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She took a moment to breath. “Yes.”
He bowed his head. “As you wish. Come wish me.” he took her hand and led her to the door. With a wave of his hand it opened. The guard named Fox came from the head of the line of soldiers. “Fox.”
The man went to one knee. “Frost.”
“Blade, this is Fox, my bodyguard.”
The woman regarded the De Khiren warrior. “If I hadn’t been raised as I was, I would think him a bit young to be a bodyguard to the King of a skittish people.”
Frost looked at her sadly. “He is over two hundred years old. You understand why we are skittish though. You must have heard trophy tales.”
He looked at the other soldiers who had also gone to their knees. “The hair of a De Khiren is softer than any animals hair. And so that is how we are treated when captured, like animals.” His eyes glazed as if in a memory. “Once, a little girl was captured by them. Next they had captured one of our males. They gave him something to keep him aroused to the point where just lying on the ground was an agony. The girl was about eight. I...” he looked around, then began to pull her back into the throne room. “Apparently we have not finished our conversation.”
She went without protest.
This time Fox followed them into the room, quickly finding a seat in a corner of the room, which Blade recognized as the best position to take upon a person in front of the throne. She returned her attention to the conversation. “You...what?”
“I think when it happened, he didn’t even know.”
When she touched his arm, he turned to her with a air of royalty. “What did happen, Frost?” she was hoping that the images in her mind were only that, in her mind.
“She was raped to death. All they did when she lay there dying was curse.”
“They were trying to breed them like animals.”
He nodded and took her hands. “They were trying to breed us. Your people. We’re your people Blade. Not them, never again them.”
“She died from the bleeding?”
He shook his head. “Do you remember what happens when a De Khiren loses their will to live?”
Blade caught her breath. “She faded.”
“When they found they empty clothes they assumed that she had escaped, after some thought, they realized she had ceased to exist. They came after our women that were already pregnant. Luckily enough, De Khiren men are born with a natural instinct to protect what they consider theirs, so none were taken.”
She held up a hand signaling him to stop. “No more Frost, no more. I just want to see my mother for now.”
He walked out of the room, both Blade and Fox trailing behind. “Gia!”
A woman came up to him. “Yes your Highness?”
“Get two horses saddled and inform the gate keepers that their King will be next out the gate.”
“Yes your Highness.” She disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
He looked back at Blade. “Sky is very useful for messages. She has the power of Teleportation.”
When they reached the gate, which was no more than a pole across a road, two horses awaited them. Frost climbed atop the black one, while another man attempted to help Blade mount, only to find her already atop the bay stallion.
She smiled down at him, then wheeled the horse around the follow Frost into the dark forest. They backtracked retraced, and went on so many different trails, even a professional assassin like Blade couldn’t remember where they had gone or where they were now. “Frost?”
“Shhh. We were being followed and we aren’t far from where the humans are.” he cocked his head. “Never mind. They’re already dead.”
She closed her eyes and listened, faintly, she could hear the screams of humans, and the snarls of De Khiren males.
Soon, they reached a small, hut, covered in moss and other grasses. A small voice from inside called out. “Inshe dael?” Who’s there?
“Autumn has a habit of coming in April.”
“Frost?” an weak, but still young looking woman came out from the dome. “You know I do not allow visitors these days.”
“There is a visitor here I’m sure you would like to see.” He gestured toward Blade, who dismounted and stepped forward.
April eyed the girl suspiciously. “Who is she?”
“Mother?” Blade hoped for an answer that was good to hear.
April gasped. “Fawn put a glamour on you again girl? I thought-”
Frost interrupted. “This isn’t Prism, April.”
“Well then who...?” she trailed off. Wide eyes turned on Blade, her hands shook. April’s hands flew to her mouth as she fell to her knees. “Blade?” she asked timidly.
Blade took a step to help the mother she had never known. “Yes, it is me.”
April scrambled up, first lightly touching Blade’s clothing, then bringing who she considered her true daughter into a tight embrace, tears streaming from her eyes. “I thought you were dead. They told me you were dead.”
Seeing the two were fine together, Frost left the two in peace and waited outside the small home. Soon he sat down and leaned against the small hut, when he realized he could hear the two women crying softly, he moved from the hut to a nearby tree. Shortly after, he drifted off. Half an hour later the voices from inside stopped.
Blade looked down on him, his figure slumped against the great oak. He looked more like the king he was in the forest, than on a fancy throne. The regalia created by fallen leaves, made her heart turn over. She bent down next him. Just before her lips brushed his, she whispered, ‘thank you’. As she pulled away, she felt his hands on her arms, and looked into his shocked eyes.
They seemed to fall out of time, they were no longer the King and the ruthless warrior, only a man and a woman. He slowly pulled her head back down and the earth beneath her disappeared. It was a questioning kiss, one that tempted fate. “We should go.” his whispered against her lips.
Unable to speak, she merely nodded.
The returning trip was full of a tense silence. Many times she felt eyes watching her. Eyes that seemed to judge whether or not she was fit to be by Frost’s side.
Though she understood why they watched, she felt insulted by the fact that she was watched at all.
They returned to the castle shortly, and Blade was already drooping in the saddle. Frost picked her up the moment they went through the door. “You don’t need to carry me, Frost.” she whispered.
“Quiet.” he ordered. He jerked his head at a servant. “Is there an empty room made?” The woman bowed her head.
“Would you rather us take her, Sire?”
His grip tightened on Blade. “I’m fine.”
The edges of the woman’s mouth turned up. “Then follow me your Highness.”
“Wolf, you know etiquette isn’t required in my presence.”
She shrugged, led him up the winding stairs. “Here we are.”
Because they had gone so long without each other, she let Frost tuck her into the giant bed, and pretended to not notice the tears that fell into her hair as he brushed his fingertips across her cheek.
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