Disclaimer: I do not own The Belgariad/Malloreon, but I do own the OC and the plot.
Plot: ZakathxOC. After the events of The Place Which is No More; Zakath and Cyradis are not together. While Zakath is heading home, Atesca and Brador by his side, he gets attacked on the roadside.
Zakath's eyes widen slightly, and he nods his head briefly in acknowledgment. Atesca bows again and leaves the room, in search of Belgarath the Sorcerer. Zakath looks towards Arabella, who is looking out the window. The door opens, and Atesca walks in with Belgarath at his side. Zakath nods for Belgarath to sit down, and then he orders some ale for the both of them. Belgarath warily looks at the girl in the corner. She ignores him completely, instead looking out of the window of the hostel. Belgarath looks at Zakath, who just shrugs in response. Atesca comes back into the room, a young serving girl beside him. She hands the two men their ale, as one of Atesca's men brings in an open barrel for the two of them. Atesca rushes the serving girl and the legionnaire out of the room, then bows and leaves himself. Belgarath dips his large cup into the barrel of ale, takes a deep swig of it, and then leans forwards.
"Alright, here's what's been going on." He scratches the side of his nose before continuing, "Garion and C'nedra have just become pregnant again, Erriond is finally getting through to the Thulls, Beldin hasn't been heard from and I doubt he ever will be, and Polgara is too busy being a mother to come and visit me." Zakath nods his head slowly, taking in all of the information. He dips his cup into the ale and takes a small sip.
"So what your saying is that because everyone is busy, and no one has time to talk with you, you've come to me." Belgarath shakes his head.
"Not at all, Zakath. I've come to you so I can get rid of him." He finishes the sentence with a tinge of disgust, and points to the doorway, through which Prince Kheldar of Drasnia walks through with a flourish. Zakath watches the small man exchange a hurt look with Belgarath with mild amusement. Kheldar looks towards Arabella and his smile widens. He looks at Zakath and tries to stifle a laugh.
"Looks like you've been busy." Belgarath snorts, finishing off his ale, and dipping it into the keg, filling it up. Zakath glares at Kheldar and his impish expression.
"Never mind." He tells him in an offhand manner. Arabella turns around, hair shifting around her shoulders.
"If you men would be so kind, I'd very much like to leave now." Kheldar moves out of her way, but Zakath holds up one of his hands.
"She's not allowed to leave." Kheldar and Belgarath both look at him suspiciously.
"Why not?" Belgarath questions. Zakath sighs deeply and then glares at Arabella as she tries to walks to the door.
"She's my prisoner." Belgarath snorts in disgust, and Kheldar rolls his eyes ceiling wards. He looks at Arabella with a bored expression, and shakes his head. Arabella tries not to laugh at the small man's antics.
"If you remember correctly, Zakath, we were your prisoners once too. Now, though, we're not." Kheldar explains, while using over exaggerated gestures.
"Oh, be quiet! She's my prisoner, and she will be until we reach Mal Zeth." Zakath snaps at the small man. Arabella throws her hands in the air in defeat, and sits down cross-legged on the floor. Her movements are all cat-like and fluid. Kheldar sits beside her on the floor, holding out his hand.
"You can call me Silk, my fellow Drasnian. And since they won't offer me any of their ale, I guess I'm stuck sitting in the mud with you." Arabella holds out her hand to him.
"You may call me Arabella, Silk. And the floor is not mud; it's dried clay." Silk throws his head back and laughs uproariously. He looks back at her, eyes sparkling.
"I knew you were Drasnian. It just feels…right." Arabella smiles at him, and looks at Zakath.
"Unfortunately, I'm not Drasnian. Well, not in completion." The look in her eyes grows cold and hard, black eyes boring down on Zakath. "I am also Malloreon."
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