As always, Alcina paces the floor with near frenetic energy in the hallway outside the meeting room.Duchess Clair had forbidden her from further meetings, citing Alcina's emotional preoccupation to have rendered her unable to participate in the proceedings with the objectivity required of war.There is a part of Alcina that wonders how loathsome it is to be able to speak of objectivity and the greater good.Perhaps Alcina's mother is right, after all, that she is ill-suited to war, given that such concepts are complex for her to grasp. Not when every time she closes her eyes, she can still see Brendan's last, parting smile seared into her mind with a vengeance.It has been two days since Brendan was taken.Since he had been stolen from her.And still, no one moves.Commander Lincoln is tied up in the Western Plains, given the nation has never been more vulnerable than now, when their greatest strength and future king has been taken.Alfred, future Duke as he may be, is nonetheless se
Alcina’s mother, Duchess Clair, raises the suggestion that they do not go after Lord Brendan at all.Given the magnitude of manpower and resources it would take to breach Duke Elton’s castle, particularly given his alliance with Duke Cedric - it is not justifiable, she says, that they should pursue what could very likely be a “fruitless endeavor.”It falls upon the table like a heavy condemnation, though not a single person can claim that the thought had not crossed their minds even briefly.After all, war cannot be fought on emotions and sentiment alone.It must be fought on the battlefield, with human lives and bloodshed, and innocent deaths.War demands of people, then, to quantify qualitative data to use such phrases as the greater good and justifiable risks.It asks of people to set aside that instinctive human nature to value the individual over all else, the kind of impulse that characterizes mankind in his desire to sacrifice hundreds for the life of one beloved person.Each p
In the throne room, Cedric pulls his blade free from Brendan’s abdomen with a sickening, wet, slick blood spattering immediately onto the marble floor to join the growing pool of red.Brendan’s head lolls on his shoulders, his vision blinking in and out from a haze of whites and duplicates, pallor drained almost entirely of color.His hands and legs are bound in a metal chain. There is a metal collar on his neck, which bit into his skin as the blood trips down from there. His hand is covered with black fur, which is sticking together as the blood-soaked and dried on it.His fingers turned into claws, and his razor-sharp nails are fallen at his clawed feet. Cedric took his sweet time cutting them all out. Brendan doesn’t have the energy or a will to summon his magic or power, but a faint black shadow still surrounds him. Trying to protect him from the torcher, from the agony but-The shadows are barely visible to the naked eye as it gets lost in the black fur adorning his body. But it
Alcina climbs down from Orion’s back, landing with a quiet thump.Alcina lifts her chin, eyes flitting over the battalion of soldiers, over Elton, standing in the center of it all, gazing at them with a hungry, manic gleam in her eyes, and her jaw clenches.“I am here,” Alcina says, and it echoes off the walls. “For my husband.”The soldiers react first.They surge forward as though to attack. In an instant, Orion reacts, rearing her head and letting out a deafening, angry roar, enough to make most of them pause.Elton’s hand flies up, halting the remaining soldiers in their tracks.Orion curls protectively over Alcina’s head, and her wings spread with overwhelming menace.“Lady Alcina,” Elton says, a strange wonder in his voice, as though he is hearing and tasting the name for the first time. He takes another step closer, and Orion growls.Elton stills. “Of House Clair.”Elton’s eyes are blown wide as they take in the young lady and her dragon. “It is you,” he breathes. “-who command
Orion lets out an unholy screech as the wave of soldiers threatens to pull her under, and a spear manages to pierce the soft underside of the tip of her wing.The panic in Alcina rises higher, and she feels as though she cannot breathe.The soldiers continue to advance, unminding the dead bodies that litter the floor. It seems as though there is an endless supply of them, pouring in from the double doors, new ones replacing each one that Orion manages to befell. This, Alcina thinks in her bleak despair, is why her mother told her that she is unfit for battle. She was not wrong.Alcina’s hands curl around the chains in her hands, ignoring the stinging pain of her torn skin, and her eyes clench shut when a massive, thundering roar cuts through it all.Alcina’s heart pounds in her chest, this time, not with panic, but with a vengeance.Over the balcony, a huge, looming shadow appears.The soldiers freeze in their advance.And with another ear-splitting, heart-shaking roar of fury, Perse
Then the healers arrive, and there is a brief moment where Alcina loses herself.When she forgets that the healers are here to help, they run towards her and Brendan a bit too fast for her instincts to be comfortable with, and before she knows it, she finds herself growing rigid with panic.Alcina lashes out on sheer, irrational instinct alone, the one burning inside of her and screaming at her to keep Brendan safe, to curl around him, and allow Orion and Perseus to tower over him like twin protectors so that no one else can get to him.So that no one else can hurt him.There is a moment when not a single person is able to breach Alcina’s impregnable defense to get to Brendan.When they find two roaring, agitated dragons, their wings spread with a terrifying menace, their cries loud enough to make their hearts tremble.When Alcina, curled tightly over Brendan’s still-bleeding form, clutches at him with blind desperation as though she might die should someone tear him from her again.I
When Brendan has been unconscious for two days, Alcina has taken to reading to him.She doubts that Brendan can actually hear or register a single word, but. Alcina feels as though she might go mad if she spends another day just staring at Brendan, watching for any signs of him waking up that never come.And for another, she hopes-Well.She hopes that Brendan is not trapped in his terrible nightmares when Alcina cannot reach him and protect him from his own shadows; hopes that Brendan is dreaming of happy, pleasant things if he is in a place where Alcina cannot go.But Alcina cannot help but to think of Brendan as the man who had endured the worst of his own shadows, night after night when they had first met.And so she reads, hoping that, perhaps, the sound of her voice will help keep the nightmares away; that perhaps she might be able to replace them, instead, with dreams of Brendan’s favorite constellations, and that Brendan might be able to spend this time with those stars that h
The next time Brendan wakes, that instinctive pull of his shadows subsides much, much faster - if only because of the grounding weight of the body curled up tightly beside his, clutching at his hand with a painful desperation, even in sleep. He glances first at Alcina, who remains fast asleep, dead to the world. And then, he looks up at the two uninvited guests. Darla grins back at him from where she’s draped over Percy’s lap in the armchair. Brendan raises a brow. “Highly inappropriate behavior at an injured person’s bedside, I rather think,” he says. Percy snorts. “Says the man who has his little duckling practically on top of him despite being in recovery,” Darla snips back, nestling closer to Percy. Brendan chooses not to respond, instead combing back the hair out of Alcina’s forehead. “She will likely not wake for some time yet,” Percy says. “I’m rather sure she did not sleep for even a single hour in all the time she waited for you to regain consciousness,” Darla says.