AUTHOR: Sweetlee

STORY: A promise forgotten

RATING: PG-13

PAIRING: Bevier/Jeta (oh my god!)

Jeta watched from the doorway as Ehlana, Alean and Allies maids fussed over the heartbroken petite blond lady as she tried on her wedding dress even as she softly sobbed. A dress that had been created for the happy occasion that should have been her marriage to Berit but that was now being pressed into service for Allie forced marriage to Bevier.

Bevier's marriage to Allie... Jeta could not believe that in less than 24 hours that Allie and Bevier would be wed. She could not believe that her husband or was that now her ex husband was actually going through with this, was actually going to marry another woman.

Not wanting to see anymore Jeta turned away from the sombre fitting that was happening in the next room and walking out into the hallway she neatly ran into the man who she had been avoiding for the last two weeks since his marriage to Allie had been announced - Bevier.

"Your bride looks lovely" Jeta could not help but snipe sarcastically at him "I bet Berit would have thought so too.

Bevier looked at first as if he was going to do what he had done whenever he had seen her since their conversation after being locked in a room with her by a meddling child goddess; turn on his heels and go the other way but at the last moment he turned to face her a blank look on his handsome but weary face "I really do not wish to discuss my upcoming nuptial with you"

Eyes hardening to dark, stormy sapphires Jeta found herself saying "Yes it must be difficult discussing your upcoming bigamous marriage with your wife."

Body stiffening Bevier nearly smiled as he dropping the latest bombshell on her "You will be happy to know that it will not be a bigamous marriage as Archeprelate Dolmant has just signed the annulment papers that rend or marriage null and void."

Mouth suddenly dry as a sudden pain stabbed her through the heart she heard herself saying "On what grounds?"

"That we were forced to enter into the marriage under false duress"

"Seriously?" Jeta looked at him incredulously.

Bevier gave her a curt nod before walking away leaving her staring after him.


Brody watched in boredom as Sir Ulath and Sir Tynian discussed yet another boring transcript in front of them; he was still under close guard and was not allowed to wander around the palace by himself but (under Sparhawk's orders) be accompanied by one of the companions at all time and today's lucky baby sitters were Ulath and Tynian.

Jumping as the door behind him slammed Brody turned around to see Kalten stride in.

"It's done" The blonde Pandion announced.

"Dolmant agreed?" Tynian asked.

"What choice did he have" Kalten shrugged "Bevier refused to agree to marry Allasandra until his marriage to Jeta was dissolved and with the world's apparent fate hanging on that..." Kalten left it hanging.

Annulled.

Jeta's marriage to the handsome dark haired knight was null and void!

Brody could not help but feel a sense of elation over those words.

Jeta, his Jeta, the woman he had loved since they were both eighteen was once again free and after watching her former husband marry another woman hopefully she would be ready to move on... hopefully back into his arms.


Having been once again confined to their rooms as a banquet was being held in Bevier and Allies honour, a banquet that Jeta and Brody were most definitely Persona Non Grata at, Jeta and Brody kept giving each other quick glances even as they kept up a silent front as they ate the meal that had been delivered to them by an unsmiling Alean.

Breaking the silence Jeta crumbled the piece of bread in her hands into a million pieces as she mumbled "So Bevier told me Dolmant agreed to the annulment."

Taking a sip of water Brody nodded "I was with Tynian and Ulath when Kalten told them"

"So I guess that makes me a single woman again... where is that Beyonce mp3 when you need it huh" Jeta tried to joke.

"How do you feel about this" Brody asked tentatively.

Keeping her eyes fixed on the beaten table in front of them Jeta shrugged "Maybe it is for the best. He was never going to forgive me, he has made it perfectly clear that he hates me... maybe Allie can fix what I broke... maybe she can make him happy again."

"Maybe" Brody said doubtfully "But I don't care about him. I care about you. So how do you feel about this?"

Tears filling her eyes Jeta angrily swiped them away "Honestly? Angry. Sad. Bitter. Heartbroken. I wish I could just hate him. I wish with ever fibre in my body that I could stop loving him but... " Jeta broke off mid sentence and trying to hide the tears that were now overflowing she walked over to the window and leaning against the dirty sill she closed her eyes as she whispered "I just wanna go home"

Standing up and walking over behind her Brody placed a hand on her shoulder "Well hopefully this will all be over soon and Bhelliom will return us to the future." Brody pulled her against him as they both watched ancient Cimmura busy streets "Where we belong"


It was the night before his wedding and Bevier could not sleep as thoughts of whether or not he was doing the right thing, if he had done the right thing agreeing to the annulment of his marriage to Jeta plagued him.

Finally having had enough of tossing and turning he threw back the bed clothes and after silently dressing he left his room.

Having wandered around aimlessly he found himself walking past his and Jeta's old rooms when he saw a faint candle burning, and with one hand on his sword he pushed the door open stopping dead when he saw his wife, ex wife his mind silently reminded him, standing in front of Talen's wedding gift to them – a portrait of both of them in their wedding finery. A portrait he had not been able to look at for over two years and that he had had locked in here along with the rest of Jeta's belongings; the dresses she had left behind, the gifts he had brought her, memories from another time.

Spinning around as she heard him enter he was surprised to see that her face was tear stained; glistening in the candle light.

"Jeta" he moved towards her intending to tell her that she should not be in here, should not be wandering the palace at this time of night but instead found himself falling silent as the smell of vanilla, a smell he would always link to her reached him and he stopped dead in his tracks.

Maybe a minute past as the two ex lovers just stared at each other silently before Bevier pulled himself out of it as he noticed that she was shivering her body clad only in a thin white cotton night shirt – poor protection against the cold Cimmuran night.

"You're cold" He murmured.

"And up after curfew" She tried to throw back even as her teeth clattered.

Walking up to her he took off his heavy cloak and threw it over her shoulders settling it over her "What are you doing here, Jeta?"

"I don't know" she answered pulling the cloak tightly around her "Mourning a life past?"

"A life you didn't even want" Bevier could not help but retort even as he moved closer to her pulled by forces he did not wish to name.

Blinking back fresh tears Jeta shrugged "I would deny that, but what's the point you will never believe me"

As if against his own will Bevier found himself placing a hand caressingly on her face "I wish I could believe you." He told her "I wish I could believe you would never leave me willingly. I wish I could believe that Brody had never touched you."

Raising her face to his Jeta shrugged "It's all a moot point now ; you marry Allie tomorrow and I guess sooner or later Brody and I will be returned to our own time."

"Where you will no doubt be very happy together" Bevier gritted out.

"As will you and Allie" Jeta retorted.

"You think I want to marry Allie?" Bevier looked at her incredulously "You think I want to marry someone who is like a little sister to me? Who is in love with one of my closest friends?"

"I.." For the first time in her life Jeta's words failed her.

"While the woman I do love returns to the man who stole her from me."

"You don't love me" Jeta shook her head. "You have made that pretty clear over the last couple of weeks. All you feel for me is hate."

"All I want to feel for you is hate" Bevier corrected her "You think I like still feeling like this towards you, you who betrayed me the first moment you could, you who ran away with your lover."

Jeta stared at Bevier helplessly words not forming as he continued his tirades.

"I wish I could hate you, I wish I could forget you, I wish I still was not entranced by you"

"Bevier I" Jeta tried to find her voice even as she watched as he began to storm out the room only to turn back around suddenly and push her against a wall, cupping her face as he leaned in to kiss her with all the sorrow, betrayal and despair he had felt over the last two years as all the emotions he had tried so desperately to suppress over the last two years spilt out into an uncharacteristic act of passion.

Breaking off the kiss and shaking from emotion Jeta tried to reason with her ex husband "You marry Allie tomorrow... how can you kiss me like this now?"

"How could you kiss me, love me and then run off with Brody" he threw back at her

"I didn't" Jeta tried once more to convince him but Bevier quickly shut her up by covering her lips with his own stealing her breath as he kissed her more passionately then she had ever know, forcing her to respond to his passion with her own.

Breaking it off, breathing heavily Bevier laid his fore head against Jeta "Just tonight" he told her "tomorrow I will hate myself for this but for tonight I need you, I need to hold you just once more, to feel you in my arms just one more time."

Looking at him with sorrow in her eyes Jeta whispered "No tomorrow you will hate me, will blame me for tonight"

"So be it" Bevier told her before pulling her back into his embrace.

Jeta knew she should stop this, should walk away but with Beviers lips on her own, seducing her with what she had only dreamt about for two long years she found she did not have enough will power to tell him to stop, to walk away... so she would give him tonight and tomorrow could wait.