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@godlyfantasy12 I have the scene where Torryn is asking Maddock to court Ellie if you wanna read it lol
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HERE YOU GO!
Maddock heaved a sigh as Torryn entered – not a good sign. Not the “I’m so happy you’re here, Torryn” kind of sigh. More like a “Why on earth are you interrupting me right now?” kind of sigh. Torryn stood in the doorway, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Maddock barely glanced up as Torryn entered before he started shining his battle axe again.
“All right, you said you needed to speak to me about something important. So, spit it out and try not to waste any more of my time than absolutely necessary.”
Torryn sucked in a deep breath of air. He exhaled with slow deliberation. He wiped his palms on the edge of his cloak. He, Torryn Velgard Hvalman, could sneak past an armed battalion in the dead of night without turning a hair. But when it came to standing in front of this glowering giant with a particular question on the tip of his tongue…Torryn thought he’d melt in a puddle on the floor.
He drew himself up to his full height. Maddock stepped closer, his boots thumping against the wooden floorboards. To Torryn’s ears, his own heartbeat drowned out any other sounds. Torryn’s jaw clenched. He gave his hands one last swipe across the hem of his cloak. He practiced this over and over yesterday with Randyn until the boy’s uncontrollable giggling forced him to cut the rehearsal short.
“Yes, I did – have something to say, I mean. That is,” Torryn blurted out the rest of his sentence without stopping, “I wanted to ask your permission to court Ellie because I love her and believe she is the woman God is leading me to marry.”
Torryn flushed beet-red to the tips of his ears at Maddock’s low groan.
“You want to marry Ellie?” Maddock repeated the phrase with a shake of his head. He whistled under his breath, dragging his fingers through his hair. It stuck up wildly in all directions.
“Well, yes,” Torryn twisted the hem of his midnight black heart in his fingers. “that is, I want to court her now and marry her. Yes, marry her.”
Torryn wished if he closed his eyes, he could sink into the floor instead of stammering and bumbling his way to his point. Ugh! If only he could turn back time and start all over again!
Maddock stared at the ceiling. His mouth moved as though he counted to himself.
“So he wants to marry my sister?”
Torryn swallowed and glanced up at the ceiling too. Randyn never prepared him for this. He’d answered intelligibly – not simply repetition.
“Have you told her this?”
Torryn stiffened. The heat of annoyance replaced the flush of embarrassment on his face. He flung his head back and squared his shoulders.
“Of course I haven’t told her!” he snapped, all former intentions of making a good impression entirely abandoned. “What kind of code of honor do you think I have?”
Maddock leveled an icy stare at Torryn and slammed his axe down on the table. Torryn steeled himself not to flinch.
“The code of honor of a spy and…assassin. Don’t open your mouth. You don’t have to justify yourself. We both know what the deal is between us. Speaking of spies…what would be your real name? Surely you wouldn’t walk around without an alias, huh?”
“Oh and you think I’m going to tell you?” The words stormed out before Torryn could stop them.
“Yes, considering you want to court my only sister.”
“But you haven’t even given your permission.”
Maddock paced back and forth behind the table. He clenched his hands into large, powerful fists – one of which, Torryn surmised, could knock him out cold in a heartbeat. He stepped back.
“I believe, Mr. Velgard, if that’s your name, I have the right to ask you some questions before I let your rush off into wedded bliss with my little sister.”
The room blurred and swirled before Torryn’s eyes. His stomach churned. His name…his full name…that meant spilling his past before a man who’d unleash a torrent of fury on his head for sure! His name ensured a hail of curses in Carpaz…Torryn knew that…
“Torryn Velgard…Hvalman.”
Maddock whirled on him with the fury of a wounded wolf. The man’s raw rage slammed against Torryn’s heart. The spy tensed, bracing himself. The knot in his stomach tightened. Nausea flowed over him in waves. Torryn pressed his fist against his side, resisting the urge to wrap his fingers around his dagger hilt.
“Hvalman?” Maddock roared, nearly shaking the walls of the armory with the sheer force of his voice. His face burned with the fire of the accumulated hatred of many years…and the pain of a recent death that lingered like an unhealed wound in his heart. “Hvalman? How dare you even show your face here to ask something like that? You think I would consider for a second letting Ellie court you? Don’t you even think about lifting your eyes to hers! She’s far above the likes of you, you traitor! You would only pollute her name with yours over my dead body.”
Torryn bowed his head under the lashing torrent of words that Maddock continued to hurl at him. He bit his lip, not even trying to fight Maddock back. He deserved this – the price he had to pay for bearing his father’s name.
Maddock stopped. Silence froze the room. Torryn glanced up. Maddock held his axe in white-knuckled fingers. Light glinted off the deadly sharp edge of the blade.
“Get. Out.” Hatred jerked the words out of Maddock. “Now.”
Torryn gulped. He bowed low, the hem of his cloak swishing against the floor.
“Don’t worry. You’ll never have to put up with the sight of me again.”
Torryn whirled on his heel and marched out. Once he left the armory behind, he ran, pumping his legs as hard as they could go. Faster and faster until the trees blurred against the path, giving way to the hard-pressed dirt of the cliff path. Still, he ran on until a pain in his side forced him to slow his pace. He jogged over to the edge of the cliff. Waves crashed and roared in the distance. Torryn sunk to his knees, jerking his sleeve across his eyes. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a single golden flower.
A smile twitched over his face then faded as the tears fell. Torryn closed his palm around the delicate bloom. Then he let it fall over the edge, drifting down, down, down…
“Bye, Ellie,” he whispered. “Guess it wasn’t meant to be.”
After all, what hope could a guy with a past like him harbor with someone as sweet and innocently lovely as Ellie Rhisgard? None. None at all.
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@queen_of_alvastia NO!!!!!! NO NO NO NOOOOO 😭 I NEED THE HAPPY ENDING!! I need Maddock being told WHAT FOR BY HIMSELF OR SOMEONE ELSE!!!! MADDOCK HOW DARE YOU!! I GET YOU’RE HURTING BUT THE SON SHOULD NOT HAVE TO BE PUT UNDER THE SINS OF HIS FATHER!
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@queen_of_alvastia THE BABY!!!!!!! 😭
NOW YOU MUST SAVE HIM!!!!!!! ❤️
If TORRYN DIES…I…IDK…I…JUST…IDK…I…😭😭😭😭
@godlyfantasy12 IKR??? SOMEONE PLEASE!! AND TORRYN IS ACTUALLY TRYING SO SO SO HARD TO MOVE ON FROM THE HIS OLD LIFE BUT HIS FATHER’S NAME BASICALLY CASTS A SHADOW ON…
HIS
WHOLE
LIIIIIFEEEEE!!!!
As for a happy ending…. *gulps* 😶😶😶 *glances at my plot*
(As you can clearly see….Maddock has issues….LOTS of issues. *fp*)
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@freedomwriter76 This is what I meant when I said I WILL HAVE TO BREAK him to get him to where he needs to be faithwise. Actually this is just the tip of the iceburg…sorry peeps….MORE STUFF HAPPENS TO TORRYN!! VERY SAD STUFF!!
*heaves a giant sigh* I SHALL TRY…but unless something DRASTIC happens to change my plot….
HE….
MUST….
DIE.
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*sorry* *goes in a corner and cries over Torryn*
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@queen_of_alvastia Aww, he drowned? that’s too bad!! He’s awesome!
Oh, and half my guy charries have the same problem, the “I’m not worthy of this girl because I’ve done way too many not nice things” problem.
“Elephant”?? Ok then, I guess….
It’s hilarious tho!
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*joins you, bearing tissues* 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
wait….
wait wait did I just read that right…
U ARE GOONG TO KILL TORRYN?!??
I THINK I AM GOING TO CRY AND I JUST MET HIM PLZ NOOO PLZZZZZZ PLZ PLZ PLZ NOOOOO!!!! 😭 *cries forever*
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#ProtectSebYUP! I had too, tho he was making my MC’s life too miserable and if I just stuck him in jail he’d break out again. Glad you thought he was awesome – while he lasted – though! 🙂
Awwww that’s sad!!! Torryn is the only person I have like that. I only have 2 other couples and they both get to marry happily <333
If it works it works XDXD
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@freedomwriter76 TISSUE FORT!!!! *winks*
@godlyfantasy12 *gulps* *nods*Yup….WHY DID I TELL Y’ALL THAT!!?!? O_o AND YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT!!!! GAHHHHH!!!!
(I’m glad you guys like him tho….I’ve told one other friend about him and she’s also like SAVE HIM!! bc technically I created him for her so she could have a spy charrie in my book and now I’M KILLING HIM OFFFFF!!!!!)
All right now I REALLY do want to save him BELIEVE YOU ME! BUT he is dying in place of another charrie I REFUSE to let die….so……
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