Crixus merely remained silent as they both spoke, it was not news to him. He kept his eye on their surroundings.

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She stumbled as Camomille stopped. "True? What?" she was confused. "What?" she looked down, confused as to what she meant.

Camomille lifted her eyes shyly as if to royalty,"If you are from Edoras, and if you are somehow related to...the Lady Eowen. That's what i asked." Camomille breathed softly. "Your names are so similar, see."

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She sighed. "I am Eonwe, daughter of King Eomer, and to his wife Queen Lothiriel." she looked down "Lady Eowyn, married to Lord Faramir of Gondor, is a relation."

Camomille gaped in a full jaw drop. "But th-th-then.." She abruptly stoped trying to talk and pulld her self together, "Eowen would be your aunt!"

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"Yes, and I am the princess of Rohan." her shoulders drooped and she sighed. "I do not wish anyone to know..." she said quietly.

Camomille stared and gaped, so overcome she could hardly speak. In stead she jumped up and down animatedly untill her words burst from her. "I KNOW her!" Camomille exclamed, "Well, I mean, I don't know her, but my brother, Merry does. They rode into the battle of The Palanior Feilds together, and defeated the witch king!" Camomille practly panted. "My brother speaks very highly of her! That nearly makes us family." she exclaimed, jubelent. "Strange, that we should meet, and like this!" her curls bounced as she bobbed her head, looking at Crixus as if to read his thoughts on the matter.

"but..." Camomille's face suddenly fell as she saw the sad look on Eonwe's face. "If you're the princess of Edoras...Then how did you get here?! To be a sla..." Camomille was about to see slave but she saw the hurt in Eonwe's face. "But you don't have to talk about it if you don't want." Camomille reverted topics at top speed, looking with empathy on Eonwe and squeezing her hand. "My lips are seald."

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She flinched slightly, knowing Crixus had no idea about the rest of her family. "My brother became jealous and sold me." she said, knowingly that would explain most of it. She carefully kept her gaze away from anywhere near where Crixus's own gaze would be, so she looked at Camomille. "Thank you, for not telling anyone."

Camomille bounced with questions, becoming more excited with every word of Eonwe's that lacked excitment. "But isn't it a wonder that we should meet, after our family history?!" she asked, tugging Eonwe's hand. Then the rest of what the princess had said suddenly sank in. "Wait, your bother WHAT!?"

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Crixus removed all emotion from his face, doing his best to remain impassive.
It was a strange coincidence that both were linked in such a way, yet it wasn't really his concern.
At Camomille's next question he knew the answer,how she had become a slave, and as Eonwe spoke, his eyes still fixed forward.

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"And if I go anywhere near there I will be executed." she really didn't look at Crixus now. She had forgiven him, yet the memory came flooding back and she looked down and the bracelet he had given her. "I would rather live a humble life, and only treated as you would treat anyone, Camomille. I request nothing besides that and your friendship from you."

"Granted, it was your's from the first, but..." Camomille calmed down and looked earnestly at Eonwe, wanting to help, "Sold you into slavery? Executed?! I mean, the worst Merry and i do is quarrel, and maybe he throws me in the pond sometimes - but that's when i really deserve it.." Camomille faded off, a pang hurting her heart as she thought of Merry, and how she missed him and home.

" -but slaver? Exicution?" Camomilled looked at her friend, worried. "what happend to bring that about?" Camomille's voice was not demanding, but coaxing, a gentle voice. It said without words that she wanted to know, she wanted to help make things right. she could help, and she wanted to take Eonwe's sufferings away. Camomille tried to catch Crixus's eye once again, but the man stared impassivly foward.

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"He grew jealous and paranoid, wishing to eliminate all competition for the throne, Eoman did. My own brother..." perhaps she was more hurt than she cared to admit. But she shoved it away. "But really, as long as I am not caught I'm fine."

Crixus kept his eyes forward looking for a distraction. People, animals, anything.
He finally found what they had set out for.
''Apologies for interrupting'' he said, still not looking at them.
He nodded forward to the outskirts of a small village.
''We are fortunate''

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"Oh, Eonwe.." Camomille stroked the others hand, "It is NOT fine, it is terrible!" Camomille gasped, almost feeling tears in her own eyes. "Not to make you feel any worse..." she half apologised, wincing. "but...why would you be exicuted? Would not your father protect you from such implaced jelousy?"

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"My father knows not, and believes me dead." she whispered. It had been simple. She had been nabbed while she was playing...she shook her head to look at the town.