A/N: The chapter will more toward an 'M' rating for a brief section. Just wanted to give fair warning.
They arrived back at the palace and Amberle was immediately summoned to the council for her crime of abandoning her post. Allanon raced away to the guards to inform them that there is a mole somewhere within the kingdom.
Ryllae and Will followed Amberle toward her council meeting until they could go no farther.
"It'll all go alright," Ryllae reassured her sister as she grabbed her in a hug.
"I'll see you both when I am finished," she said, feigning a smile as if she wasn't worried.
Will stepped forward, "I won't be here. I told Allanon I'd help get you back here and now that we've done that, I have to go home. It was an honor."
"Will Ohmsford, thank you for your service," Amberle said as she embraced him in a hug, "I hope our paths will allow us to cross again someday."
"Me too, Princess," he said as they let go, the tension between them easily read.
Ryllae stepped forward, "I will walk him out," she said as she led Will toward the exit, "We will load you up with supplies before you begin your journey but know that we are stronger together and you are still a target."
Will was about to ask what she meant but Bandon stepped into their path, "Will, you can't go. Amberle is not safe without you," he said, panicked.
"I got her back here," Will replied, "She's good now."
Bandon shook his head, his hands shaking, "The worst is yet to come. You have only faced the smallest of the Dagda Mor's army. If you don't stay with her, she will die."
"Bandon, you should go rest," Ryllae intervened, "I will speak with Will ok?"
Bandon shook his head but walked away causing Ryllae to look at Will, "Stay just for the night so I can figure out how important you really are to this mission. Please. I'm sure you could use a single night of good rest after our journey," she pleaded.
Will began to shake his head but then nodded, "One night and then tomorrow morning, I am out of here. Understand?"
"Absolutely," Ryllae agreed, "Catania will show you a room but you must excuse me while I go find Allanon. Will you be alright?" she asked as Catania appeared at their side.
Will waved her of as he followed Catania and left Ryllae to find Allanon and complete their destiny.
Ryllae went back to the doors outside of the council meeting to wait on Allanon to come out. She knew he would begin the proceedings with a testimony to Amberle's behavior. She pulled herself onto the windowsill and leaned her head against the wall as the sun shone against her back above her corset top. She was comfortable and at peace.
The doors opened after awhile and Allanon emerged, immediately surprised to see her, "Have you been waiting for me out here?" he asked as he walked up to the window, placing his hands gently on her knees.
Ryllae nodded as she looked at him tenderly, "We must go complete our destiny before we get swept up into anything else. Do you have any preference on the location or will my room be ok?" she asked, suddenly growing nervous and looking away.
Allanon reached one of his hands up from her knee and used it to pull her face back to look at his, "Your room will be just fine. Are you absolutely sure you want to do this? The pain will not subside immediately. It will linger until you are with child."
"I can handle any amount of pain as long as you're close by," she replied as she leaned forward and grasped his face in her hands before closing the gap between them and placing her lips to his.
His body reacted much stronger then he'd expected as he immediately found himself consumed with his need for her. He scooped her into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist and carried her to her room where he laid her down on her bed and lowered himself on top of her.
"How do I take all of the off of you?" she asked breathlessly as she began to undo her top.
Allanon laughed against her face before he began to pull of the layers of his Druid clothing until they were both shirtless in just their pants, their skin rubbing against each other's as their lips continued to play.
Ryllae reached her hand down to his pants and rubbed the bulge resting there, "Do we only get to do this once?" she whispered against his mouth as she gasped for air from the anticipation.
Allanon shook his head, "You are my soul mate now, my dear Ryllae. We can do this as often or not often as you want."
Ryllae smiled against him as she began undoing his pants and lowering them to his feet while he moved his hands to hers, mimicking her actions, "Good," she finally said, "Because this is unlike anything I've ever experienced," she revealed as she ran her hands around his neck and ran them across his markings, pulling him closer so he could slide himself into her.
He obliged her wished causing her to gasp as he entered her and began moving slowly, back and forth. Ryllae moved her hips up and down from the bed to match his motions, rubbing herself against him as she did so, panting heavier with each and every motion.
"Is this alright?" he asked as he stopped kissing her for a moment to look down into her eyes, his own deep brown eyes showing how much affection he felt for her.
Ryllae nodded as she began moving her hips faster, hoping he'd do the same. "I don't want you to ever leave me side," she confessed as their movements took her and she screamed out his name as her hips arched toward him, she grabbed him from inside as she came.
Allanon felt the tight grip as he moved and his body jerked as he joined her, breathing heavily as he began to come down. Finally, they both caught their breath and he rolled next to her.
"Stay on your back," he instructed as he finally could speak again.
Ryllae did as she was told but she wasn't sure she could move even if she'd wanted to, "What do those markings mean?" she asked, changing the subject as she turned only her head to look at him.
Allanon reached his hand up and grazed her cheek, "They are a symbol of my life signs. As I age or use my powers, they will begin to disappear. As I get closer to death, my marking will go one by one, sometimes more then one at a time depending on what level of magic I am using."
Ryllae hadn't expected such a deep answer as she swallowed and reached out to run her finger across his bare chest, "I hope to never see any of them fade away. That was more then I could have ever dreamed of. We can try again and again, if necessary," she added, changing to a lighter subject matter.
Allanon smiled, small but at least something, "We can only do what time permits us to do. I would not be opposed either, though."
"We can always find time," she replied, "I like when you called me your dear Ryllae. It felt right, somehow."
Allanon smiled more broadly at her revelation, "You are my dear Ryllae, as long as I live, I am yours," he said as he began to get up.
"Leaving already?" she asked, showing her pouty lip to him.
"Unfortunately, we have much to attend to but you must lie like that awhile longer to ensure our best chances at success," he replied, "I will see you soon."
Ryllae closed her eyes as she laid naked under her sheets and drifted into the first peaceful sleep she'd had since they day she and Amberle had been chosen.
