"Seriously, you never tell me anything!", Katherine continued, regaining her former train of thought. "Not when you are hurt, not about your future plans, not even when it concerns me! Now, let me down, you dummy!"
With a quiet sigh, Nathaniel rubbed his cheek against her neck. He didn't want to let her go yet. To his soul, cuddling her was a more powerful medicine than her magic could ever be. "Dear, we shouldn't cure it now. Not here. What would we do with the poisoned blood? The soldiers will get suspicious with almost a liter of it on the floor.""But you look so tired already. We can't just leave it be", Katherine protested, and struggled to free herself of his arms. "It's just blood. Maybe we can hide it somewhere here? Maybe in one of the closets?"A kiss prickled on the skin beneath Katherine's ear, before Nathaniel carefully sat her down. "It needs to be disposed of correctly, my dear. Did you never wonder what Sam did with the basins of blood you left?"When the two parties clashed, Hazel was frightened to the bone. Tightly, she clutched Dorian's waist and buried her face in the leather armor in front of her. Despite her Lady's nagging, she'd refused to ride by herself after only a bunch of riding lessons.Yet, however deep she buried herself, she couldn't ignore the shouts, the neighing of the horses, or the sounds of blades. For the latter, there were two different ones: those hitting metal tingled in the ears but those quieter ones slashing flesh made her nauseous.The horse beneath her moved. Every time Dorian's sword arm cut through the air, she whimpered and clutched his waist tighter, despite the friction roughening her skin.The horse jumped forward. She shrieked. Then, another clash of swords. A splashing sound and something fell on her hair and hands. Dirt? Sweat?Suddenly, the horse reared up in fright and she fell backward. Unlike the last times, Dorian's body didn't hold her. She opened her eyes wid
Breakfast was served in a rather broad ornamented chamber, and the commander overseeing the wall accompanied Katherine and Nathaniel. With a dishonest smile, he excused the behavior of his soldiers toward Nathaniel. Then he asked for his name.This was the moment the couple noticed that, strangely, nobody in the wall structure seemed to recognize Nathaniel's face at all. Had their messenger not informed them? In an instant, Nathaniel saw the opportunity. The messenger was one of the children that knew Katherine. This guy named Frey. Aston said he was quite witty."Raymond", Nathaniel gave his third name curtly and replaced his plate, prepared as far from Katherine as humanly possible, right next to his wife with a clattering noise. "Apology accepted."The commander looked slightly offended, but Nathaniel didn't care, especially since Katherine pulled at his sleeve with a worried face. "Dear, did you sleep? You look..."Taking her hand and kissing it, Nath
"... and Lady Brandon will remain with you." Stating his last condition, Nathaniel glanced at Lady Brandon to make sure the woman was okay with it. He got a nod in return, followed by an eye-roll. The latter of which was from his wife. "It will be more complicated to free two than one. But fine. As long as you take good care of yourself, you hear me?", Katherine said with a stern gaze that softened when her husband brushed her cheek with a crooked finger. "I promise." They'd held a 'secret' meeting on how to proceed with the plan, one in which Lady Brandon also participated. After all, she was in this mess because of them. The Lady had questions and comments on a few points but was overall more of a passive viewer. Despite her presence, what was about to happen wasn't her fight. When everything was discussed, she winked at Katherine. "Now I will stall the curious cats, so you can have some time to yourselves for your goodbyes. But don't take too long."
As if her body was grieving Nathaniel's departure, Katherine fell sick the next day. Although she had never been seriously sick before, she didn't know what else it could be. It was breakfast when it started. Lady Brandon just told her about the custom of the husband kidnapping his wife in her home at the Glaciar Coast - the unsuspecting wife was allowed to fight with sword and dagger against the barehanded man - when a bout of nausea hit her. "Sorry, Ella, I'm..." Struggling with the bile in her throat, Katherine jumped up. Her eyes searched for a toilet, a basin, anything. With her hand in front of her mouth, she knew that she wouldn't come far. Fortunately, Ella reacted swiftly and helped her onto a chair to reach the small window, high up in the wall. The vomit fell all the way down into the inner courtyard. Katherine pressed her eyes shut, ashamed that the guards down there might look up and see her. The soothing hands of Ella held Katherine's hair and rubbe
In the several days that followed, Katherine laid low. The most she did were walks through the courtyards whenever she couldn't stand her dark and cramped room anymore. To Lady Brandon, she disclosed that the courtyards were hardly any better. What she wanted was a real garden. Something green in all this grey and black. After a few days, she almost anticipated the time when the entourage would arrive. At least it would bring them out of this prison of stone and iron.Then, the entourage reached the wall. Yet it was different from what Katherine expected."Lady Balder", the soldier announcing the arrival said as soon as Katherine opened the door, "Your cousin has arrived."Katherine's heart jumped in her chest, her face instantly draining of blood. "Cou-cousin?!"She never expected the Duke of Sleipnir to personally come all the way to fetch her. Before the soldier could repeat his words, Lady Brandon pulled Katherine back and banged the door shut in his face."Calm down", she sh
"Was it the fifth or sixth try?", Lady Brandon asked with a giggle as the messenger soldier closed the door a bit louder than necessary.Katherine plopped a grape into her mouth with a smirk. "The seventh. I wonder when they will try to bring me out to meet him forcefully? After four full hours, I'm nearly out of excuses. It should be obvious by now that I don't want to go. Do you think he will come up to meet me himself or make them drag me out?"At the last mention, Lady Brandon seemed a bit concerned. "Don't you think we have stalled them enough?"Katherine shrugged. "Every second is one more for Nathaniel to come back. It would be bad if we left here and he isn't ready yet to free us off the entourage on the way. And actually... I want to annoy Ethan. I don't know if it will work, and maybe it's not very clever but I'll take every petty chance I can.""Well... I can understand that. But in your condition, you should be careful not to make him too angry. If yo
Still nervous but much more confident than before, Katherine arrived at the place where the entourage gathered. Her lips twitched into a grim smile when she saw the people bow. They were exactly the ones who had brought her to Nathaniel months ago, up to the last person. Even the mute maid was the same. Was this Ethan's message to her, saying that nothing changed? If yes, then this was his delusion.Pondering what to do, Katherine let the people hold their positions longer than usual. The person in question was not yet back, probably exchanging pleasantries with the commander one last time. Finally, Katherine called the arrogant maid and the fat, glib-tongued man, who tried to sell her off like a bag of meat to the Earl's mansion."I hope you will be happy to hear that I remember both of you. It was such a nice journey, wasn't it? Alas, I won't need your help this time, since I just employed a new maid who I cherish dearly. To reward you for your efforts in the past, you m
On the first day of the journey, Ethan was murdered over fifty times already, at least in Katherine's mind. He seemed to find fun in teasing her, pulling out threads of her sanity with only his words. After a while, he even dared to switch back to her nickname, obviously feeling safe in the company of his guards."Kitty~ why do you ride so fast? Are you avoiding me? Please talk to me. I feel so lonely without you. I even went all the way to the wall just to pick you up. Come on, pleeease."Seeing Katherine shudder with helpless fury, Lady Brandon decided to intervene. "She doesn't want to talk to you. You should have gone to your betrothed if you are lonely. Now, leave us alone... What is it?"Katherine had tugged on Ella's sleeve, but the latter only reacted when she was through with her speech. When she looked at Katherine, she was shocked to find how pale and sweaty the woman's face was. "Don't talk with him. It's dangerous.""Okay, okay." Though Ella wanted t
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