Fantasy/Fiction
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the white robes of the young woman swirled behind her in stark contrast to the showman like performance and playful demeanor she demonstrated in the courtyard. She was all business now, walking past Alistair without so much as a glance, she soon stood toe to toe with the first of the two centuries. I demand to be allowed into the room, she told them. Alistair smiled with amusement, crossing his hands behind his head. He leaned back against the wall like a theater lover, ready to be entertained by a good show. The council is in deliberation. The guard spoken a crisp official tone without even looking at the visitor. No 1 may enter until they're finished. The woman scowled, her demeanor darkening. I'm here on orders of the king, she said, raising her voice. You will let me into the council. The council is in deliberation. The century repeated. No 1 may enter until they're finished the envoy's face. When Scarlett Alistair fought the urge to laugh as she swelled with fury. How dare you? She hissed. She raised her arms, directing her fingers aggressively at the guards. Alistair felt the magic building around her as she summoned her energy. His smile vanished. She was clearly planning to attack the guards jumping from his seat. He grabbed the woman's arms, directing them downward toward the floor. Her furious *** is now turned upon him. How dare you touch me? Do you know who I am? With all due respect, madam, I don't care, Alistair said. No title or threat is going to get you past these guards. They don't understand a word you're saying.