In the morning, Nathaniel awoke from knocks on his door. Hoping it was not Katherine, since he didn't want to fight so early in the morning, Nathaniel opened it a crack. "What?" In front of him stood Aston, but he was not the normal sunny boy. Instead, there stood the scowling someone-just-woke-me-up grumpy version of a brother. "Message. From Dad." "Since when does he need you to play the messenger? Doesn't he have servants?", Nathaniel asked, amused at the unwillingness his brother radiated. Aston threw his hands in the air with annoyance. "Somehow, Dad thinks you would be more inclined to listen when it is me talking to you. Surely, it has nothing to do with you two screaming yourselves hoarse at the last meeting. Anyhow, can you just let me get over with so I can sleep again?" With a raised brow, Nathaniel looked at Aston as if to say 'who would want to talk to you when poison is oozing out of your every pore?', yet remembering his responsibility, he onl
Thinking back to this outburst of the King, Nathaniel got enraged all over again. The declaration that he was 'only still alive because the King willed it so' had been the start of a furious argument that ended with the King nearly collapsing and Nathaniel storming out of his chambers, convinced he would kill the man if he had to look at his righteous face one second longer. Somewhere in between, the King had dropped the bomb that he wanted Nathaniel to take over the kingdom, now, that the situation was at its worst anyway. To Nathaniel, it sounded like the King wanted to shrink from his responsibilities after one tiny setback. Well, maybe losing his ability to walk was more than a 'tiny' setback, but still no reason to give up. Especially now, that the Icelands needed a good, trusted ruler more than ever with that crazy woman trying to take over the reins. Really, what a glorious idea! "What would you say if you were in my position?", Nathaniel asked Aston instead of
Katherine's morning, despite not filled with politics like Nathaniel's, was similarly dark in the beginning. There was no Hazel to wake her up, no Pete and Jack waiting in front of her door, and her bedside was empty. Knowing that she might have spend a night asleep next to him if only she hadn't been so greedy, the blanket felt even colder. Her hand grazed the empty place beside her before it clenched. For a few minutes she just stayed that way. Then, slowly, she raised her hands to rub the sleep away, noticing how swollen and sticky her lids were. She sniffed, before a stubborn trait emerged around her mouth as she gritted her teeth. "No crying", she fiercely whispered to herself. "No crying, not again. You know that tears don't help." However, that didn't stop them from collecting in her eyes, like they did the previous night. Before they could spill, Katherine took a trembling breath, and crawled out of bed. With bare feet, she tapped over to the window and o
Nathaniel had been looking through the files from the underground lab once again, when he heard the laugher of his wife. It annoyed and infuriated him that she was out there with someone else when she didn't even find the time to apologize yet. Simultaneously, he was jealous because he couldn't be by her side.In truth, it all began and ended with him wanting to be the one to make her laugh, or at least be beside her while she did. Yet, until she apologized, his pride forbade him from searching her out himself.That was also why he suppressed the urge to complain. He knew that she was just as proud as him and if he found it hard to give in, she would most likely feel the same. It was a silent fight of who was more stubborn. Maybe the embarrassment was also part of it. Admitting an error was never easy, but for a female virgin it would be even more so when it was related to the domain of intimate acts like theirs.Nathaniel closed his eyes, when for a moment the sight
Suddenly, it knocked on the door. Nathaniel rapidly pulled his trousers up and called out "Come in" while still closing the buttons of his shirt. Like he expected from the familiar sound, the one striding inside was his butler. Closing the door behind him, Sam opened his mouth, but then suddenly didn't know what to say anymore. Reason was the unusual tension that ignited between them. They hadn't found the time yet for the private talk about Sam's past with everything that happened at Nathaniel's side. Or, to be clear, after talking with the King, Nathaniel had been unwilling to take on anything else connected to him being the child of Alexander Icefall.Even now, he didn't look up as he stated his question. "What is it?""I came to report."Nathaniel's hands paused for less then a second, then he closed the last button on his collar and went over to his sleeves. "About what?"The blue eyes drilled holes inside Nathaniel's head, yet the latter ignored them. So, S
Both Sam and Nathaniel didn't know an answer to this question, but they thought it highly possible that one of these 'gods' or even both were the founders of the organization. Whoever Alexander Icefall expected to become a 'god of magic' similar to him, could only be someone he respected and maybe even shared his research with."There is still one other possibility though", Nathaniel broke the silence. "These 'gods of magic' could also be overpowering mages he wanted to create. Like the power he put in me. But then I doubt he would have had the time to create others. All in all, it seems more likely the 'gods' were him and two others."Sam nodded in approval. "I also find the first explanation more feasible.""Since we don't have enough information to judge it now, how about you continue your story and find out afterwards?", Nathaniel suggested, and leaned back into the chair again.Sam cleared his throat, then he squinted his eyes as he stared into the air above
Into the silence of the room, Sam coughed lightly. "I'll excuse myself then."Since he didn't want to disturb the couple in the least, he used the window instead of the door. His movements were surprisingly agile as he climbed outside.Nathaniel still sat there, stunned by Katherine's affectionate call. Slowly, he exhaled, then a smile formed on his lips. He couldn't help it. Despite the feud between them, he felt so blessed when he heard her voice. It was like she had the secret key to his heart, opening it with just one word and brushing all ill feelings away. It was fascinating.And yet, Nathaniel forced himself to return to his cold mask after a second. He didn't want to make it too easy for her to apologize or else she might make such a mistake again. That would be awful! Even though he suddenly wasn't sure anymore if his power could really affect her when she was within the bubble of her healing magic."Darling?", the voice outside called again, this time u
When Nathaniel opened his eyes again, he was shocked to find Katherine's face right in front of him. She grinned like a cheshire cat. "You look so cute when you're asleep!"Nathaniel's brows twitched, and only his sleepiness stopped him from protesting. Instead, he inspected her face, then her hands that rested on his shoulders. His voice was rough with sleep and half an octave deeper when he asked: "You didn't do something reckless, did you?"The grin turned into a pout instantly. "You really think I would try to touch you without permission again? It was a hash lesson for me, you know?"Reassured, he smiled and gently laid his hand on her head. "I am sorry. You wouldn't do that intentionally.""Exactly!", she exclaimed and nodded heavily. Then she used her favorable position to snuggle against his chest again, his hand still resting on her hair. Nathaniel's mouth curled up. Instantly, he decided that he loved this position very much, because he could cradle her
Five years later"Your Holiness - Uh, ah, Majesty, I mean!"Leaning on the newly-built rails atop the dome of the palace, with the view of the Capital in the background, Katherine scolded lightly: "Shht, Hazel, she just fell asleep."In her arms rested a baby, maybe a few months old, with a tuft of black hair and fair white skin. If she opened her lids, angelic blue eyes would blink up innocently at the viewer.Hazel's head appeared at the end of the staircase leading to the roof. Apologetically, she bit her lip and whispered. "I'm sorry, your Majesty. A letter arrived from Dragsa, and Prince Patrick hurt his knee while playing. He's on his way here.""Dragsa...," Katherine muttered and stretched out a hand to take it. "I wonder what they want. They were very quiet in the latter years."Lowering her head, she took a glance at the paper. Instantly, her brows furrowed, later followed by a deep sigh. "I almost expected it. What a shame."Her gaze wandered to the west, in the direction of
For once, the third wall belonging to the palace let nobles and commoners alike pass. They flooded in in masses and coagulated on the streets and the grass field before the dome. Everywhere, where they could hope to catch a little glimpse of what was about to happen in the throne hall.In front of the dome, Nathaniel dismounted and reached his hand out to Katherine to help her off as well. For a second, Katherine remembered how Pete helped her when she mounted Bell for the first time, and her smile grew shaky. Pete and Jack. One retired after suffering grievous wounds, and the other fell in battle when the undead attacked the palace to free the Queen, Emilian, and Helmina.The burial was in the time of Katherine's long travel back but she and Nathaniel visited the grave two days ago. Still, she could not believe that her funny, one-eyed companion was truly gone. It was delusional but she could not shake the thought that if only she'd been at the Capital, her power might have saved him
Weeks later, the couple reached the Capital and was welcomed with much tom-tom. Aston, it seemed, was back on his feet. The new scar parting his right brow even suggested that his exaggerated description of a battle with the best undead swordsman in history might be more than just bragging. Infuriatingly, however, the scar made him even more handsome, and he confidently put it on display at any opportunity he got. Especially in front of the ladies.Shortly after their return, King William officially announced his retirement in favor of his nephew. Though the commoners were confused at Nathaniel's sudden emergence, the prepared aristocrats soon placated them, and the rumors of his activities as the illusive sixth General did the rest.Katherine was surprised to hear that word of her ability had elevated her picture in the icelandic society to somewhat of a saintess. King William obviously prepared on this end as well, and thus nobody dared suggest that a dragsean noble was unfit to be
The ship of the king of the Glaciar Coast was a gigantic vessel with a kind of lofty wretchedness to it. In fact, Katherine thought that the silver ornaments on the dark wood looked like bones, and if the sail had been a bit more tattered, the "Charon" would've been the perfect ghost ship. When she mentioned it to Lady Brandon in jest, the sister of said king laughed out loud."Oh, he'd love to hear that! If his crew wasn't ridiculously superstitious, I bet he'd search the whole ocean floor for a sunken vessel to serve him!""Is that so?" Katherine lifted her brows, perplexed. "Isn't it already enough that it can fly?"Granted, the hovering of the gigantic vessel wasn't completely 'flight' as the ship was only lifted by the water the Glaciar Coast's mages manipulated with much afford. It could also only be implemented for short periods close to a water source. For the unsuspecting viewer, however, it looked exactly as if the ship was flying.It was this practical fea
Katherine woke up feeling fresh and well-rested. The plush cushions under her head were like soft clouds, and the blanket bore just the right amount of heat. The air smelled of salt and herbs, an unusual but welcoming combination."Hmmm." With a blissful sigh, Katherine stretched. She didn't feel so good since they resided in the hut in the Icelands with King William, his mistress, and son. Did she only dream of that long, arduous journey to a mountain in Dragsa?"You're awake." Her eyes snapped open when she heard that voice. It was undoubtedly the deep timbre of her husband, Nathaniel. And there he was, sitting next to the bed in a cushioned chair, a gentle gaze in his eyes.Eyes that rested strangely deep in his pale face. A face that was bare of the slight smile that sometimes tugged on the corners of his mouth when he looked at her. Instead, he seemed solemn, exhausted, plagued by a deeply hidden sadness that he maybe wanted to hide. Yet to her eyes, his feelings were an open
Deep satisfaction brought some power to Katherine's exhausted body, yet she did not like the feeling at all. The guilt over hitting an innocent civilian clouded her mind, together with the question if it was the right thing to do. Trapping Ethan in the other dimension was too easy. It didn't feel right.Days and nights she'd dreamed of how to take her revenge, how she would torture him and finally look into his eyes when he died. Now, she'd acted impulsively, and the results were anything but what she imagined. Yet, should she have let the chance slip by?When she'd heard him giving orders, she'd finally stopped in her path because she felt like a coward who ran from the only real battle she'd sworn herself to fight. At first, she only wanted to observe and hid where the canyon's wall stood out a bit, just in earshot of Ethan. But the opportunity was too good. She didn't know how her smart and cunning cousin could act so dumb. It didn't match his usual approach, yet maybe
It was Ethan. He stood just outside the rift, his usual harmless smile on his face, and the hands hidden in the pockets of his dark trousers. "Kitty. Fancy meeting you here."If Katherine had been raised in any lower class than aristocracy, she would've spit in front of his feet. Even so, her face soured as if she'd bitten into a raw lemon. "I don't... fancy it at all."Stepping aside to give the rest of the dark stream free access to the rift, she noticed that Ethan'd brought two helpers who lingered in the back nervously. The white lab coats outed them as researchers. She glanced them up and down and decided not to ask where Ve was. After all that happened today and with her magic nearly depleted, she wanted nothing more than walk away from this whole mess.So, she did just that. Turned around and walked along the canyon that was now almost free of the dark substance.After a second of surprise, Ethan called after her: "Hey, don't you want to know what I'll do with this? Aren't
Meanwhile, the Duke of Sleipnir got comfortable on the edge of the cave. Shortly after he'd disposed of the corpses by sending them into the rolling dark river below, some of Loki's staff came over. They were shocked to see only one person left in the cave. "Um, your Excellency, where... where is the leader?""Hm?" Ethan turned and blinked. "Oh... he... how should I put this? He was too enthusiasistic when he saw his experiment finally succeed. Look, the brilliant result of all his hard work is below this cliff. He didn't want to wait anymore and took everyone to follow him down. Which might have been the wrong decision, so to say."The staff carefully crept closer to the cliff, and when he saw the darkness below, though it was more a creek than a mighty river now, his eyes widened. "Do you mean to say the leader is...?""Dead." Ethan nodded unemphathetically. "Most likely."Unexpectedly swiftly, the staff got over his shock. For a moment, he pondered, then asked: "But the experiment
"Ahhh! It hurts! It hurts! You're tearing me apart!" Nathaniel felt the unusual urge to roll his eyes. He never knew that his magic was such a sissy. First, it asked for his help, and now it screamed like a pig on the slaughter bench because of a little pain. And why could it even feel pain? Its body was nothing but insidious black smoke that appeared like a black liquid in its compressed form. There were no tendons, no bones, no flesh, and no nerves - in short, nothing that could hurt. "Shall I stop pulling then?", Nathaniel asked sarcastically in his mind. Well, if that magic of his wanted to go by itself, all the better for him. "No, no, no! Please don't let go! Don't let goo-oo-ouuuuuuch!" It felt like mentally pulling on an elastic band, Nathaniel decided. Somewhere where he couldn't see, something else was pulling the other end, turning the band longer and longer. It got harder for him to hold on with each passing second. Then, with a last loud howl fr