Chapter 4: Moving Along
Nyssa Al Ghul
The black leather seat below me groaned in discomfort as I shifted my position ever so slightly. The ride to Starling City Airport was filled with silent reflection and thoughts.
My father is dead. I am now fully free of his unfatherly actions, his cruel form of justice, and his disappointment when it comes to my love life. I continue to tell myself I should be happy, I should feel free, but I am still saddened. My father was my fall back, my rock. He raised me. He made me the person I am today.
My father was killed by my husband. I am the wife to Al Sah Him, now the wife of the Demon's Head.
My husband fell of a dam, and was later shot, fatally. Being the wife to the Demon I am connected to Al Sah Him, we are bound. He dies and is unable to be resurrected by the Lazarus Pit, I will be put to death. It is though different if I were to die. If I were to die my husband would be released from our marriage and given the option, as Ra's, to take another mate.
I was 'rescued' by the league, from my husband's old friends, while my husband was also rescued and immediately taken to Nanda Parbat to be healed. The remaining 'Team Arrow' will now feel betrayed and angry towards me, leaving me with less alies.
I am currently traveling to the airport to board a League cargo plane back to Nanda Parbat. I am to start a new part of my timeline.
"My lady, we will arrive soon. Do you have any requests before we leave Starling City." The monotone voice of the league's driver reaches my ears. I don't give any indication of hearing, giving myself a few seconds to think. I reconsider everything I'm leaving behind. I am leaving Laurel, my living connection to Sara. I am leaving freedom, becoming the wife of the Demon. If I was to return to Laurel and try to explain she would just insist I stay, not understanding the traditions I was taught and practiced as a child.
"No, I do not have anything to do in Star City." I respond in an equally monotone voice.
Arriving at Nanda Parbat…
I dutifully walk down the ramp of the metal monstrosity that flew me into my home. Oh, how I hate planes. The stunt with Al Sah Him, or as I should now call him, Ra's Al Ghul a few days earlier involving a cargo plane only reinforces this feeling.
"My lady." An assassin bows to me as I walk in through the entrance to Nanda Parbat. "Ra's Al Ghul has been healed by the Lazarus Pit, inches from life, and is currently recovering in his quarters.
"Appreciated." I simply state in response and change my direction to my husband's rooms. Briskly walking down the endless corridors I am bowed to by every league member I intercept. Being the bride of the Demon, I am now the second most powerful figure in the league, and am showed the proper respect.
At one point I walk past the Lazarus Pit chamber, catching a small glimpse of the ceremonially clean up from when my husband was healed. Maybe at some point I will have a chance, granted by my husband, to enter the Lazarus Pit. A tiny smile lines my face at the thought.
Turning into the last corridor I immediately notice the twelve assassin guards. They were guarding a set of double doors, which were elaborately decorated and engraved. The guards were equally split, six to the right of the doors and six to the left. As I approached I didn't need to utter a single word as the two closest assassins reached out and swung open the doors.
Entering the room I suddenly took in the lavish furnishings and fabrics. Colorful carpets laid everywhere and majestic art lined the walls. Secondly I took in the amount of servants fussing about, most centered around the bed.
"Everyone out." I command, not particularly loud by stern enough to get everyone's attention. All the servants, who were barely dressed due to league tradition, left In a hurried fashion. Once the room was cleared I noticed my husband lying, unconscious, on the bed. He was dressed in rich silk fabrics and was freshly washed. Stepping closer I spy his expression, which for once is calm and stressless. He looked like an ordinary man, excluding the scars and extremely muscular body.
Tearing my gaze away from my husband I walk towards the lounge area. Three low couches made a half circle around a huge fire place built into the wall. Taking a seat on the middle couch I recline and relax. The cushions gave way to my weight, wrapping my lower half in warmth. The fire place previously warmed the pillows causing my eyes to start to droop and close. Slowly I lay down and curl up on the cushions falling into the dream world. My last thought being, not a bad start.
The next morning…
I feel warm. I feel safe. I feel protected. I feel at home, my mind is back to normality even when my situation is far from the nor. Opening my eyes simultaneously the comfortable light of my husband's quarters penetrates my eyes. A small smile engraved itself on my face, at least this world had small mercies.
Sitting up I survey my surroundings. The fireplace was now just a heap of coals, while the balcony was closed of by a heavy curtain. Looking to the bed I notice that my husband was nowhere to be found. Immediately on alert I start to stand, not noticing the arm being extended to my left. A single finger taps my shoulder and I practically jump over the couch.
"Hey it's just me, jees. Nyssa what is going on? Why am I in Nanda Parbat." I still am trying to recover from my scare so I don't respond immediately. "Hey are you able to speak? Speak." I straighten and start a respons.
"You were shot by John Diggle causing you to put into a comma. Your old team tried to better your health but were unsuccessful so they just kept you barely alive with medical means. The league had regrouped by then and broke you out, while also rescuing me from your old team's grasps. We are currently in Nan…" I was swiftly interrupted by Ra's Al Ghul. "Diggle shot me. Why would he do that?"
"He most likely shot you due to you saying one of your not so smart remarks." I suddenly realise what I said and back track. "I meant one of you more offending remarks, forgive me." My husband decides to ignore my apology and continues questioning me.
"When your father explained to me the terms of our wedding he explained that you were to protect me. Where were you?" I instantly stiffen.
"I was retrieving medical supplies to change your bandages. I, again, apologise and will accept and punishment you deem worthy for not protecting you." I lowered my gaze mentally preparing myself.
"Nyssa look at me." My husband commanded. Obeying I looking into his eyes and saw sympathy with a little regret. "I will not punish you for something I caused."
"Thank you husband." I say with relief and a small bit of joy. I was accualy married to someone with a heart.
"Now tell me, what is my situation here?" He questions.
"You are Ra's Al Ghul and the entire league is backing you. My husband, you are the most powerful man in the world." I give a small smile. "Also you have my support as a wife and friend." With the last bit he also smiles.
"Maybe this will actually work out." He gives an optimistic reply. " But first I need to establish myself here. Firstly I want every major city, in the world, to have a league base and safe house. Secondly, I want a league escort to retrieve my sister." He command looking straight into my eyes.
"It will be done." I bow at the waist and leave the chambers.
