Dark, membranous wings and the gleam of a war blade, held by a skilled warrrior. That was the last thing they'd ever see.

The feel of their skulls being crushed, inside out, while within their last breaths. That was the last thing they'd ever feel.

The Eyrien warrior cared about this particular kill, yes, that much was true. But he did not want to make it personal. He wanted to deliver the execution, clean up the inevitable mess, and leave. He wanted to go back to the Hall, back to people who understood. Back to his family, his friends, and most importantly, Alarian, the reason he was doing this, his sassy, Eyrien witch. The one who, although he would not admit it, had stolen his heart.

Andulvar Yaslana could deal with a great deal. But one thing he could not deal with was bastards who played sick games, who had nothing better to do than prey on the unsuspecting and think they can get away with it. And if they wanted to play with Alarian, well, they'd just have to deal with the consequences. One angry, protective, Ebon Gray Jeweled Eyrien Warlord Prince.


"Alarian, darling, you've been staring out of that window since noon. You haven't touched the food we set out," the deep, slightly edged voice purred as the man who the voice belonged to entered the room, "I'm going to ask if something is bothering you, and if you tell me no, I'm going to know you're lying. Is something bothering you?"

Yes, of course something was bothering her. She didn't usually sit this still, Hell's Fire, she'd been sitting perched on the edge of a chair for the last 4 hours. But he had the nerve to ask if something was bothering her? Well, he wanted an honest answer.

"He's been gone since last night, High Lord. You told me he'd be back in the morning. Doesn't it bother you that he isn't?" She didn't want her voice to sound so desperate, but it had a plea to it and it made her even more angry.

Why was she so worried about him? He can take care of himself. She kept telling herself that, but it didn't push away that nagging worry that was surfacing every time she tried to relax.

And then there was that Hekatah bitch. Ever since their first encounter, she'd been creeping around, almost like she was trying to befriend Alarian. That was one thing she could promise she wasn't imagining.

For the sake of Hell, she tried to sit next to Alarian during breakfast, also during which, Alarian had done her very best to seclude herself from everyone. But, she found it was so very difficult to avoid questions here.

"Hmm, If I didn't know better, I'd say you didn't hear me." Saetan smirked.

"Oh, no." She cleared her head and bit her lip. "What?" Saetan raised an eyebrow at her, almost like he was highly amused about something, but he didn't answer. Alarian scowled. "Well? What are you so damn...smirk-y about?"

"I merely said 'no, it doesn't bother me. But that might be because I'm not madly in love with the man in question.' But, tch. You could do a better job of hiding it. The both of you. But, hm, perhaps not." He smirked once more, turned, and exited the room, leaving a baffled woman behind.

Not for long.

Alarian growled and darted out after him, halfway at the corner of the thankfully empty hallway, she began shouting after him.

"I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH AND-" She stopped. She sucked in a breath and felt the heat rise to her cheeks as a familiar psychic scent swam around her.

She was probably a nice shade of red when a tall, well built Eyrien man turned the corner she had halted at and tilted his head at her.

"You're in love with who, now?" He asked, also amused.

That was going to change. Real fast.

Alarian clenched her teeth and broke into a fierce rage, but not quite killing edge rage.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You. You...stupid...arrogant...stupid...cocky...infuriating-" She broke off when his rough lips crashed against hers, shutting her up immediately. She felt his hands push her through a door of an empty room she hadn't even known was there, not breaking the kiss once.

No other choice, both decided by her body and her heart, she parted her lips and tilted her head into him, giving him full access to proceed. They continued this for several minutes, he now had her backed against a wall, his hands locking her against him. She tangled her hands into his hair and almost whimpered when he pulled away from her lips, but she was pleased when he didn't let her go.

She blushed again, and couldn't fight the smile that tugged at her lips when he smirked at her, a rare thing for this particular man.

"You said stupid twice." He growled, still amused. He licked his lips and leaned down to nuzzle her gently with his nose.

The Eyrien female shrugged and looked away from him, suddenly interested in the carpet. "Yeah, well. Not exactly a lie."

But, even looking away she could tell he raised an eyebrow and his face softened.

"Worried about me?"

"Maybe." Or maybe I was just worried you'd left me...like everyone else does eventually.

He pulled her close to his body, in a tight embrace as he heard the pain behind that one word. Perhaps he had, for he knew of her past. Of how much she'd gone through. So as he stroked her hair, he contemplated what he could say to brush away her distrust. Her sadness.

"Alarian.." He whispered and pressed his lips to her blonde locks, "I hope you realize I'll never leave you. I can promise you that."

"Mm." Was all she could say. A tear stung her eye and she swallowed it back. His hands tightened around her and she had a sense of safety..of something else as well. But she couldn't let that break her walls down.

Andulvar growled something incoherent and closed his eyes. Not being the best with words, it took him a moment to figure out what would work best. "Be my lover."

He said it as lightly as he could, and his heart paused, deciding whether her answer would make it whole, or break it completely.

Three words. Three words was all it took to make that one tear spill over onto the most perfect man she'd ever known's shoulder, where her head was tucked comfortably.

Three words. And she could only think of one way to answer those three words.

"I always have been, Andulvar."


A/N: Fluffy chapter is full of fluff and romance. Better stuff next time. :D
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