Fae, Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Damien woke in the morning, in the hopes of not waking me. He silently moved out of the bed, and quietly put his weaponry belt and shoes back on. When I wrapped my arms around his waist, he realized that I hadn’t been asleep. “Good morning, Princess.” His voice was livelier than it had been the night before, but it was also cautious. “Did you sleep at all, then?”

“For a little while, maybe. I can’t really tell.” I sighed, and felt my body ache. “Not really.” I corrected, and tried to prop myself up. The room was lit by the natural light streaming in the windows. It was not as early in the morning as it had been yesterday, but it was still early. Guards still stood sentinel outside, spears erect. “What will happen to Selene?” I asked him, suddenly. Afraid for the manipulated Fae, I wouldn’t be able to think about much else until I knew her fate. “She’ll be treated, and then moved to new duties outside the castle grounds,” he said, his voice low, unfazed. I nodded. At least, then, she wouldn’t be killed.

I looked at my arm. The pink mark was still vividly there. It would help my case with the elders, if they thought that this was a ploy. Damien aided my attempts at getting up, and then, weakly, I walked over to the chest once more. I picked one of my finest dresses, an ocean gray gown that sparkled and moved when I did. The sleeves were long, and the long draping ends went down to the bottom of the dress. My long dark hair was going to be in the way, so, sighing, I realized that I needed Aloriel.

Luckily, there was a knock at the door, and inside stepped Aloriel. “Just in time,” I laughed weakly. “I need your help.”

She calmly took a bone comb and boar brush and tamed my long hair. Then, braiding it, she wrapped it around my head until only a small amount remained, which she tucked neatly in. My look was almost complete, except the necessary mark of my rank. The metal band that she placed on my head was bright and gleaming silver, and it curled around itself in ivy patterns. Placing ear decorations on, I was complete in only a short while.

Damien took a second look when I walked over to him. It had been a while since I had dressed this finely. My wings glowed in the daylight, out here on the balcony, and even the guards were looking. The glances made my stomach turn, and placing my hands in Damien’s, I took small pleasure in the kiss he gave me. “I need to go to the garden,” I said to him. He nodded, and then excused the guards from his duties. “Do you need to walk, or can you fly?” He asked.

I sighed. “I can fly, I think.” I gave my wings a few quick flutters, and getting into the air was easy. We made it to the garden with little trouble, and once we were there, I knelt at the my parents’ monuments. In my soul, I begged for guidance. I missed them now, more than ever. The wound on my arm throbbed, and my mind went numb as I knelt there.




Minutes passed like this, before something magical happened. Before my hands, appeared my father’s sword. Unnamed, and made by my father himself, it had been buried with him. On top of it, my mothers tiara. Both looked the same as they had been before my parents had died. Now, they were here in front of me.

Tears fell before I could stop them. My father had once told me that his sword’s soul had chosen him in a dream, and he had created it’s body. ‘It will come to those it wants to,’ he had told me only shortly before his mysterious death. ‘And it will be loyal only to that person.’

My mothers tiara was simply just the tiara, though it held a lot of meaning to me. I had insisted that she be honored by keeping it, though now I supposed that she had wanted me to have it, regardless. A sob shook out. Damien gripped my shoulder gently. “Princess,” he whispered. “They are looking for you, out on the grounds.”

I looked up. My ear loops jingled in the breeze. “They know that’s happened. I’m sure of it.” I picked the items up, and held them close to my heart. My eyes dried, and when I finally left the garden, I knew I had my parents strength to aid me. I took the sword, and at my waist, I took the belt and fastened it. I kept my mother’s tiara in my hands, and held it close to my heart. I walked to the first caller, and found a Water Fairy looking at me, her ice blue eyes and silvery blonde hair glowing in the sunlight.

 “The elders are looking for you, Princess.”

I nodded. “Thank you, Dianne.” She nodded, and then flew off.

Damien landed seconds after the encounter. “You know you’ll need training to wield that, right?” He asked. I looked at him coyly. “As if I couldn’t take you,” I said, and he arched an eyebrow. “You know you couldn’t.”

I sighed.

Walking to the great halls once more, I saw that the tables had been centered by the servants and other workers. The Elders were seated at their appointed seats, and the final seat at the head of the table was empty. I stood there for a brief moment, and composed myself once more, making sure my dress was smoothed out and that my father’s sword was sitting appropriately. Aloriel stood in a corner, and Damien nodded to her. Her head was bowed in respect, but her eyes grew wide when she spotted the sword, and what I held tenderly in my fingers.

“Princess Mira, please,” The Fire elder called from the front of the room. Damien bowed out of respect for the elders, and then walked with me up to the seat. He stood behind where I sat, and I watched Aloriel leave. She was probably off to either watch Galen, or tend to my rooms. My mind flickered back to the human prisons, and the injuries I’d healed on her.



The elders called my attention once more.
 “That is your father’s sword.” The Fire elder was agape, and all the others were, with the exception of the Wind elder, who sat calmly in her seat, watching me from across the tables.

I nodded calmly, but did not reply verbally. What would I say about it?

“It appeared before her this morning,” Damien’s voice came from behind me, low, and careful. I didn’t look over my shoulder at him, instead, I unsheathes the unnamed sword and placed it delicately on the table. The red leather wrapped hilt looked every bit as new as the day my father had made it. Throughout the fights my father had been through, this sword hadn’t aged a day. Exhausted, the simple motion of placing the sword made my world fade into black and white momentarily, and I sat back down carefully, keeping my illusion as carefully as I could.

The elders shook their shock away, and then decided at once to get down to business. “Your brother disappeared last night, after an attack on you in your quarters. His accomplice and personal guard, Selene, is in the dungeons awaiting her punishment,” the Wind elder spoke calmly, her pure silver hair tied back in a decorative tail that draped over her shoulder. Her clear crystal decorations glittered in the sunlight steaming through the window, but her mood seemed as dark as the shadows through her calmness. These were dark times, and now the child king who had caused them was nowhere to be found.

“But we are now in need of a crowned leader, Princess.” The Water elder spoke through his thick beard. “We’ve already decided that we cannot wait for Nero to return. You must take your crown back,” his voice was like a musical brook, but he too was in a dark mood. Everyone here was. Damien’s breathing was audible to me from behind my chair. Closing my eyes, I let my breathing calm and match his. My hands touched the sword, which felt warm under my fingers. I opened my eyes when I had reached my decision to go forward with it.

“Yes, I’ll take back the throne.”

The elders nodded in agreement. “The coronation, however, must be done with this,” I held out my mothers tiara. The Wind elder gasped when she realized who’s it was. My mother had been from the Wind Fae, and this tiara had always had great meaning. “It appeared with my father’s sword. I believe it is my parents way of giving their blessing, Elders.” The Wind elder looked as if she was about to cry, but I was too tired to feel empathy. My reactions were slowing, and as I stood to excuse myself, I leaned against the table with my injured arm. The wound throbbed, but as I gripped the hilt of the unnamed sword, strength surged back into me, and I sheathed it carefully at my hip.

 I would have to train with it – Damien had been right.

Not today. I was too weak.



Turning to Damien, I didn’t look back at the elders as I left the hall. I walked the paths to my rooms calmly, with my chin held erect, though my mind was growing duller by the moment. I kept my hand on the hilt as I walked, and servants parted as Damien and I went past. They bowed quietly, then moved on as we did.

“Firebird.”

“Did you say something?” I whipped around on Damien, but he looked shocked when I did. “No, Princess.” He looked on edge, like I really had said something out of the blue. “Are you alright?” He asked hurriedly. I didn’t respond, instead, I looked down at the sword. It’s warmth had grown, and I now was fully aware of the amount of energy that was flowing through me. “I am Firebird.” The sword, I realized, was communicating with me. “So that is your name?” I asked aloud to it, but no response came.

It was silent once more.

Damien grabbed my arm gently. “Are you alright, Mira?”

I looked into his eyes calmly. “My father’s sword’s name is Firebird.” His eyes narrowed, but then he nodded. “It spoke,” his voice was low, but not questioning.

“Yes.”

My room was freshly cleaned, but I payed little notice as I threw myself onto the bed, sword, tiara, and all. I was too weak to think about even falling asleep. By the time I could have, I was already gone.

Fae, Chapter Six

Chapter Six

He looked up, startled. His young Faerie face spoke of childhood, not maturity. It was his childishness that made him seek revenge on those he felt had wronged him. “Oh. Mira,” his mouth curved in a mischievous grin. “Welcome back. How was your flight?” He asked. Since I was back, I hoped he realized it hadn’t been successful. “There are slave traders in our area. What are you doing about them?” I asked quietly. “Let them be. They’re making their living.”

“But those are our people their making their living from!” I hissed. “So?” Nero asked, both his face and voice apathetic. I felt ice creep into my veins, and travel into my voice.

“Do you even remember what day it is, child?” I said scathingly. A sarcastic glitter appeared in his eyes. “Of course, Princess.” I felt Damien getting uncomfortable behind me, and with venom in my voice.

“Do you really?”

I couldn’t believe I’d even shown myself to this child Fae. So much younger than me, and so much more naive, he would surely try something again to get me to either leave – or die. Aloriel stood from a courtiers table, and then came over, taking a position next to Damien. Curtsying to the prince, I then felt her eyes on me. I stood straighter as he, too, stood, wiping his mouth and snapping to his servants. Leaving, his coy smile made me want to punch him, or blow his head off with the magic that seemed to pulse more angrily inside me with every step he took.

“Princess?”

Aloriel brought me back. Turning to her only halfway, I looked her up and down calmly. “Are you okay?” She asked. Damien’s eyes asked the same question, but his stance remained impassive, and his sword hang from his hip menacingly – though the menace was not aimed towards either of the two women near him. I didn’t respond to the question. Instead, I took a bag from her belt and filled it with food that I would take back to my room. Walking out without a word, I didn’t care to hear if they were following or not. When I arrived back to my room, and no one arrived after me, I realized that they actually hadn’t. Where Damien was, then, I had no idea. Walking out onto the balcony, and then flying off of it, I wondered how much trouble I’d get into with him this time.

He was there, in my private hiding place. He’d known where I’d go. Here in the garden I’d nurtured around my parents final resting place, I’d often hidden when I was upset. Feeling close to them always made me feel better, even if I knew they were no longer here to help me. Damien stood apart from the graves, his head bent in respect for the departed, when I landed quietly in the center of my garden. The flowers here were always in bloom, protected by my long past spells to keep anything that would harm the blooms at bay. Frost lingered on the edge of the grasses around the garden, but here, everything was untouched by time and the elements. The only thing that ever fell here was rain.


“Damien,” I said.
“You knew where I was going.”

His eyes still closed, he nodded. “Despite your illusion of the perfectly trained princess,” he sighed. “You’re predictable to those who know you.” His amber eyes opened and focused on me. “You shouldn’t leave us, though. You’re in danger when you’re alone.”

I laughed openly, but a chill crept into my bones from his words. I knew that they were true. Only days ago, I’d been in danger of being sold as a slave, or worse, being killed. Walking up to him, I wondered how badly it hurt him to know that. He didn’t show any extra emotion as I wrapped my arms around his waist and put my face into his chest, but his arms were comforting as they snaked around my torso and held me closer against him. “I miss them,” I whispered.

“I know.”

A breeze ran through the garden, warmer than what was outside my magic’s bubble. In here, it was an eternal late spring day. The scent of the flowers were heavy, and as Damien and I lay in the thick grassy floor of the garden, the sky light blue above us, the petals continued to flutter in a light breeze. Damien was quiet for the longest, because every so often, my breath would catch in my throat and I would make a small coughing sound.  Tears had dried, but still managed to burn behind my eyes.

“I think he’s up to something.”

Damien let out a sigh. “Princess,” he sounded like he didn’t want to have this conversation again. “No. He’s up to something. There was something different about him today.” I sat up, and stood over him. His eyes were closed, but his scowl let me know that I was treading on thin ice with him again. “Just watch, Damien. He’ll do something.”


That evening, I sat at the table in the great halls. Nero was nowhere to be seen, and servants told me that he’d been in his chambers all day, planning something. What it was, they didn’t know. Damien refused to think along the lines that I was, and so I was alone. Aloriel hadn’t reappeared until dinner. She told me that she’d been watching the new recruits for the armies train in the fields. I knew why she’d gone: there was a Water Faerie that she’d taken a liking to, by the name of Galen, and as far as I knew, they were almost perfect for each other.

When it was night out once more, I returned to my balcony. Damien stayed in the room, and Aloriel prepared the bed. The night air was colder than before, and my breath formed ice crystals as it blew from my mouth. My skin showed no signs of the cold – the cold had little effect on my branch of the Fae race. My eyes focused on the edges of the grounds, miles away. The nocturnal animals skirted in and out of them, and the night owls let out their echoing calls. The sensation was eerie, and after a few moments, I went inside once more.



Aloriel helped me out of my dress, so that I was only in my long undergarments. Damien stood at his post near the window, looking at the only other entrance to my room quietly. Though he said that he expected nothing, he sure was acting on edge.

I knew from his facial expression that I wasn’t going to get anything out of him tonight, so, climbing into my bed, I faced away from him. My eyes didn’t drift shut for a while, but now that I was comfortable, when I fell asleep I didn’t notice. Memories of my parents and Damien filled my dreams, and new flashes of things that were probably subconscious recognitions.

“Princess!” There was a call from somewhere nearby. Startling awake, I heard the clashes of weapons. “Princess Mira!” The calls were frantic, and so were the clangs of the weapons. I opened my eyes, and jumped out of the bed as something hit where my head had been only a brief moment before. My brother, holding a dagger, was at the foot of my bed, and I stood frozen, wondering where Damien was. But the clanging of weapons continued, but afraid of losing eye contact with Nero, I didn’t look to see who Damien was fighting. Drawing magic into my palms I centered the energy into icy orbs, ready to launch at my brother.

We stood there. Watching each other.
Then.
He moved.

I dodged his swipe, and I felt shards of glass go flying. He’d launched himself intentionally into the mirror, sending exploding glass out over the entire room, and when I rolled, a shard planted itself into my arm. I didn’t stop though. Launching a volley of the ice, I smiled as one hit him square in the face, knocking him down onto a pile of glass. It fell off his cloak as he stood, and I realized that he was unscathed. He muttered a curse, and a wave of his own magic knocked me against the wall, driving the shard of glass out of my skin, leaving a ragged and deep hole in my arm. He leaped at me after the impact, but I too responded with magic. A fire column errupted from my pal, knocking Nero into the wall.

A grimace formed on his face. Then, he left in a flash; the same way I’d come back. The sword fighting stopped with a muffled female scream. Looking over at the balcony, I saw the female fighter laying on the ground, Damien standing over her, panting. “Princess, stay back.” His voice was dangerously calm, but I didn’t heed his warning. Instead, I ran forward towards them, and saw in my dismay that the fighter was Nero’s guardian. She lay, near death, on the stone. I bent down over her. “Selene,” I whispered her name, and her eyelids fluttered, but didn’t open.

“I can’t just let her die,” I said, looking up at Damien. Without waiting for a response, I let the magic flow from my hands, and watched as it zoomed in on the heavily bleeding wound in her side. When her breathing returned to normal, I believed I had succeeded. She wouldn’t wake for a while, and as I slumped backwards, Damien caught me, and carried me away.

“You have a big heart for someone in your situation,” he muttered to me as he set me on the bed. My own arm was bleeding badly, and tearing off the sleeve of my underdress, he examined the jagged wound.

He couldn’t heal it, but taking a clean strip of cloth from his shirt, he tied it tightly around my arm and then picked me up again. We could already hear uproars in the halls. The prince was gone, and there had been a commotion on the balcony of the princess’s rooms. Another palace guard burst in, his wings aflutter. Damien pointed over at Selene, who was still unconscious on the balcony. He nodded. “I’ll take her to the cells.”

I didn’t object, my mind was too numb to. The scenes kept replaying in my head from only moments before. My head ached and my armed throbbed painfully. My good arm was pressed against Damien’s chest, and my head lolled against his neck. Damien then walked briskly out of the room, and I didn’t object, even though I might have been able to walk by myself.

Now that Nero was gone, what was going to happen? Where had he even gone? When would he come back – and what would happen if he did? Damien had doubted me and what I had believed. It cut deep now that my suspicions had been confirmed. It was a shame that I was too exhausted to say ‘I told you so.’

When we arrived at the medic quarters, there was little activity. He set me down next to a cautious Fae who seemed unsurprised to see me again. “Where’s your brother?” The elderly male Fae asked, cutting the bandaging off carefully and then pouring a potion onto the skin that bubble and made it burn. I gripped Damien’s hand, but he too looked worn and weary, though he gripped it back for my comfort. What had drained him, I didn’t know; I only knew the pain in my arm and my head. When I next looked at my arm, the skin was most of the way healed, but a pink mark marred the skin where the glass had sliced through it.

My energy was still depleted, and wasn’t going to return by any chemical means. I wondered why none of the other Fae were allowed to use magic anymore. Not only not allowed to – but unable. There was rumor of a spell cast ages ago that wiped the lower classes of all their magic, cast by my own ancestors. They had been a more developed race by comparison; Taller, more powerful, and by far more beautiful. Depictions of them had always made me envious, not of their power, but of their very existence. They hadn’t been frail, or even weaker in comparison to the humans.

Damien guided me back to my room. Guards repositioned themselves outside both my doors: three on the balcony, and two by the main entrance of my room. I knew this meant that Damien could take a break now, and taking off his belt, I helped him into the bed. He smiled tiredly, and then laughed at the fact that it was the exhausted princess aiding her underling and lover into bed. He was grateful, though. When I finally got under the blankets, his warm arms locked around me gently, making me feel protected and cared for.

I was still awake when I felt him drift off, his breathing growing deeper, and his hold relaxing, though the warmth was still there. A chill in my heart had settled in. What was Nero up to, and how in the world was I to handle the situation? As the only remaining heir, if Nero didn’t reappear in the next forty-eight hours, I was going to be re-crowned as queen. Steeling myself for the inevitable, I realized, was the only option. Beside me, Damien muttered something in his own tongue about me, and I smiled to myself.
Each core elemental tribe had it’s own unique abilities and languages.

Fire Fae were traditionally warriors, and as young men they were often fast and furious, but as they aged many became knowledgeable and highly reliable generals. Slow to anger as they grew older, they trained the already accepted warriors, and made them better. They had once been able to wield fire magic, but they had lost those abilities with the scourge.

Earth Fae dealt with what their titles entailed – the gifts of the earth. They were the best farmers, and at one point, they had done business hand-in-hand with the Water Fae. Without magic, the relationship outside of the castle walls had become like any other tribe – they did business to survive, but no longer to flourish. They and the Water Fae had also been known for their healers: Water for the ability to use the strongest healing magic, and Earth for the herbs of the earth and foods.

Water Fae had been strong fighters as well, as water is one of the most destructive forces in the world. Their loss of the ability to use their magic devastated their abilities, however, and they had faded into the background greatly. The scourge angered many of the Fae of the tribe, and there had been near civil war after it, because of the Water Fairies’ anger. The riots had been quieted, but bitterness still remained.

Air Fae hadn’t argued. They continued working as they had before the scourge. Their powers had ranged entirely from destructive to wonderful, but they had always been judicious about the use of them. Aloriel, descended from some of the most powerful of the clansmen, had never made mention of it to me. They were often the most valued servants of the royal households.

Each Fae group had an elder representative that aided the royals in decisions and informed them of even the smallest issues that had arisen. It was still the same way to this day. It was they who would decide, as was protocol, if I was going to be crowned once more. They wouldn’t have a choice other than to at this point.

Damien tightened his hold again as he muttered something else, and it brought me back from my reverie. I rolled over carefully, and watched his face as he slept. The amber of his eyes was hidden beneath the thin olive skin of his eyelids. His lips were closed, and his face was relaxed. It was unusual to see him that way, but I could still the wear that the past few days had put on him. Circles, light in color, had etched themselves under his eyes, and frown lines had done the same to his forehead. Inside, I could only blame myself – I’d done this to him.

All for nothing, now.

Fae, Chapter Five

Chapter Five

My room wasn’t lit the way it had used to be. The curtains weren’t thrown open, and the windows were solidly closed. Candles lit the area, and my blankets smothered my clammy skin as I lay there, looking at the ceiling. Breathing came from next to my head, but no one was in the bed with me. When I finally mustered enough will to move my numb limbs, I turned my head to see that Aloriel had fallen asleep, her head supported by her arm as she leaned her face against it. Damien watched from a corner, but said nothing as I locked eyes with him. Medic charms glowed and incense burned from various points in the room, several very close to where I was laying.

The queasy sensation in my stomach had not yet faded, but my energy seemed to have returned piece by piece. How long I had been asleep was the greater question. I felt as if no time had passed since I had fallen into the depths of my memories, but then again, Aloriel looked as if she hadn’t slept for days. Damien’s eyes, too, were dark from where he stood. I sat up, and then touched Aloriel’s head.

She woke slowly, looking around first before realizing once more where she was, and who had woken her. “Oh thank the gods!” Aloriel exclaimed as she threw her arms around me. Clearing his throat, Damien stepped forward. “Be gentle with her,” his voice was low, and for being friends with her, it was surprising. I tried to speak out against him, but my throat was dry, and my voice only came out as a croak before I closed it again and tears welled up in my eyes.

“Oh, Princess,” Aloriel’s voice was shocked. “What’s wrong?” I didn’t know what to say. I never let things like this bother me. But I had failed – I was back in my prison-like station, with the fine line to walk once more. Damien walked over and stood over me, and Aloriel moved away. “Why did you leave?” He demanded. I shook my head; I wasn’t going to answer that right now. His hand brushed my cheek and he knelt by me, his eyes concerned but his face relatively vacant. His warrior demeanor never failed him when other people were around – even Aloriel. We’d all been companions since the death of my parents. It had only been when the two of them had been assigned to me that our relationships had been solidified.

I leaned my face against the warmth of his hand, and Aloriel took her leave quietly. “Drink this,” he handed a skein of water to me, and I drank it so fast in stretched my throat. I coughed, and he took it from me. “How long have I been asleep?” I asked, my voice returning steadily to normal. He shook his head. “Four days,” his voice was sad. “Mira, why?”

I choked back a sob, and closed my eyes. “I needed to leave. I couldn’t put you at risk,” I spluttered. I was so angry at myself, internally, for failing – but now, even more so for losing control of my emotions in front of him. He leaned forward and held me, his warm arms one of the few traits of his nature as a Fire Fae. His eyes up close were amber, and his skin was always olive and tanned. “You know that I would die for you, Mira,” his voice was low. “Without fail.”



The words weren’t what I had wanted to hear. “That’s not what I want. I couldn’t live with myself if you died. I would die for you as well, but why must things be this way? Why?” Tears blurred my vision and I shook in his arms. His lips brushed my cheek, asking what was wrong. Clearly, I’d fallen into the realm of incoherence. I clenched my fist in his shirt, and then did what I’d been missing for days now. Our lips touched, his more eager than mine, and I fell back onto the bed as he released me, then pressed me harder against the bed. My body felt like it was on fire, and then it was a blur of motions. He was away from me, laying next to me on the bed, holding my hands, and I was looking into his eyes as he laughed at me. “Eager today, Princess?” He asked, mockingly.

I laughed genuinely. Though he had been the more forceful one, his humor had once again returned as he began blaming me for his own actions. I knew he wasn’t serious, but the fact that he had managed to pull away meant that he had gained a lot of self control since I had left. Feeling more energetic, I pulled the coves off of me and walked over to my clothing chest. The dresses within were the same as I had left them, and I picked a shimmering black one from the depths. My wings slipped right in the fitted slits, and when I was done dressing, I walked over to the long mirror I had hanging on a wall. Though the dress was still relatively plain, it was elegant, and fit the curves of my body like a loose glove. It was comfortable and cool against my skin, and the color fit my mournful mood.

“What now?” Damien asked, almost as melancholy as I was now, both of us realizing that I was trapped again with very few options other than following what my brother had ordered. The air in the room grew heavier, and I fell back onto the bed. Damien began playing with my long hair, his fingers gentle, braiding and un-braiding, his eyes unwavering from my own. When our lips met next, he didn’t pull away, instead, he seemed bent on trying to comfort me. I was glad that Aloriel had left. I had missed Damien so much, I had surprised myself by not turning back to the castle only a day after I had left.

His hands ran across the fabric of my dress, and it felt like we were melting together. I felt so warm, and so content. Deep in my mind I knew it wouldn’t last, so when I closed my eyes, and pushed him away again, I resigned myself to my fate. Damien groaned. “What can you do about it?” He asked, and I knew we’d been sharing the same thoughts. “I don’t know,” my voice was lower than a whisper. “I don’t even know if he know’s I’m back yet.”

“He doesn’t, as far as I know.” Damien took his turn for his voice to be low. “Nobody wants the risk of telling him. They all want you to be safe, Mira,” his voice was passionate, even through the quiet breaths it traveled on. His shirt had come off, and his toned muscles rippled under my cooler fingers. His amber eyes kept mine locked on them, and after a moment, he pulled me in tight against him, and then pulled the blankets over us. “You still look tired, Mira. You should sleep, Princess.” I didn’t want to argue, and I let my eyes close. He rubbed my back gently, and after a little while, he started to sing in a low voice. The song that I once heard my mother sing to me, and a song that I would occasionally sing when I was working.



****song*****

My mind drifted off, and I felt my breathing go deeper. His hands didn’t leave me, and our minds melded together. “Damien,” my voice echoed over our connection, and I heard his low laugh echo back. “Yes, Princess?” He asked in response, and I felt his warmth grow around me. I knew it was dangerous to think now, with our minds connected. I couldn’t stop him from seeing my memories now, and this simple thought brought on the memory flashes. The chains and the stone, and then the flashes of Aloriel’s injuries. “What happened?” He demanded, and I felt hot fingers grip my arms. “On our way we were captured by the faerie slave traders,” I kept my tone low, hoping he would loosen his grip. “I should never have left you out of my sight,” Damien growled, and did loosen his grip, only to pull me deeper into him. “We’re fine,” I reminded him. “You used your magic too much, Mira. That is why you are ill.”

I couldn’t argue with him, so I tried feigning sleep for a few minutes, but I could feel him probing my mind gently, and eventually I gave up on the matter. Pressing myself into his chest, I curled beneath the blankets and let him kiss me, and then hold me as his thoughts, too, wandered away from things. “I miss my parents.” My voice was flat, and his was too as he replied. “I do too.”

My thoughts traveled from my parents to my brother easily. “I don’t understand why he’s doing this,” I thought to Damien, because our link was still fully open. His arms grew tighter around me. “I don’t understand it either,” he whispered in my ear. His breath was so warm, and I blushed silently into my pillow.

“I suppose I’ll have to see him again at one point or another,” I sighed, a little louder. Fear and anger welled in me, and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. “I still think....” I muttered. My thoughts had gone further than I’d wanted them to, and Damien suddenly loosed his grip. “I don’t think he had anything to do with your parent’s death, Princess. Please stop thinking like that. He’s only taking advantage of the fact that they’re gone to do the things he’s doing.”

Sad again, I nodded, kissed him, and then got out of the bed. Walking to the window, I opened the curtains, and walked out onto a large circular balcony. The stone railing glowed in the early morning light. No wonder Aloriel had been asleep on my pillows – when I’d woken up, it surely had been before dawn had even risen.

The air was cold, and there was finally frost on the branches of the nearby plants. “Winter’s coming,” I sighed, and Damien walked out behind me, but didn’t come close. An icy breeze blew into me and my hair blew back behind me. My hair had always been surprisingly black, and in this light, it was managing to look purple. 

“Princess Mira,” his voice was low, trying to comfort me. The tears, however, were already flowing. My fists clenched tight as sobs ripped from my chest. “What day is it?” I demanded, almost incoherently. Damien shook his head silently. I reached a hand to my own throat and tried to get the burning feeling out of it. Today was the anniversary of my mother and fathers deaths. One year apart, they’d left the world practically together.

My wings reflected the light, though I didn’t move from my spot until the sun had risen much higher into the sky. Damien stood, leaning against the railing for all that time, just watching me in silence. My sobs had quietly not long after starting, but the burning and tight feeling in my throat still lingered, and my hand stayed wrapped against it. When I stood, Damien followed me to the halls of the castle, where food was set for the royal family and the courtiers.

Fruit and meats laid out on the table made my stomach flip. Still tight with my own stress, it wasn’t eager to engage in the motions of eating. It wasn’t the food that I wanted, however. It was the boy king eating it.

“Nero.”

 

In Need Of Inspiration/ The Real Thing.

I can seem to find inspiration for a possible song that I could use in chapter five. I'll post the chapter anyway, but would anyone have an idea for the song/poem? I would accept a poem if you're fine with me putting it in.....

Fae, Chapter Four

Chapter Four:

“Where are we?” A scared voice called. My eyes were closed, and my face was pressed against cold stone. But this stone was familiar. This stone was from my home. Someone ran past me, and then someone stopped in front of me. “The princess, she’s returned!” A male voice, someone gasped, but I couldn’t manage to open my eyes to see what was happening. “Everyone, this way if you don’t mind,” a voice just down what echoed like a corridor seemed to call to the other creatures I’d brought with me. “I’ll stay with her,” Aloriel’s voice came from nearby. A hand rested itself on my shoulder. “She’s still breathing. I think she’ll be fine.”

Only a short while later, I felt a warmer presence, and then someone spoke my name again. “Aloriel.”
I opened my eyes slowly, and finally took a deep breath. My body was regaining consciousness, though my mind had remained fully aware. Faces remained blurred as I noticed the motions around me. I was in a long corridor, possibly the closest one to what had been my own rooms. Even though I couldn’t see clearly, the shapes where familiar. “Your majesty, how are you feeling?” Aloriel asked. I growled at her. “I told you-,” my voice drifted off in exhaustion. “The spell must have wiped her of all her energy,” her voice was sad, and more than a little worried. Though I had attempted to use some of the other Folks’ energy, I realized I had failed. Why, I didn’t know. I groaned again as a splitting pain came across my head.

“She needs the medic’s attention,” he spoke again, and I grabbed the hand that came towards my face.
“No, Damien.”

The hand’s muscles locked as it grabbed my own locked hand. “Princess, it’s my duty to ensure your safety,” the voice that belonged to my personal bodyguard and lover was cold, calculating, and angry as he spoke. I’d known he’d be this way before I had left. I hadn’t had the intention of returning, therefore I hadn’t planned on how to deal with this. “No. Don’t let my brother know I’m here.”

The fear had hit the back of my mind. What would my brother do now that I was back, his jealousy would probably take over as soon as he knew of my arrival. It was his last secretive attempt on my life that had only left me with my latest action: to flee. Without warning, without saying goodbye. Without Damien. My hand relaxed around his, and his skin warmed my cold and clammy cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I couldn’t. You have your own responsibilities without me putting you at risk. He wants me dead and you know it – but you have a duty to the crown as much as you have a duty to me, but your job is more important than a rogue.” His eyes came into focus, and suddenly the sappiness of the situation made my stomach sick, among other things. I felt my skin go sweatier, and my stomach flipped. “You’re becoming ill, and if we don’t get the medic fae, you could die from your energy drain. You’re grey, Mira.”  I believed what he was saying, because as he spoke, I felt what was left of the fruit in my stomach rise to the back of my throat. Gagging, I conceded with a nod.


Damien’s arms were cautious as he supported me, and then I could no longer keep it in. The contents of my stomach emptied at our feet, but it didn’t stop him as he hefted my weak frame into his arms, and started flying towards my chambers. Aloriel had run towards the medic wards, and as the scene behind us disappeared, I fell in unconsciousness once more.

My dreams were simple memories, playing back the reasons why I had left. The death of our parents, only a few decades ago, had brought the great changes to the Kingdom. Though I had been chosen for the throne, my grief had made me weak. After only two decades, an attempt on my life was made by an unknown source. Threatened and willing to let my brother have the throne, I surrendered it in the hopes that my life would not be in danger anymore, and I would be free from the spotlight – so I could help my kingdom without everyone’s over keen gaze. I had failed to notice that it had been my brother’s attempts, and that what I was doing was what he didn’t want.

He wished to tear the nation apart and sell all the races he found undesirable to the humans. Damien and I had only been able to watch from the sidelines, and Damien had been hurt after the last attempt. That was when I had left, unable to stand Damien getting hurt because of me.

Then the attack. Surely if Damien found out, he would never let me from his sight again. Not that, at this point, I would be able to argue.