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[~echo~]

David was sitting at a desk nearby in the same room, a few fingers pressed to his forehead as he pored ofer his schoolwork as well as battle strategies for the future. A knock sounded softly at the door. When nobody answered, it returned with more volume though not disrespectfully so.

Dallas stood at the other side of the door, a tray of two drinks on his hand. He wore a rather impressive disguise that made his eyes green and his hair red. His nose and cheekbones were still the same, though. He pulled on his servant's uniform nervously- this was the biggest job he'd been given since his blunder in bringing Ayla to the rebel headquarters.

[CrimsonMoon]

Ayla had noticed the ginger servant but never gottan close enough to truely examine him. She looks down the hal lwhen the knocking begins and puts down the uniform neatly. She closes her eyes and listens... Every now and than, she could hear conversations through the vents nearby...

[~echo~]

Dallas ducked into the doorway when David gave him the signal to come in. He nodded at Ayla and then took a cup off of the tray, offering it to David. He took it and set it down while he scribbled a few notes down on a piece of thick parchment. Dallas moved onto Ayla and offered her the other water.

[CrimsonMoon]

Ayla smiles and breathes softly," thank you so much... I'll help Cook down in the kitchen later this evening so will you tell him for me... Please?" She smiles gently, taking the glass of water and in a smooth movement... Leaving a small scrap of paper sticking out just barely beneath the coaster

[~echo~]

Dallas noticed the piece of paper but forced his face to stay passive. "Yes, madam," he murmured as he turned to the other man in the room. He watched as he took a sip without consequence, and then another... The poison was supposed to work within seconds. His eyes widened and he turned back to Ayla. "Ah... ma'am, I just realized that... that cup is a bit, ahem, dirty. Let me take that."

David watched suspiciously as he drank his water. He dismissed it, though, and turned back to his studies. Dallas had realized that he must have accidentally switched the cups and Ayla had come a hair's breadth from deaths cold grasp.

[CrimsonMoon]

Ayla blinks in confusion but shakes her head with a tint smile," No, no, it's quite alright, that's why we have hankies-" she produces a hankerchief and wipes the rim of the glass," See? No harm done," and raises the glass to her lips

[~echo~]

Dallas panicked, and, in his panic, yelled," NO!" he smacked the glass from her hands in his desperation, spiking it on the carpet. David arose from his seat in a flash, his face contorted in fury. "How dare you, you Inferior dog!"

[CrimsonMoon]

Ayla flinches in suprise but quickly and stands, she rushes to David, placig herself between te two and placing her hads on his shoulder," Oh I completely forgot! The say that dirty dishes can have traces of the old plagues on them-" he words pouring out of her mouth before she can stop them," Thank you for looking out for me, how about you go get something to clean this up?" She glances at Dallas, urgency in her gaze

[~echo~]

David stood there in clear fury but eventually sat back down, his eyes full of resentment towards the lower race. Dallas's eyes were wide and frightened, although he wasn't afraid. After a few months on the battlefield, he was almost a better fighter than David himself. He nodded at Ayla and hurried off, grasping the tray still with the piece of paper. He slipped into a narrow, secluded corner to read it. It said --

[CrimsonMoon]

' I know I don't know you and you pobably don't know me, but I need your help sending a message to a dear friend of mine. You seem like the rebel type. -Ayla'

Ayla gently sat David back down, nuzzling his hair," Calm down, my love... You and I... We'll be unstoppable together... Remember?"

[~echo~]

Dallas read the note several times to memorize her handwriting before getting poisoning a pitcher of water and getting Ayla a new glass of clear water. He scribbled his kite and put it on the bottom of te cup so she could see it while drinking. He returned, cleaned up the mess, and poured the poisoned water into David's cup.

[CrimsonMoon]

Ayla kisses David's cheek and murmurs," Why don't you finish off your glass of water and i'll get some tea or something," she smiles playfully and whispers," don't let your anger take hold of you...

[~echo~]

David glared up at the servant before turning to his fiancée. "I'm not thirsty. I can't be distracted from my work."

[CrimsonMoon]

" You also don't have to be dehydrated. Very well, i'll make something cool for you," She leans over and kisses his cheek, taking the tray of water from Dallas and opening the door with her back," Don't set the house on fire with your anger, I still want to marry you," she teases gently

[~echo~]

Dallas's heart plummeted when she said that. He let her take the tray and slowly followed her out of the room. How could he get David to drink the water? David watched the other boy with a baleful look on his face. "Alright, he said with a smile.

[CrimsonMoon]

Ayla pours out the water in the kitchen, noticing a white grime on the glass and frowning... She quickly scrubs it off and starts looking for some kind of soda that they used to drink at school. She sighs and sits down, restin her hea in her hands... She loved David... But she loved Dallas...

[~echo~]

Dallas slipped into the kitchen after her and gazed at her. "Ayla," he said with a small bow. "I will help you get a message to your friend."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Shh," she chides softly, not looking at him as she bends down in front of the freezer," There are cameras... They just haven't installed sound yet... You need to stop trying to kill my fiance if you really want to help me," she sighs and moves deeper into the cold storage cabinet

[~echo~]

Dallas's jaw clenched but he pretended to be working on some food at the counter. "I can't. I have orders. But you were right- I am a rebel. Meet me outside the garden wall at twelve this evening. There we can discuss what we must." He spoke somewhat loudly because he knew nobody was around and that the walls were thick enough for you to be yelling and nobody would hear you.

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Very well, but please just stop trying to kill him... I love him," she whispers softly, barely audibly, the pain in her voice clear