Ok. Just for every one read my other chapter- so far everyone and I mean everyone, wants me to write 'Betrothed.' So when I'm not writing this one (which I couldn't help write) I will work on Betrothed.
And don't worry, Alanna ands up making Jon miserable heheh.
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, so don't come after me! God, what kind of person is out there reading fanfics going, "Hehehe I will find someone with out a disclaimer and get rich! Filthy rich!"
And just because it's random and it happened yesterday: Lady Hazel- "Dana! Help me! Tom just threw ham in my hair!!!"
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(This takes place after the last book of Immortals. Numair still hasn't gotten Daine to marry him, but that doesn't mean he doesn't try.)
Chapter 1: Assassinations
Numair rolled over on to his back in bed still half-asleep. Not realizing that someone else was in his bedroom. He felt a pressure on his face and went to move when he completely woke up. He realizing that the pressure was a pillow and that he couldn't breath! He panicked and started kicking and punching at thin air.
It took him awhile to figure out that he could use his gift to get out of this predicament. He lay still under the pillow that was still suffocating him. Numair slowly drew his sparkling black magic into his right hand under the covers. He could hear hard breathing coming from his left.
Before the assassin knew what had happened. Numair reached up from under the covers and whispered a spell. His gift rushed from his hand strait at the man's chest. The black magic pushed the man away from the bed hitting the wall. Numair quickly got out of bed and sent another rush of black sparkles at the man, making invisible binds around his wrists and feet.
He walked over to the man leaning against the wall and moaning in pain, and knelt beside him. He grabbed the assassin's chin, making him look Numair in the eye. Numair looked him over and had to hide his surprise to see dark skin, Carthaki.
"Who sent you?!" Numair yelled in his face. The Carthaki glared up at Numair with pure hatred.
"You won't get away; someone else will come when I don't come back. You won't live for long, traitor!"
Confused Numair asked, "Traitor to whom? What wrong did I do to you and yours?"
"It doesn't matter whom, you will be dead by winter."
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Numair sat in a chair in Jonathan's study, waiting for him t come back and tell him what the assassin had confessed to. He glared at the wall in front of him, tapping his fingers on the armrest. Daine sat in the chair next to him, eyeing him when she thought he wasn't paying attention.
"You're acting as if no one has tried to kill you before, what's wrong?" Daine asked with concern in her eyes.
"That's not what I'm mad about." Numair said pouting. "It's just that he was a Carthaki. Why would any living Carthaki want me dead now? The only one who would is Ozorne and he's dead!"
"Stop pouting, it doesn't suit you." She said playfully.
"I'm not pouting." He said as he crossed his arms over his chest. Still pouting.
"You do pout Numair." Jonathan said as he closed the door. He came to sit across form Numair. He put his hands in his lap and leaned forward. "We have tortured your...friend...for three hours now Numair, but he will not crack. All we could get out of him was 'we will have our revenge."
"SO keep at it. He is bound to break sooner or later." Jon looked down and shook his head. He looked back to Numair with a serious look.
"Our law is that a prisoner can only be tortured three hours a day." He paused. "It is our law, Numair. Even if we do that, this man will not crack. There is no point."
"Your king, change the god cursed law." Numair had no expression on his face; his court face. Jon stood up with anger in his eyes. "I will not tolerate you talking to your king like this, Numair, do you understand me?!"
Numair bent his head and said, "I'm sorry your majesty, I had no right." He looked back up at Jon as he sat down.
"I do not like to have to remind you of my title, Numair, we are friends, but that was out of line." He looked Numair down, and then said seriously, "I want you to stay in Daine's room tonight. I don't want you alone until we have this thing sorted out." A smile crossed his face, "I don't think Daine would let you anyway." Numair knew when he was being dismissed. He stood up, walked out the door and held it for Daine.
They both walked down the wide hallway silent. Numair looked strait ahead, and Daine was staring at him through the corner of her eye.
They got to Daine's room and went strait to bed. Though it took Daine a while to fall asleep, still worrying about her love.
And don't worry, Alanna ands up making Jon miserable heheh.
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, so don't come after me! God, what kind of person is out there reading fanfics going, "Hehehe I will find someone with out a disclaimer and get rich! Filthy rich!"
And just because it's random and it happened yesterday: Lady Hazel- "Dana! Help me! Tom just threw ham in my hair!!!"
!#$%&!#$%&!#$%&!#$%&!#$%&!#$%&!#$%&!#
(This takes place after the last book of Immortals. Numair still hasn't gotten Daine to marry him, but that doesn't mean he doesn't try.)
Chapter 1: Assassinations
Numair rolled over on to his back in bed still half-asleep. Not realizing that someone else was in his bedroom. He felt a pressure on his face and went to move when he completely woke up. He realizing that the pressure was a pillow and that he couldn't breath! He panicked and started kicking and punching at thin air.
It took him awhile to figure out that he could use his gift to get out of this predicament. He lay still under the pillow that was still suffocating him. Numair slowly drew his sparkling black magic into his right hand under the covers. He could hear hard breathing coming from his left.
Before the assassin knew what had happened. Numair reached up from under the covers and whispered a spell. His gift rushed from his hand strait at the man's chest. The black magic pushed the man away from the bed hitting the wall. Numair quickly got out of bed and sent another rush of black sparkles at the man, making invisible binds around his wrists and feet.
He walked over to the man leaning against the wall and moaning in pain, and knelt beside him. He grabbed the assassin's chin, making him look Numair in the eye. Numair looked him over and had to hide his surprise to see dark skin, Carthaki.
"Who sent you?!" Numair yelled in his face. The Carthaki glared up at Numair with pure hatred.
"You won't get away; someone else will come when I don't come back. You won't live for long, traitor!"
Confused Numair asked, "Traitor to whom? What wrong did I do to you and yours?"
"It doesn't matter whom, you will be dead by winter."
!#$%&!#$%&!#$%&!#$%&!#$%&!#$%&!#$%&!#
Numair sat in a chair in Jonathan's study, waiting for him t come back and tell him what the assassin had confessed to. He glared at the wall in front of him, tapping his fingers on the armrest. Daine sat in the chair next to him, eyeing him when she thought he wasn't paying attention.
"You're acting as if no one has tried to kill you before, what's wrong?" Daine asked with concern in her eyes.
"That's not what I'm mad about." Numair said pouting. "It's just that he was a Carthaki. Why would any living Carthaki want me dead now? The only one who would is Ozorne and he's dead!"
"Stop pouting, it doesn't suit you." She said playfully.
"I'm not pouting." He said as he crossed his arms over his chest. Still pouting.
"You do pout Numair." Jonathan said as he closed the door. He came to sit across form Numair. He put his hands in his lap and leaned forward. "We have tortured your...friend...for three hours now Numair, but he will not crack. All we could get out of him was 'we will have our revenge."
"SO keep at it. He is bound to break sooner or later." Jon looked down and shook his head. He looked back to Numair with a serious look.
"Our law is that a prisoner can only be tortured three hours a day." He paused. "It is our law, Numair. Even if we do that, this man will not crack. There is no point."
"Your king, change the god cursed law." Numair had no expression on his face; his court face. Jon stood up with anger in his eyes. "I will not tolerate you talking to your king like this, Numair, do you understand me?!"
Numair bent his head and said, "I'm sorry your majesty, I had no right." He looked back up at Jon as he sat down.
"I do not like to have to remind you of my title, Numair, we are friends, but that was out of line." He looked Numair down, and then said seriously, "I want you to stay in Daine's room tonight. I don't want you alone until we have this thing sorted out." A smile crossed his face, "I don't think Daine would let you anyway." Numair knew when he was being dismissed. He stood up, walked out the door and held it for Daine.
They both walked down the wide hallway silent. Numair looked strait ahead, and Daine was staring at him through the corner of her eye.
They got to Daine's room and went strait to bed. Though it took Daine a while to fall asleep, still worrying about her love.