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I Was Dead When I Woke Up This Morning
Jan. 25th, 2014 02:09 pmShe feels like she has been walking through these halls all her life. Hasn't she? After all, nothing that came before conversion really ever mattered.
She had refused, even after Riddick had opened the door and granted her freedom again, to appear in public until she didn't look haggard and ragged from imprisonment. The first time she had permitted herself to be seen, she had felt the eyes of the other courtiers stabbing like hot metal into her back.
It didn't matter. As long as the Lord Marshall determined she had value, their glares were the only weapons they could safely inflict upon her. Crossing Riddick came at a cost, and they were all had her to look upon as an example.
She had refused, even after Riddick had opened the door and granted her freedom again, to appear in public until she didn't look haggard and ragged from imprisonment. The first time she had permitted herself to be seen, she had felt the eyes of the other courtiers stabbing like hot metal into her back.
It didn't matter. As long as the Lord Marshall determined she had value, their glares were the only weapons they could safely inflict upon her. Crossing Riddick came at a cost, and they were all had her to look upon as an example.
