Distracted

Lord James was forcefully removed from the great hall, yelling various obscenities about how servants were whores and Reaibn was making a big mistake.

Astra could not believe her luck! Reaibn was so distracted by whatever was on his mind that he had not seen through her disguise. "Thanks, my Lord," she said, curtsying, then got out of the great hall as fast as she could.

Reaibn looked up at Astra/Exotica as she left the room, thinking there was something odd about her... but he had other things on his mind. Astra needed to see reason, and quickly. The Dark Ones insisted that her and King Fred needed to be married by a fortnight, and that was three days ago. Eleven days left, and if it didn't happen by then they had threatened to snap his mind like a twig. He cherished what was left of his sanity, and the thought of losing it worried him. What would happen to Allaria? To his friends?

The room darkened as the Dark Ones faded in, their horrifying aura driving Reaibn's lucidity away. "More wine!" he pronounced, "everyone gets smashed or to the dungeons with you!" and so it flowed.

1. Astra waits a bit longer before checking on Fred. She needs to kill at least thirty more minutes.
2. Astra decides to check on King Fred again, hoping he has fallen asleep. She wants the mission over with so she can get the heck out of there.
3. Meanwhile, in the dungeons...

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