Careful Handling and a Temporary Precaution

Someone knocked on his door. Saetan didn't even bother to probe the hallway for an identification. The physic scent on the other side was unmistakable.

"Come in, Prince."

It was Chaosti, the Dea al Mon Warlord Prince, who walked in with his usual feline grace, his boots making no sound whatsoever on the parquet floor. For a second, Saetan fought against the territorial instincts that came naturally to Warlord Princes, and watched Chaosti do the same. It was his study, his territory, he reminded himself, no matter what, he was in charge. Which didn't prevent Chaosti from stepping up to the line with all the arrogance of his caste.

"You sent for me, High Lord?" he asked.

"Yes. Sit down."

The Dea al Mon promptly obeyed.

On the other side of the desk, Saetan studied the young male who reminded him too much of himself. Not a boy anymore, he decided - not that he had ever considered Chaosti a boy – now a young male, a fine, fine young male, and, most important of all, a strong, lethal Warlord Prince. Even now, when he was relaxed and easy, there was something wild about Chaosti, something that had all the other males stand on their guard, and wearing the Gray, there were only a handful of people in the Realm that could challenge him and survive. It was a wonderful, terrifying thought, and part of the reason why he'd summoned the young Warlord Prince.

"How is your relationship with Gabrielle?" Saetan asked smoothly. "Everything going well, still having fun?"

If Chaosti had any thoughts at all about the strange question, he didn't show it.

"Yes, we're good."

"Hum." He leaned back on his chair, and joined his fingertips. He studied Chaosti's reaction to the next question. "Have you had sex?"

A barely visible flinch. A faint coloring of the cheeks. Other than that, Chaosti's posture remained the same, his voice cool as always.

"I accompanied her through her Virgin Night, as you well know, and with all due respect, High Lord, what happened after that is none of your business. "

Saetan fought a grin. Not what he'd expected. Unfortunately… "You're wrong, Prince. It is my business. Gabrielle is a very powerful witch and a strong Queen."

"I'm aware of that." Chaosti replied.

"She was able to hold Mistral in mid-air after an exhausting day of healing. A Lady like that needs a very careful handling from everyone, especially from her Consort."

"I know."

Saetan nodded. "Good." Next, he called a flask containing a golden liquid and a piece of paper. "This is for you." he said.

Curious, Chaosti unscrewed the flask. Sniffed. A silver eyebrow lifted over a forest-blue eye. "A contraceptive brew." Next, he read the piece of paper. "And it's recipe." He looked at Saetan, confusion plain on his fair face. "Why?"

Saetan leaned forward, and locked his golden eyes with Chaosti's forest-blue. "Because, my darling, you are the second most powerful living Warlord Prince in Kaeleer, who is romantically involved with a female who happens to be the third most powerful Queen in the Realm, and a Black Widow and a Healer, and you are both Dea al Mon. Take this brew as a temporary precaution, because the whole Realm needs a few years to prepare itself for a miniature you. And so do you."

Again dedicated to lethe2011, who sugested a ficlet with Saetan and Chaosti concerning the little chat they might have had after Saetan realised how powerful Gabrielle was in Hair to the Shadows.

Chaosti 4 ever!