AN: So I got this idea when trying to revise. It means I was unable to do anything other than write this. I should feel guilty but I don't. I felt some angsty Kel/Dom was required. It was my second song inspired fic in the same number of days, again a Taylor Swift one - Should've Said No.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the following story.
Hope you enjoy,
~Angie
Keladry of Mindelan, the realm's second Lady Knight, had finally decided that enough was enough. She had cried her last tears. She finally had decided that she had spent her last bell crying over the useless man that she had made the choice to court. Her resolve hardened as she got herself up off her bed and changed herself into a clean set clothes, sweeping her now mid-length hair into a horse tail. Remembering that the only reason that she had let her hair grow this long was because he had said it liked it longer.
She had known originally that he had been a flirt, but she had thought, well hoped, that once they had officially been courting these ways would have stopped. They had had three wonderful years, and she had even been starting to think that maybe, just maybe, things would be going further. Possibly a betrothal, no marriage but the official statement that it would be coming. After all this time she had been feeling like finally she could prove all those girls wrong, and that she could find herself a husband, a handsome one at that.
What she hadn't expected was that one night, a rather tormented looking Wolset would be at her door, telling her something that would tear her world apart. The Third Company had gotten very drunk. Dom had gotten very drunk, and there were pretty girls there. Before they knew it the men had lost track of the sergeant, and one of the girls. One thing had apparently lead to another. Then that was that. She felt her knees give way before she felt Wolset holding her up and leading her back into her room, before leaving her knowing that she wouldn't want to be seen in that state.
The next day she had heard Dom outside her door, begging her to forgive him. Telling her it was a mistake, it hadn't meant anything. But it had meant everything to her. She had lost her trust in him. Maybe her sisters-in-law were right. No one wanted to marry a woman built like a cow. Even Dom had proved that. She heard him outside her door for most of the day, without even moving from her bed. Eventually he had left.
The next day, Neal had knocked on her door. Then Raoul who had been passing through. Finally the rest of her year mates trying to coax her out of her room. All of them had promised the world of hurt to the man who had done this to her.
She splashed water on her face looking at herself in the cracked mirror. The first casualty of her rampage three days ago. The next was one of her Yamani lucky cats, which she felt a twinge of regret over that one. She eyed up her appearance, her eyes were red and swollen, but there was nothing she could do about that. After seeing that this was the best she could do, she straightened up her tunic and squared her shoulders before she left her room for the first time in days.
"I don't think I've ever seen Kel this rattled," Merric of Hollyrose stated to Nealan of Queenscove, at the table in the mess.
"No," Neal growled, clenching his fist. He was very much prepared to go on a murderous rampage, but he knew that she would not appreciate it, and that it wasn't as if others hadn't already stepped up to that plate. That's if the frequent trips a certain cousin of his was making to the infirmary.
Suddenly the entire mess fell into silence, and both of the knights looked up and what they saw made them gasp. It was Kel, she stood at the entrance to the mess, and her presence wasn't what made them gasp. What had surprised them was that it was Kel, but not their happy, caring Kel. The woman standing before them had a stern presence, the hard look on her face and fierce expression in her eyes told them that while she was here, she wasn't the Kel they had seen just three days before.
She stalked over, grabbed a tray and food before thumping it down at the only free chair next to Neal. All eyes in the room had followed their commander on her walk, aware that everyone was still looking at her once she had sat, she snarled loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, "Well are you just going to stare at me all day or are you going to go back to your business?"
That shocked everyone back into action, Neal and Merric tried to engage Kel in conversation. Both dropped it after several wilting glares were directed their way.
Kel only looked up again when silence fell over the room once again. At the entrance to the mess was the battered looking Sergeant Domitan of the Third Company of the King's Own. Kel caught his red eyed gaze with her own rimmed eyes. He looked sad, and beaten, this fact put a spike of satisfaction in her heart. While the others may have known him first, evidently they were protective enough of her to teach him a lesson or two.
He took his food and sat in a corner of the room, picking at his food. Once he had decided that he had given up on it. He took it over to the drop off point, before walking towards where she was sitting. Each person watched warily, not knowing what would happen next.
"Kel," he croaked out, "it was a mistake, I'm sorry – if I could take it back I would."
He hung his head, looking at his feet, he pleaded, "Please give me another chance."
"Do you honestly think that we could ever be the same again? Get away from me," Kel asked him in a voice which barely contained the new hatred she felt for him, "but before you leave, tell me Dom, was she worth it?"
Oh brutal. There is another chapter on the way, but only one more.
Please let me know if you enjoyed it! Let me know if you didn't like it!
~Angie
