Title: Painful Heart
Author: underground-girl
Rating: T
Pairing: Volug x Nailah
Disclaimer: I only own the background story. I do not own the characters.
Time: Before Radiant Dawn. How Volug & Nailah meet & establish their bond.
Location: Hatari
Chapter 1
Why Volug was told to wake up his queen he could only guess. He had heard about how Nailah was in the morning. Angry. Murderous.
He didn't want to deal with that. Not in the morning.
Volug was never a morning person. He hated waking up to a bright sun and people wanting him to do things. But now that he was working in Queen Nailah's palace, he had to get up bright and early or else he would be kicked out. He didn't like living off the streets.
He strolled through the palace taking in the sights and smells. The smell of fresh meat filled his nose when he went past the kitchen. He should help the cook later so he could get a few snacks.
He began walking faster, through corridors and rooms, nodding at servants he came across.
Eventually he found his destination. He stopped and took in the sight of the building Nailah's bedroom was in.
It looked like a house by itself; large oak doors, mismatched stained glass windows, and hand placed brick walls. Well, maybe more like a church.
Volug glanced outside of the palace and saw villagers setting up shop and others chatting along the street. He glanced behind him and saw two girls staring and giggling at him.
Well this is going to be just great.
He knocked twice on the door and received no answer. Trying the handle, he found that the door was open.
Inside, Volug was greeted with a low table in the center of the room with pillows around it for seats. Walking up to the table and looking around, he saw how unnecessarily large the room was.
To the left of the table were a few steps that led up to a balcony that looked over Hatari. Different colors of silk aligned the walls and balcony.
The right side of the room was huge. A rug took up the majority of the floor along with clothes that had been tossed. A walk in closet took up ¾ of one wall. Pushing aside the curtain, Volug saw that this 'closet' was more of a storage room. Scrolls, books, and robes mainly occupied this space.
Walking out of the closet, Volug saw what would be the size of his room. Nailah's bed was huge. It seemed to be 10x10 feet and was in the shape of a circle. But he was no contractor. Thin curtains from the ceiling draped around the bed.
Good grief. The bed was the only thing in the room, aside from another rug and two windows.
Nailah was sound asleep in the middle of the bed. A thin blanket, rather see-through to Volug's embarrassment, was over her lower body.
Ah… she should wear more clothes. Volug sighed, walking up to the bed.
"My Queen."
Nailah's tail twitched.
"It's morning. Time to get up."
No response.
Volug pulled back the curtain. "My Que-"
The next thing he knew, he was flying back and looking at the ceiling. A silver wolf and curtains pinned him down.
"My Queen! Stop- No- The curtains!" he yelled, watching as Nailah ripped through them.
He realized the position he was in. If he shifted now, she could go for his tender underbelly. He was defenseless, and only had seconds to think of an escape route. Glancing at his surroundings, he sadly realized that the only objects that were handy were the ripped up curtains.
Nailah made a lung for his throat.
No, I can't die over something as stupid as this.
Instinctively, he kneed Nailah in her ribs and braced himself.
His feeble attack caused Nailah's fangs to sink into his left shoulder.
Volug literally howled. He shifted when Nailah bit him and shifted back. He scrambled to the corner of the room and stared at his queen.
Nailah had shifted back and was leaning against the wall opposite of Volug, swishing her tail back and forth.
"Fool. Never wake me up. Learn your lesson," she warned him.
Volug glared at her. The blood had stopped but he still wasn't happy. After all, who knew how long he'd have do this. Just thinking about it made him groan.
He closed his eyes to calm down.
I'm really hungry now. Wonder how long I can stay sane being in the same room with her.
Opening his eyes, he was lost in a sea of purple.
"Do. Not. Glare. At. Me. You filthy dog," Nailah hissed.
"Well my Queen. It's time for breakfast. Today's menu is dried vegetables and beorc shit. Enjoy," he spat back.
At his remark Nailah merely poked his wounded shoulder causing him to flinch.
"Maybe you can enjoy it with me," she said, leaning closer to him and winking.
Volug blushed as she skipped out of the room laughing hysterically.