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"Lydia." It didn't matter, he probabl already knew her name. And if he didn't, he would have found out. What was the point in hiding it, anyway? Now that there were more candles, she could see his face. He was better looking than she'd imagined, and seemed to be around her age. Figures. They always put the youngest ones on night watch. She didn't know why, but she found herself strangely attracted to the crookedness of his nose.
"Lydia."Issac repeated with a sort of flare. The name rolled off of his tongue, and he settled right back in front of her cage again. It really was small, wasn't it? And with straw? What was she? An animal? Hardly. He studied her for a moment, now that he could see her more clearly, before shrugging to himself at an internal thought."Well, Lydia, you must be pretty special if the King wants to see you. I've met him once."He paused, lowering his voice conspicuously."Kind of big around the belly, but don't tell him a told you that."Issac's eyes twinkled with the candle's light.
Lydia let a small smile escape. She'd already known; she'd seen him a few times, during one of which she was planning an assasination. One that had failed.
"I have spent the past few years trying to find a way to kill him, so, yes, I'd say I'm special to him." She shook her head, and changed the subject. "But you haven't told me your name."
"Oh? So you're an assaisan?" Issac replied, wiggling his brows again. He said the word like it was a teasing thing to be."No wonder you're so up there."He added, before his eyes danced more wildly."My name is Issac. Issac, your humble guard."Issac did a mock bow while sitting down on the floor.
"No, not an assasin." Lydia replied, grinning at his theatrics. "A revolutionary. I don't just kill people. I also save the ones Thale has condemned."
Her words caught Issac's attention immediately. He straightened, his brown eyes now curious.
"Condemned?"He echoed back to her, raising a brow."How so?"Issac had heard whispers about many strange things. About a disease, so strikingly like the one his mother had...
"You've heard of the plague in the East, right?" Lydia said. Of course he had, everyone knew about it. But it was usually safe here, so most didn't care. She'd told people before, but they always called the guards on her for conspiring. Of course, there wasn't much risk here, was there? She leaned forward. "Have you ever wondered...Where all the gold comes from? There are no mines around here, and taxes are low."
Issac listened intently, staring at her eyes. In the firelight, flecks of good came out of the moss green. He couldn't help but titling this head slightly, his gaze becoming serious.
"You do have some good points."He admitted, before his expression became more serious. "You know, my mom died of this weird disease a while back. And my sister is blind..."Issac stopped abruptly, his expression changing into a more carefree one."I've been trying to find a cure, you know? She deserves to see the world, and my brother and father have just kind of accepted it."He looked troubled for a moment, giving so much personal information away, but Lydia was a prisoner."I'm sure you understand; you seem very passionate about this Cause of yours."
Lydia was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry, but...I don't think you can cure blindness." She said simply. The Crimson Death, however...There had to be a way. But she wasn't saying anything about the Cause's attempts at a cure. Not to Thale's soldier.
"Thale is trading in people." She said quickly, hoping he wouldn't think she was crazy. "Test subjects and workers for Drien. I don't know if...Maybe all the going back and forth...Could it have spread the plague to here?" If his mother had died from the plague, that could mean...No. It had to have been something else.
For a moment, Issac's brown eyes darkened. Oh really? Ms.Lydia-the-prisoner didn't think there was a cure for blindness? She didn't seem like she meant any harm, but still. If anything, Issac was stubborn. Alice would see if it was the last thing he would do...
"What?"Issac blinked at her words, frowning at them. King Thale was...trading people? The concept was ridiculous, and he squinted his eyes in suspicion. There was a frantic look in her face..."Huh. Right. The King is...sending people."Perhaps Lydia was crazy after all.
Lydia sighed and leaned back again. People rarely believed her, why should he be different? "Laugh if you want, but it's true. Drien is trying-and failing-to make a cure. They are purposely infecting people Thale sends so they can try to cure them. Others, if they're lucky, go to work in quarantine. Which isn't much better. Most still get infected. But Thale doesn't care, as long as he gets his gold and his Kingdom is happy." She said, a tone of bitternes crawling into her voice. "He-" she cut off angrily, and started braiding straw faster, yanking on the pieces almost visciously. She probably even looked nuts now.
"I'm not laughing."Issac pointed out calmly, watching her shred her straw bed win passion. Alice sometimes braided straw when she was bored...what would his little sister think of Lydia? She'd listen, like always, and maybe even believe her. Could Issac, though? Her ideas were crazy. Way out there..."You're not gonna like sleeping on that wood all night. The straw would of helped."Issac pointed out good naturedly."If I get you some more, would you stop shredding it?"
"Probably not." Lydia replied tersely. "I can still sleep on it is the pieces are smaller." Though, the parts that were braided weren't going to be very comfortable. "Besides, I'd rather sleep on just the floor." She said the last part mostly just for the sake of arguement, but it was partly true. Straw was pokey, and sometimes made her eyes itch. But, without it, her hands would have nothing to do and that was much worse to her than itching eyes.
"Suit yourself."Isaac replied; shrugging as he got comfortable."I'm not allowed to sleep, so unless you want to stay up all night talking to yours truly,"He flashed another grin,"You better get comfortable."
Yeah. Like that was going to happen. Lydia didn't really want to sleep, but knew she should try, so she pushed aside some straw, baring the hard wooden floor, and lay down. Now that she was trying to sleep, however, she noticed that it was cold. Not freezing cold, just cold enough to be uncomfortable and keep you awake.
"Oh Lydia, you're killin' me here."Issac complained mockingly. He got up, and opened a door that was well hidden in a niche of stone. It was hard to see what he was exactly doing in the light, but when he reappeared, he had a woolen blanket. It was a reasonable size, and he put it where she could reach it in the floor."Everyone deserves to sleep well."
She took it. "You keep blankets in the walls?" Wrapping it around herself tightly, she wondered if he would get in trouble for giving it to her. Then she wondered why she cared.
'For the guards."Issac explained, shrugging as if it was nothing. She couldn't just freeze to death..."Might get in trouble for that, too, but I don't really care."Issac repeated, broadly grinning."You're lucky I'm a rebel."
Lydia found it mildly amusing that he called himself a rebel for giving her a blanket, given her occupation. "For a rebel, you don't rebel much." she commented as she settled down again. "Thanks."
"I hope you know I am taking that as an insult." Issac replied, though with a teasing tone."Not the smartest, since I am your guard." He added, before yawning. It was going to be a long night if she actually fell asleep.