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Laerya and Euchrid the Love Story

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Crying won't do me any good Laerya thought bitterly to herself. She'd been laying on her bed for hours now, sobbing into the pillows. Everything had been beautiful and perfect and now it felt as if her entire world had crashed down on top of her. I need to do something, but what? Her mind raced as she tried to remember the layout of the dungeon, tried to remember how many guards there would be. She had no way to know exactly how many But she would know them, all of them. They would likely be household retainers that she had known since she was a child. Her mind had at first thought to just try and kill them all, but how could she kill people who cared about her and were just doing their job? She didn't think she had it in her.]

Still, she went and removed her bow and quiver of arrows from their hiding spot in the back of her wardrobe. Looking at them she felt a twinge of sadness. Euchrid had made these for her and she remembered the look of joy on his face as she had unwrapped the package he had put them in. What if she never saw that smile again? You're being foolish, she told herself, you'll see it again and soon. Pulling a hooded cloak around her to hide her face, she slipped out of her chambers and headed down to the dungeons to try and find the cell where Euchrid was being held. After a few close calls where she was almost seen, she made it to the entrance to the dungeons. She took a deep breathe and stood as tall and straight as she could manage and entered.


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Euchrid had been dreaming. Fever dreams most likely, and they taunted him. He had no doubts that his wounds had become infected already, left untreated as they were. It was the dreams that had woken him, not the pain, and for a moment he thought he still must be dreaming or that the fever was already making him delirious. He had heard her voice. Laerya's voice, pleading with the guard, telling him that he must listen to her and release him. It all sounded so real and so close that he was tempted to think it wasn't a dream, yet it had to be. He knew Laerya well, he thought he knew her better than anyone else, but he didn't think she would risk coming her to rescue him. Then he heard the guard's voice say "please put that down my lady. Put that down and go back upstairs to your bed where you belong. We'll be hanging this scum come morning."

"NO YOU WILL NOT BE" she screamed and then he knew he wasn't dreaming. He heard a slap and then a few seconds later the guard uttering the horrible sound of a man choking to death on his own blood. Then suddenly Euchrid's cell door was open and Laerya was standing there. She took one look at him and burst into tears. "They've hurt you!" she cried and reached down to gently touch his face. "Can you stand? I have to get you back to my chambers"

Together they slowly made their way back up to her chambers. Laerya was glad she had waited until the dead of night to attempt the rescue as they would have surely been caught otherwise. When they finally made it there Laerya helped Euchrid into her bed, gently taking off his clothes so she could tend to his wounds. Euchrid could barely keep his eyes open but he watched her as she cleaned his cuts and applied poultices and bandages. Through his feverish haze he could see her trying so hard not to cry. Finally when she was all done she kissed him on the forehead, squeezed his hand, and promised she would be back soon. When she returned a few minutes later she carried a hot steaming mug of some awful tasting tea. "Drink this, it will help with the fever and with the pain and most importantly it will help you sleep. I'll be here when you awake, I promise." Euchrid drank every last drop and was soon asleep. Laerya took his hand and sat on the bed next to him, staring at him while idly playing with his hair, and tried to think of what exactly she was going to do next.


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It was there that her father found a couple of hours later. As soon as the guards had been found, one injured and one dead, the king had been alerted. He immedietly knew who was behind it and had stormed to his daughters bedchambers. He had fully expected to go in there ready for another argument but when he opened the door he stopped. His daughter looked up at him, her eyes full of sadness, and just whispered "Please. Please don't take him from me. Please don't hurt him anymore. I love him" Landaeon didn't know what to say. Laerya was his only daughter, his only child in fact. Her mother had been killed in an unfortunate accident many many years ago and she was all he had left. He wanted to protect her, but when he saw the way that she looked at Euchrid he suddenly realized he had been going about it in the entirely wrong way. He thought of how happy Laerya had been the past few months. There had been no arguments, nothing. His daughter loved this common half-elf, so much so that she had injured one guard and killed another to save him.

Landaeon sighed and looked down at her. "Why did you kill the guard?"

r"He hit me. He said he'd kill Euchrid right then and there and that I ought to receive the same fate for going near such scum. Euchrid is not scum, he is a better man than most. That guard meant to kill him and me if I didn't leave"

"And the other guard?"

Laerya's eyes grew big. "I didn't kill him did I? I only meant to injure him so I could get past. I didn't know if I could talk my way past him"

"He'll be fine" her father said and Laerya breathed a sigh of relief. "As for the guard you killed, if he threatened your life then I see not much harm done. You may have been acting foolishly but there's no excuse for anyone to threaten the life of the princess". Landaeon took a deep breath. "As for this man...this Euchrid. I realize my errors. I thought I was protecting you, but I was really only thinking of myself. You love him, don't you?" Laerya nodded. "Then, besides his common birth and only being half elf, I can't see why you should not be together. I only want you happy, and if this man makes you happy so be it. I'm truly sorry for the pain I've caused you. And him. I was wrong." With that he sat down and took his daughter in his arms, hugging her. She was crying again, but the tears were from happiness and not sorrow this time.

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