A/N: And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, the sequel to the loved Evil in Our Hearts, I present to you now The Heir and His Heart!

Prologue

Adrienne Young was nervous. She paced around the throne room of her husbands citadel, muttering incoherently under her breath. Thunder rumbled in the distance, echoing off of the candle lit room.

"Chase…" she murmured, looking at the door in anticipation, "Where in the world are you?"

Several jungle cats also stared at the door, awaiting their Master's return. Some glanced at the muttering woman anxiously, wondering if they should try to console her or if they should just leave her be.

"Please, please tell me he's okay…" she pleaded to the thunder as it rolled around the dwelling. "I wouldn't be able to stand it if he got hurt."

Suddenly, the heavy wooden door swung open and in stumbled a worn out Chase Young. His hair was windswept and his armor was grimy with mud, but he was basically unscathed.

"Chase!" Adrienne cried, rushing over and enveloping the exhausted warrior in a hug. "I was getting worried- is it done?" the woman pulled away and looked into her husband's yellow eyes, her own questioning.

The Immortal closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. "It is." he said softly, breathing out slowly.

Adrienne sighed sadly, turning away and taking several steps away. "Good." she replied quietly. Lightning lit the room through the skylight.

Chase also sighed and opened his eyes. "It had to be done, Adrienne." he said, taking a step towards her back. "You know it did. If Hannibal or Wuya ever found out-"

"I know," Adrienne interrupted, bowing her head. "I just wish I had gotten to be there."

Chase walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "It will be alright, love." he murmured, squeezing her shoulder gently. "Master Monk Guan is taking care of everything."

Adrienne put her hand on his and whispered, "He'd better. If anything happens to our son while he's in Guan's care…"

Chase said nothing, but a silent agreement passed between the pair.

After a while, they decided to retire for the evening. As she lay down to sleep she whispered, "Return to me, Gethin. My heir. My son."

This Concludes the Prologue