Envoy And Ona - 1
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Rafel was on time. Not that there ever was an instance where he was late. He felt better prepared today in dealing with the Envoy than he did the day before. She kept talking about irrelevant things like the weather and her clothes and his clothes, and much more.
But as she kept rambling and rambling she never slipped anything of actual importance. Rafel had come to find that annoying and respectable.
That day he was prepared for the words and the offhanded comments about his appearance. He was used to as much, but it never really had anything to do with his clothes and, since she couldn’t see his face or even understand what made him different from other Fervens, he was confident that he could handle the rest.
He stood outside her room, guarding and waiting for her to start her day.
He had perhaps become too anxious and decided to come to the Envoy’s residence before dawn. Not even the attendants were present when he entered with the key she had provided him the day before. She thought that he would need it if she were to contact him about any threats she was facing. This confused him, which led to the two of them exchanging their contact information.
The Envoy looked strangely pleased as he handed her the holodevice back after adding his combination codes the night before.
Rafel heard her gasp and moved to open the door without a thought. His hand was on his sword, also ready to reach for his gun if needed. He froze for a moment as a dagger came flying towards him and moved just in time for it to pass him, hitting the frame of the window outside her room at the end of the hallway.
He stepped out and pulled the dagger out, inspecting it. It was well-made, though the balance felt off to him, but she managed to throw it his way, so it must be designed specifically for her to use. The dagger would shine in the right light, and so he smelled it, wincing at the rotten smell. It was poisoned.
“Good f*****g Gods! Rafel, what the f**k?” the Envoy shouted, climbing out of her bed and walking towards him.
“Uh… I’m here to serve you, Envoy,” Rafel said as if it provided an explanation.
She looked at him with her hands on her hips, which he was definitely not distracted by. “Wow, I almost killed you and that’s what you say?”
“I thought you were under attack,” Rafel clarified, looking behind her at her bedsheets that seemed drenched in her sweat as he handed her the dagger, handle facing her. He looked back at her to notice socked clothes and the sweat on her forehead, dripping down her face.
“Are you well, Envoy?”
“What?” she said before her eyes fell on her clothes, accepting the dagger. She wiped her forehead. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry for the…”
She mimicked the throw with the dagger in her hand.
“It is of no consequence,” Rafel said. “I will wait outside.”
“That’s fine,” she said, “Just go to the dining area and wait. We’ll have breakfast.”
“You cannot-”
“Have you eaten?”
“I don’t need-”
“Not an answer. We’re having breakfast.”
She pushed him out the room and closed the door. Rafel sighed and turned to walk to the dining area. Her room lacked any element of self. No papers or pictures in sight. She was on Avtos for an indefinite amount of time. Surely, she had brought some belongings other than her extravagant clothing and jewelry.
Her aim was good, and she poisoned her weapons. At least he knew that now.
Vira stepped outside the room after taking a shower, scrubbing herself twice, and removing the bedsheets. She groaned at the thought of asking the attendant to change the sheets and washing the one she had dumped on the chair near the table away from the bed.
She walked to the dining area, wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. Rafel stood near the table and the sight made her rub her face in frustration. She told him to do one thing and he did another.
“Please sit, Rafel of Vasil,” she said as she slumped down in her chair facing him.
“I am fine, Envoy,” Rafel said, “I have ordered your attendant to bring you your breakfast.”
“Oh, thanks,” she said. “I order you to sit.”
“You do not have the authority to order me.”
“Then why did you wait in the dining area?”
Rafel stayed silent for a moment. “I simply wanted to make sure your breakfast was prepared.”
“And I would like to extend my gratitude by inviting you to have breakfast with me. Please,” she said, gesturing to the chair opposite hers with a smile on her face.
Rafel looked at her, and not just by moving his eyes as he usually did, so she didn’t know he was looking at her. No, he turned his head, looking between her and the chair before he decided to sit down. The sooner he obeyed, the sooner she would give up.
“Have you had Earth’s fruits before?” she asked, excitedly.
“No, Envoy.’
“Oh, you’re going to love it!
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