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Darkedge	It's early morning and dawn is barely breaking ocer the horizon. In the palace at Avalon there is a commotion. The guards are dragging in a... a... crimjnal? Why else would they drag him? Why esle would the beraggled, dirty creature struggle in silence? why else would he recoil from the brillance of the throne roo. as he's hsuled before the Fae Queen? Why else would he, mere feet from the dias, nesrly break free, draw one od the guard's swords with hands still bound and then stagger away, swinging half blind? surely... he is a criminal,the low od the low. The guards nesr the dias hit him with the butts of their spears, toppling him into the morning sunlight, and he cowers away, recoiling with an audibke gasp.
Morgana le Fay	Court had let out only a few moments ago. Much longer and Morgana wouldn't have still been in the throne room. However, as the guards enter with someone in tow, the Fae Queen settles herself back down on her throne gracefully and arches a brow. "Why is he being brought before me?" She watches the way the prisoner moves, where he recoils and when he doesn't. What he avoids and what draws him. Her empathy is opened up to him and she searches his emotions. The recoiling from sunlight causes her to stiffen, the spike of pain clearly sensed. "Enough." Her eyes flit up to her guards before going back to the one they brought in to her. "Can you speak?" Even as she asks this of the stranger, the room is beginning to darken, as if someone had pulled a curtain around the sun.
Darkedge	"He was found breaking into a home nearby, Your Majesty. The Captain's daughter's room. We found on him many of the items which had been reported stolen as of late," replies a lieutenant as the 'criminal' remains on his knees on the floor. Her empathy has a hard time locating him. Had it not been for the spike of pain, he might have almost been dead for all the emotion he gives off up until that moment. Having found the chink, Morgana can sense his trepidation and fatigue and thirst and hungrr and pain and abandonment and... the emotions are closed off again as he is spoken to. The way the room darkens isnt missed and the beleaguered criminal lifts his head. Metallic silver eyes, lrage and almond and elven, flick up to meet Morgana's gaze briefly. The elf nods once.
Morgana le Fay	Bright green eyes stay locked on the silver haired elf. "There have been no reports of any rapes that I am aware of. Only the thefts. Have you bothered to ask him why he is stealing?" Her head tilts. "And remind me what, exactly, has been taken." In front of the kneeling elf a mug of cool water appears as well as some fruits. Gentle things for a stomach that is starving. "Go slowly," is said to the 'prisoner'. "It will cause more harm than good otherwise. You choose not to speak... Why?"
Darkedge	By the slight shift of weight, no.. no he did not ask why things were being stolen. "Clothing, two knives, a cloak...." the guard is saying as the 'prisoner' eyes the offering and with hands still bound at rhe wrists, he picks up the cup to drink. They are measured sips, controlled, torture. His eyes flit bavk up to the Queen. His gaze is hard, unrelenting. How? Hiw can he reply when doing so in the manner she seems to wait would be rude? That flicker of unceratinity csn almost be felt.
Morgana le Fay	"Things needed only to survive, then. No injuries or fatalities have been reported. You bring someone to me who is clearly starving and injured... in need of assistance... and proceed to to treat him as you did. When has such a thing ever been accepted towards one of our own?" Morgana stands, her eyes on the guards. "You are, all of you, dismissed." Without giving them a second glance, she makes her way down to Darkedge and kneels in front of him. A hand comes out, held above the bindings, which then slip free and fall to the floor. "You should not have been treated so. That is not our way here." Her eyes search him for a moment, voice softening to almost a whisper. "Will you let me heal the injuries you've suffered?"
Darkedge	The guards pale but bow and leave the area. Angry Queen is a scary bitch! On the floor , the silver haired elf ooks up again as she drses near and a single emotion would almost lash oit:distrust. And then the elf shakes his head.
Morgana le Fay	"As you wish. I will not force such a thing on you. You were, however, mistreated at the hands of my guards... You have found no shelter nor assistance in my Realm... For that, I cannot express my sorrow. Will you accept a room? Food, a bath, shelter and clothing until your injuries are healed on their own then?" Morgana's head tilts off to one side slightly and a different approach is tried. **I mean you no harm. You are safe here.**
Darkedge	Distrust remains but the tension is shocked from him the moment her thoights brushed against his own. **I have stolen. Why grant me hospitality? Safety?** And eith thise thiughts are the worries and fears of a youth elf tossed into the worls.
Morgana le Fay	Morgana's features soften. So it's telepathy that he used. Very well then. **Had you means to survive without stealing... Would you have done so? You stole nothing of any true monetary value so you weren't after anything that could be sold... Why would I punish you for simply trying to see to your own survival? I offer you what I do because it should have been yours the moment you found yourself here and yet it wasn't. I offer you only what you have had a right to all along. Will you accept it?**
Darkedge	For long moments, the elf regarda Morgana and the Truth of her thoughts. He should answer.... **No. I would have stolen. Had I money, I would have purchased them. You are Lady, Queen, here. You may punish or not ss yoi see fot for whatever reaso. you seem worthy. I... am not deservig of such an offer... bit I csnnot refuse.**
Morgana le Fay	The smile that graces Morgana's features can be called nothing short of tender. **Which is precisely why I won't punish you. The crime was not yours but that of this Realm. I am sorry that you were forced into such a position.** The room around them grows darker, fading into nothingness. What reappears, still dark enough not to cause harm, is a large sleeping chambers with two doors off of it. **Then do not refuse. You are welcome here. This is your room. There's a bathing room through there,** One door is pointed to. **And a sitting room through there.** And she points to the other door. The food and drink now sit on the bedside stand. **I will have fresh clothing brought for you. The room will stay darkened for you as well and I'll have another meal sent up. Are you certain you will not let me tend to your wounds?**
Darkedge	Magic on this scale, even to thks once princeling is a shock. Silver eyes widen and he takes a moment to look about. **I am in your debt for the room. I would furthrr be if I accepted your healing..."
Morgana le Fay	**There is no debt owed as far as I am concerned.** Her hand is held out, head tilted slightly. "Please. You're hurt... I would have my guest whole and healthy.. And if not through magic, an ointment and some bandages, at least?**
Darkedge	She is Queen! you must nit refue her. It take a moment before he finally nods to accept.
Morgana le Fay	With his acceptances comes a smile. **Good. While I get what's needed, why don't you go ahead and bathe. I'll get clean clothing sent up as well.**
Darkedge	There's moment silence, the elf weighing the words, before he nods and makes him way to the cleaning room. A proper bath isn't something he's had in far too long. In the bathroom, he takes a moment to secure his surroundings before he closes the door and then moves to undress. If Morgana had eyes here, she would see just how painfully thin he is. And pale. And bruised... and cut and scraped and sunburnt. Hair that's more mud than silver dreds just past his shoulders. Ribs are visible. Belynrath works quickly while taking a moment to actually apprecite the feel of clean water on his skin. The clothes he's worn for the last few months are in a pile on the floor. The boots are soft leather, fish skin by the look. The pants and shirt, cut to be loose fitting, had hung on him. The fabric is soft finely woven spider silk, metal threads woven at the hem decoratively. And a oment later, when he's gotten some of his hair clean and untangled, a single silver and diamond encrusted hair slip is tossed on top. It's a simple thing, a swirl of a shape, with a silver stick to hold it in place. And telling, marking the elf as belonging to one of teh Great Houses of Dark Elves. The diamonds make it clear that he's a member of the family, and not just the House. Added tot he finery of the clothing and the symbol from the hair piece being repeated along the belt that had hung from his hips and this street rat of an elf might very well be the Lady's son.
Morgana le Fay	Of course Morgana has eyes here. In the form of the servant who bring in fresh clothing and overly soft towels while taking away the dirty clothing to be properly cleaned and returned. She had eyes by way of the servant who was sent to place a fuller meal for him and make sure the bed was ready. Of course, when he was done, Morgana was waiting for him. Perched on the edge of the bed, there's various types of bandages on her lap and multuple jars sitting beside her.
Darkedge	When at last the elf was clean and mostly dry and dressed, he stepped from the bathroom. Hair colored to match his eyes hangs loose to his shoulder blades. Some parts are longer, brushing at the lower part of his ribcage. **My thanks, Majesty,** he says formally, eyes taking in where she is and what she has with her. Though smaller than what was taking away, the new clothing is still too loose.
Morgana le Fay	Morgana smiles gently and motions for him to join her. **No thanks is necessary though since I know you'll insist... You are most welcome. I am told that you have many injuries of various rypes.. Please."
Darkedge	The elf lord makes his way over to sit at her side. His conscious is eased by her accepting his gratitude, allowing him to make a mental tally of her kindnesses and how he might set about repayment.
Morgana le Fay	**You'll need to remove your shirt so I can get to all of the wounds, my Lord.** Yes, his clothing had been shown to her. **Once I get them treated, we'll need to change the bandages regularly.**
Darkedge	UNless he's healed magically. Belynrath takes a moment to steady himself before he pulls the clean shirt free. What the servant didn't spot Morgana can now see clearly: the scar over his heart. He sets the shirt aside and inclines his chin to dispell his on sense of trepidation.
Morgana le Fay	**I mean you no harm,** is repeated softly as Morgana picks up the first jar. A burn cream. Applied, ever so gently, where it's needed, the Queen continues to speak. **Are you willing to tell me what brings you to the surface? It is not often that your people choose to leave the caves.**
Darkedge	That first brush of cooling cream has Belynrath inhaling silently through parted lips. He fights to keep from arching into her touch. Her question is met with hesitation. Is he willing? Not really, and yet, she asked, he doesn't feel like skirting hte truth. **Banished,** he says finally, face turning from the Queen in what must be shame.
Morgana le Fay	**Banished? To the surface? Why?** A harsh punishment to be certain. Bit by bit, the cream is applied and when all the vurns are covered, her hand is wiped clean and then she moves on to the actual bandaging of the burns. **What skills do you possess?**
Darkedge	He knew she was going to ask. DOesn't make him any more confortable. **I angered the ladies of a House,** is all he says of it, because it really was so amateur of him. Not that he'd have really changed much of anything because he still thinks he's in love with her. Even if he was manuveuring to crush her house. As for his skills... again how should he answer? **....I've been combat trained...** WHich is likely the least of what he can do and yet that's where he starts.