to wipe her now sopping hair away from her face while the other hand reached out to try and steady herself. Only, she froze in a mixture of fear and puzzlement when she realized her hand was touching flesh.

ooc: She just didn't want to wear it just walking around in case someone caught her wanderin. xD The prettiesssss

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OOC: THE PRECIOUS

IC:

The crack over head, and the scream was enough to raise his head as the Duke looked up just in time for dust, debris and a girl to settle on top.  A moment later, he was coughing from the dust, freeing a hand to wipe at his face before he opened his green eyes and found himself peering at....

"The necklace."


His face went rigid, jaw squaring tight as he looked up from the glittering jewels to the precariously soaked and sooted woman who now was perched on top of him in the bath, faces only inches apart.  If he wanted that distraction, he truly got it as his normally placid face furrowed with much of the irritation he had suppressed before. A hand went out, grabbing her arm sharply as he rose, taking the woman with him as the two now stood in the tub, water gushing down his naked body.  And he stared down at her ominously.

"If you're a thief, you're a pathetic excuse for one. You have one chance to explain yourself to me," he threatened, a bold move, considering his only defense was his menacing glare and perhaps, his physical strength, as the two remained, standing inside his bath waters, bubbles soaking up to and around their calves.


OOC: I Hope this makes sense XD posting when I'm sleepy brings special posts <3
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Juno

Awiergan grew tense as she realized the stranger was glaring at her now. She didn't know it was his necklace, though, and gasped in an irritated way as he yanked her up. Her eyes briefly scanned his body as she was lifted, but she was irritated at the way he was grabbing her now and her attention was drawn back to the real issue quickly. "Hey!" she cried, squirming to try to pull her arm away from him as she lifted her chin to glare right back at him. "Thief?! I can assure you I am no thief," she protested,

"And I don't have to explain myself to you," she scoffed, though she had no idea who she was talking to right now and was avoiding his attention on the necklace. "It was just an accident, not like I fell on purpose. You don't need to manhandle me. I'll just be on my way and get out of your hair." And with that she ripped her arm from his grasp as she made to jump out of the tub, stumbling and slipping along the floor in the process as she made a beeline for the first door her eyes settled upon.

ooc: It did! No worries :3

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Calent's cheek flushed a moment when he realized her eyes went over his body.  This was not a free show! This was a man taking a bath- and- that, that was his necklace she was running off with!

"I can assure you, you are a thief, and a liar!" he growled, leaping from the tub after her as he fetched onto her arm, and in that instance, he fell, dragging her onto the ground ontop of him. Now the necklace was glittering in his face and the position he held her, it was almost as if he caught her, graceful like a dancer, one hand cupped around her back, the other tight around her arm as the two remained in a most precarious position upon the floor.

He felt his face heat up, realizing the other thing in his face was her chest as he stared, just momentarily stunned that such a predicament could exist...

And it only got worse.

"Duke Calent!" a guard shouted, rushing into the room with armed men at his side, only to freeze to realize. "Forgive us Duke Calent, we did not know you had a lady!"
And a lady wearing, most obviously, the royal jewels necklace...
and on top of a very... very naked duke.

The guards being present turned even his ears scarlet as he held the womanly fiercely in his arms and bellowed,
"GET OUT OF MY BATHING CHAMBERS!"
The men didn't need told twice as they turned tail and left, leaving the Duke roaring mad and furious as he turned back to the thief.


OOC: He is *so* out of his element here. Took me sometime to figure out how he'd even react because HE has no idea how he should react ,lol since he should of asked his men to seize her and see her out lol

It's too much unprepared awkwardness for a very stiff, proper and overly prepared over thinker <3
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

Juno

Awiergan yelped as she felt herself being grabbed yet again and felt them tumbling down to the floor. This was not what she had planned. She wasn't supposed to get caught! She wasn't supposed to fall through the ceiling! All she wanted was to run away from the shame of such an embarrassing thing occurring, and it was even worse that someone had seen, or rather, felt, it happen.

She realized how firm a grasp he had on her when she strained to push away. Stopping her struggling once she realized he wasn't going to let go, she stared down at him with a look of confusion and surprise. Who was he to put his hands on her?!

Her free hand braced against the floor, ready to try and escape again as her eyes searched his face for an explanation. Her cheeks grew warmer as the weight of the necklace registered, pulling at her neck as it swung between them. "Uh..."

Her eyes dilated at the shouting outside of the door and she snapped her head up with a gasp to see the other men enter the room. Great, more witnesses. She was going to hang, she was sure of it now. Even worse, they were addressing him as "Duke."

Lips moved now, struggling to make words as she sat there absolutely flabbergasted. This was his necklace. No wonder he was so upset!

Wincing at the angry hollering, Awiergan tried to pull away again. Squirming and ducking under one of his arms, she tried to lunge away from Calent as the men filed out. "I'm going, I'm going!" she assured hurriedly under her breath. The anxiety of being caught red-handed by the duke himself was beginning to set in, and the longer she remained the more she felt like a cornered dog.
   
ooc: *gigglesnort* Well worth the wait xD Poor Calent

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Calent caught her, holding her fiercely by the hand as his eyes blazed down at her.
"You're not going anywhere," he said, his tone cold and angry. "I should have kept the guards here to lock you up."
He still didn't know why he didn't as he stared at her, still baffled as to their situation and uncertain what to do.  Only a few guards had seen them, but that's all it would take to start a rumor.
"Explain yourself!" he demanded, staring from her eyes, then looking down at the necklace. "You stand before me, wearing the jewels of my family. A mockery! A disgrace!"
His hand tightened onto hers as she shook with anger. "It is meant for my future wife!"

OOC: he be angry XD
and sorry for the short post, heehee. 

and won't she be upset to learn later he's all mad but he doesn't even HAVE a future wife lined up lol

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Juno

Despite her lack of progress thus far she continued to struggle every time she was re-caught. Her face paled at the thought of being locked up, and her face twisted in confusion as to why he was telling her what he should have done.

"I have nothing to explain to you! This is all a big misunderstanding!" she pleaded, refusing to let go of her nonexistent defense, and shook her arm angrily when he tightened his grip. 

Hopping as she lifted the leg where one of her knives was strapped to her calf, she fumbled for the blade and held it shakily with her free hand. "Now unhand me!" she demanded, glancing down to his hand as she moved the knife closer to his arm.

ooc: no worries, angry Calent is hilarious xD and YAH. Selfish nobles, wanting their stuff. Pffffffft.

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The knife was a wicked and wretched idea. He glowered and released her, his entire being simmering with rage. Not only had she ruined his shower, his thoughts, his moment to himself, but now she was holding him at knife point-
in hopes to steal his jewels!

Baring his teeth, he continued to glare at her.

"So you're a coward as well as a thief," he replied callously, taking a step back. "But know this, the second you take off with that necklace, my men will swarm all over you and take you out to hang."
His anger was almost blinding, but his reputation and prudence was being threatened, as was his future! He could have guttered her with that knife,but in the same breath, he was also angry at himself, for finding himself even available for this sort of situation for scandal.

Unwed.
No heir.
And now the short lived thought to seek out a bride under the Allarick family tradition was being threatened.

"To threaten me, you threaten all of Allar. And to steal from me will only secure your end." His eyes narrowed, but he dare not advance on her. He could take her with the knife, but risk what? "Now take off that necklace." he asked through his teeth, though trying to remain as calmly and collected as he could, standing angry and naked before her. He felt his hands go into fists. "Your skin soils the one item that will be precious to the future duchess."  And even though she did not exist, it was her future honor he had to maintain.

What a story it would be, to tarnish a man so ripe as he, so fair to proclaim any eligible woman his wife- yet here stood a woman, so bold as to crumble the very foundation of his well bred arrogance?  It itched at him so greatly, he still could not comprehend this was not a dream and found himself acting more hastily than he ought.

"Now, give it to me!" he demanded, almost sounding like an eager child, his hand thrust out in a challenging manner, his body poised as if to tackle her, his eyes never leaving hers.
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Juno

She considered his words fearfully, knowing she'd probably just get run down in the end like some sorry animal, but what if she got away? What if she succeeded? She would have the pretty thing all to herself, outlandish as it was.

Awiergan scowled as he continued to insult her, certain there was very little else he could call her now. "Poor duchess, then, because you're not taking it back!" she growled as she backed away from him slowly. She knew full well she finally owned to the theft.

Her greed made her curious, though, of how badly he wanted it. "What would you give me for it?" she inquired, watching him closely as she gripped the knife tighter.

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Calent's face went long for a moment.
Well.. he hadn't expected that. She was still adamant about keeping his necklace. His brows dipped angrily as he took a step nearer.

"I would advice against being brash," he warned.  "Trying to con me for my own item within my own castle is foolish.  Hand it over and I'll spare you a hanging and merely let you rot in jail for the rest of your miserable thieving life."
Such strong words coming from a man not even wearing a towel....
and completely unarmed while she? Well, she had a rather sharp knife, that he seemed to believe might only be ornamental. After all, what sort of woman could really wield such a knife?  Especially one who just happened to fall from his ceiling...
but who ALSO happened to somehow procure his family's necklace.

It was a curious situation indeed, and Calent felt helpless, but wouldn't show it. This was hardly a situation he'd ever be prepared for.
And to think if the real word got out....
what sort of image would this truly be to the public? To have some woman come in and steal his family's jewels and to make a fool of the duke while he bathed?
He felt his anger broil over the idea.
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Juno

"What's my incentive if you're going to kill me one way or another?" she scoffed, rolling her eyes and gesturing towards the door with her head. "They called you duke... Are you really this duke everyone's been talking about?"

Her mind was racing through the possibilities; he was definitely rich beyond anything with a castle like this and a necklace like that. Slowly, a sly grin crept to her lips and she shook her head to knock wet hair from her face as she waggled the knife at him. "A pirate could always use a nicer ship... Why don't you give me enough coin for that, hm? Then you can have your necklace back.

"Think carefully on your answer," she warned.

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Again, he was shocked at her boldness, and his face, which normally was much better composed,  steamed as he glowered at her.
"You're very bold for such demands," though his eyes slid to the knife, then back to her eyes and at her mentioning of being a pirate, he couldn't help but have his brows raise high upon his head. "You're a pirate!?" He shounded thoroughly surprised, and very much disgusted as his face wrinkled in hate. He hated thieves, but a PIRATE all the way by his duchy, stealing HIS jewels..
He tried to steel is boiling blood, though it was evident his body was shacking, muscles becoming tight.

After a moment, he closed his eyes, sighing then giving way to a frown.

"Well, pirate," he said, the words very bitter on his tongue.  "It's gold for the necklace then. I'll give you as much as you can carry, considering you can slip out of my castle without the noose."
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Juno

She was surprised that he was actually willing to give in to her for a swap. It made it apparent that it really was that valuable to him, perhaps more so than she'd thought before. 

Perhaps it wasn't just the theft itself that had him so upset. She wondered now just how much she could push, how much he might give her for it if it was worth getting so worked up about in the first place.

She lifted her chin with a victorious smile even though she still kept the knife trained upon him. "Good idea, but I want a pardon letter from you as well, just in case... And you will personally escort me out so that we may make our exchange civilly," she demanded, her eyes taking in his obvious tenseness.

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If she thought he was tense a moment ago, he was certainly more tense now as he sneered at her arrogance, his own seeming to match, if not, trying to out due hers as he raised his nose and puffed out his chest, keeping his shoulders more square and regal, like the duke he was.

"You expect an official pardon letter from the Duke of Allar," he wrinkled his nose in disgust. "I would rather spit than ever write such a document. No, we will.." he hesitated, recalling he was without close and lowered his fists, which had been clenched the entire time.
"I will return to my room. We will wait until the guards have settled. I will slip you the coin and you, well.." his lips twitched into the subtlest dark smile. "You can slip away and disappear from here forever."

A pirate would NOT make such demands. He was the duke! She would listen and...
Gods, he needed some clothes. Though despite his prudence and situation, he remained very thoroughly a man in command (or so he thought).
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Juno

She frowned at his unwillingness to fully cooperate now, and the lack of control seemed strange to her as she raised a brow at his words.

"What's there to settle from? Shouldn't your guards calm at your command?" she questioned, chuckling at the idea of a duke waiting on his own paid men. Precarious as it was, she couldn't help but be amused at the situation at hand, holding a knife to a naked, stubborn duke. Her eyes finally took the opportunity to sweep along his body as she became less tense in her growing certainty of a safe escape from this botched robbery.

"I won't be letting you out of my sight, so just lead the way," she prompted as her eyes were finally drawn back to his own. "I won't be leaving without that letter and the gold at the very least, I can promise you that."

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