The next day, Katherine's pain had vanished, but the nausea was back.
"You really don't have it easy in pregnancy," Lady Brandon muttered as she brought some dried fruits to enjoy. "I swear, your wedding dress wouldn't fit you anymore, and that's not because you got fatter. You know, if you want to leave the company and stay in a village for a while, I would stay behind with you. You just need to say the word."Instead, Katherine shook her head. "I can't. I know it is irresponsible, but my bastard of a cousin –""Yes, yes," Lady Brandon waved her hand with a sigh as if to disperse some stink. "Don't let your baby hear those words. We all know he won't do a step without you. He emphasized it again yesterday. Actually, I expected him to care more about your health with how obsessed he is with you. If he knew about your condition, I'd swear he wants you to miscarry.""But he doesn't know and I won't." Katherine's eyes were like steel when she gazed at her friend. "WAt another place, even northerner than the northern Icelands, a ship bobbed up and down next to a half-broken rusty landing pier. Contrasting the stage, the ship was big and well-maintained, though the grey planks, white sailcloth, and silver ornaments gave it the image of an ancient snow-tipped mountain. Unmovable, cold, and ever-lasting. The other ships on the pier looked like fishing boats compared to it.The pier ended at a couple of run-down houses. Surprisingly, the muddy streets were full of people, or better to say, full of vagabonds and rogues. The blades glinting on their sides or hidden in their sleeves gave the only shine to their filthy exterior. It was hard to say if the bodies leaning against the houses belonged to drunkards or rotting corpses. Even at a mass burial, the smell could not get worse than here.With a bang, the door to a bar was kicked open, and out strode a burly man without any hair but with plenty of scars to compensate. One of which went fro
Nathaniel followed Katherine at a slower pace, his dark cloak billowing out behind him. Only now did Lady Brandon notice that he was the only one in camp who still wore long sleeves all day, and even dark leather gloves that covered his hands completely. She found it somewhat... strange. But since nobody else seemed bothered, she shrugged her shoulders and continued to chew the salty meat.Hopefully, the married couple could work out their differences and maybe even decide on a name for their child. Somehow, she could not imagine Katherine losing this fight or any marriage fight at all. Her friend sure was... dedicated. The bout of pity she suddenly felt for Nathaniel brought a small smile to her face.Silence reigned inside the tent after Nathaniel entered. Katherine stood with her back to him, her head lowered. Her anger seemed gone, but he couldn't fathom her mood right now. With the intention of seeing her face, he stepped forward, but he didn't come far."I... I
"This is it?", Katherine asked in a somewhat disbelieving tone. She didn't know what to expect, but it was not this... idyll. Maybe a dark castle or a high tower would be more fitting for the evil sorcerer she had in mind. More fitting at least than this simple town she saw on the mountainside.Maybe feeling her uneasiness, her horse snorted and turned its head left and right. The other horses seemed affected as well, scratching the earth with their hooves. Something... was wrong here. She just couldn't discern what.With narrowed eyes, she turned toward Ethan, who'd rode at the forefront the whole time. Catching her gaze, he winked at her with a bright, very bright smile and drove his horse further forward. Her stomach fell.Somehow, unbelievably so, his horse's head vanished into thin air, soon followed by its rider. It seemed as if the animal strode behind a curtain, yet that curtain turned it invisible - and Ethan as well."Hold him!" Katherine screamed and k
Katherine's face fell. Yes, she did remember. Although she knew neither the mother nor the child, or anyone close to them by name, she remembered. Yet, because the memory was a bit hazy and unusual, she started hoping that maybe - just maybe - it was a strange dream. Her gut told her otherwise, but she preferred to believe in a dream instead of knowing for sure that an innocent baby died in her arms."A... drug. That explains it," she murmured more to herself than anyone else. Her eyes were fixated on the army before her, but her thoughts seemed far away. Ethan, however, took that as a key to explain further."Exactly! From that incident, Ve acknowledged your exceptional ability. Now, will you accompany me to meet him? As you might already suspect, he is just around the corner from here."Instead of answering, Katherine asked a different question that bugged and angered her from the moment on that she heard of the organization's deeds. "Why babies? Why does it have to
On a day before the contact with Ethan was made and the young mages departed from the camp: "I have something to discuss with you." With his chin held high and chest puffed out Frey almost seemed to look down on Nathaniel as he blocked the path to the tents. The fire of defiance in Frey's eyes showed that he still mistrusted the other, yet he would not back down until he got what he wanted. "Sure." Frey blinked, obviously surprised by Nathaniel's fast approval. He was not used to adults who listened to him. For a second, his demeanor faltered, then he gritted his teeth. "Don't think I trust you just because Lady Katherine says you're good and you freed us from that torture house. I know you have ulterior motives, just like the organization. You want to use my siblings for your war, right? You want to attack the organization but from what I see you have way too few men for that. Nobles are all the same! You want to exploit my sibling's magic too, right?" Nath
Katherine had no leisure to turn around and look out for whatever brought that darkness. She could just pray in her heart that the screams of war and battle were not from her own comrades or Nathaniel while gasping for air. The pain in her belly was sharp like a knife, slicing into her and disrupting all coherent thought. Perspiration collected on her forehead and she could not comprehend how this pain should be something normal in early pregnancy. How could her baby survive that? Was the field doc a quack in reality? The horse below her did not slow down, and the tremor only worsened the pain. She already felt her power flicker to life, and desperately tried to keep it at bay. Then suddenly, just as abruptly as it began, the pain vanished. It left her heaving and exhausted in the arms of her enemy. For a few seconds, Katherine did nothing but that, her eyes closed, and her body slumped like a boneless puppet. Very slowly, her awareness of the surroundings returned. T
Why does every battlefield I enter turn into a massacre? Nathaniel wondered bitterly when he gazed at his surroundings. The tides of battle had changed with the appearance of his magic power. Well, if one could still call it his. The black magic did not heed any of his commands, regardless of its origin. The only upside was that it did not appear to be on the army's side either, as it just swooped in here and there to eat a few men from both sides. The soldiers were terrified. This was a foe they could not defeat with weapons. If the dark magic picked them, they could do nothing but be obediently eaten.Still, Nathaniel had noticed that the black power didn't dare come too close to him, so he kept his own soldiers closer. If it was as greedy as usual, Blacky would've turned the battlefield into a swamp of death already. Yet it seemed changed somehow. One change was that it was wary, and Nathaniel could guess why: it was afraid to touch its former host, afraid to find out if Nat
The leader of the organization was not the old, scrawny creep Katherine imagined. In fact, he seemed to be of similar age as her parents and King William, though much better preserved than the latter. With an upright stance and fit figure, he appeared to be a handsome gentleman if one didn't know better.The strands of grey in Ve's reddish-brown hair were few and added sternness to his cold grey eyes. Eyes, that inspected Katherine with a certain curiosity, like she was an insect under a magnifying glass. As if she was not even human.The chill that ran down Katherine's back only sufficed to straighten her spine. She returned the gaze with all her disgust for this person fueling the arrogance she learned in her noble upbringing. She was unwilling to succumb to someone on the lowest step of humanity's staircase, no, someone who had already fallen from said staircase! Only a demon could order experiments on Babys! Pushing herself up like this, Katherine clicked her tongue co
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