Daemon's head rolled to the side. Cold stone was touching his back. Chains bound his feet and hand so tight he couldn't left them off the ground. What the hell had happen? He couldn't remember. Just fragments of memories. Whether or not those memories where from whatever had caused him to be laying here… wherever he was.. or from another time he could be sure. All he knew was he was in pain and needed help.

Trying to force himself awake long enough to do what was necessary he tried to remember anything useful. He had been at Jaenelle's cabin. Jaenelle Angeline not his daughter today he need to make that distinction. Why had he gone there? It took a moment to think. He had needed to speak to Witch. Had he? Yes, later he would figure out how to tan her hid, but first he needed…

… Lucivar…

…Yes the prick wore the ring that their queen had given them. He had been gone long enough that he might be wearing it now. It was risky and if his sense of touch was correct he was wearing a ring that would hurt like a wicked bitch when removed.

Pain shot through him. He could do nothing but howl and till it stopped.

"I told you the ring could tame any male."

The voice. Female... young. He had heard that voice before. Couldn't place it.

"Should we feed him? It has been a few days?" Another voice. Female. This one sounded worried. Unsure.

A pause. "Not yet. We'll give him a day or two. Then he can earn his food."

Since the two thought he wasn't awake he would let them believe that. At least till he regained his strength. Another burst of pain shot through him... then darkness.

He wasn't sure how long he had laid there after that. Wasn't sure why his mind felt clouded but he knew he wouldn't have another chance. A few forced breaths and he remembered the ring that Jaenelle had made him. He knew where it was... in all the years, since she officially held a court he never wore it...

... Lucivar did.

And right now he needed help. He couldn't tell his brother what he needed or why but hopefully his brother would understand.

Three tries and he was able to call it in. He just hoped his brother was wearing the other.

Lucivar set his ax through a piece of wood. Daemon had left nearly two weeks ago. Ok fine. He had gone to Jaenelle's cabin as he had been doing since her death... And he had spent a few days there... But he had been missing for at least a week and a half. No explanation... no warning... Although both his darling niece and Surreal had both said they had an idea on why Daemon had choose now to go missing. Of course neither were saying why...

Two days after his brother had left the cabin, he had called in his ring of honor. The shield still worked at well as the ability to sense if his brother was wearing his... of course Daemon... the idiot... never used it. Had never used even when Jaenelle was alive... at least not after she had cleansed all three realm... But right now he wanted that extra percussion for whatever his brother was planning... or that matter doing.

... then again he could be doing something in the dark realm ...

In frustration he sent a burst of ebon gray power through the ax... nothing was left of the piece of firewood that even resembled a splinter. "Damn."

"Papa?"

Titian. His temper was much too hot right now to be dealing with his children... "Go back into the house."

"But."

"Now!"

"Uncle?"

Damn it to hell. He had been so focused on his own thoughts and temper..."Jaenelle."

"Papa hasn't returned yet."

That he already knew. Beal would have told him if he had. "And you can't find him?" it came out as a frustrated growl despite trying to leash his own temper.

"Well... mama and I had thought he needed to cool down a bit. But he would came back by now."

If his wife and daughter had pissed Daemon off about something his brother would have gone coated his nerves and his temper then would have dealt with it... Which Surreal knew... "Are you going to tell me why your papa needed to go hide for a few days?"

"Oh well..."

Now he turned to her. She was looking at her mix matched shoes and playing with her birthright jewel... Looking more uncomfortable then he had ever seen her. "Jaenelle?"

"Well... grandma Tersa made him cat- puff and since he couldn't yell at her he left. But he should have calmed down by now."

No if Tersa did something to worry him... his brother would have told him about it then they would have taken care of it. So no matter what his darling niece thought Tersa wasn't the cause of her darling papa hiding. "Go inside, I need to clean this up."

"Oh... I almost forgot. Grandma Tersa said you can't yell at her boy." Then she ducked back into the eyrie.

Mother night. Whatever Tersa did... whatever she knew ... Like hell he wouldn't yell at his brother... assuming he saw his brother before he saw the sadist. Or the High Lord.

Pain. Fear . Worry. Flowed through him... the pain alone almost knocked him off of his feet. Knowing this pain wasn't his own...

"Tamnar!" The boy was helping Daemonar learn some drills on the other side of the eyrie... Had been helping since his temper had been too close to the surface to be around his son. That had been yesterday.

Tamnar came around from the front of the eyrie his eyes already looking for the first sign of trouble. "Prince Yaslana?"

"Keep everyone inside. Have Marian shield the eyrie. Contact Hallevar. Lock Askavi down until I say otherwise."

"Y-Yes, Sir."

Instructions delivered he launched himself into the sky and darted to where the pain was coming from.