#9
Title: Attacked
Summary: Irial finds a wounded Niall. Who hurt the Dark King? NiallxIrial.
Irial walked down the hallway that his and Niall's bedrooms were connected to. He saw Niall's door closed and knocked. There was no sound from inside. Irial twisted the door knob and took a peek inside. The bed was made and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. They were supposed to leave now, Irial thought. There was a meeting among the Dark Court leaders and it was essential for the Dark King and the former Dark King to be there. He continued down the hall and emerged into the living area. The door to the office on the other side of the room stood ajar. Irial walked to the door frame and stood. He felt a slight draft coming from the open window behind the mahogany desk. Irial walked over to close the window. He heard a faint grunt and a soft moan. Irial whipped around and saw the source of the noise was coming from a black figure laying in the corner. Irial slowly approached and kneeled down beside the long figure. He turned the body over and saw Niall, eyes closed and nose bleeding. He was unconscious and his breathing was ragged. Irial hastily picked him up in his arms and brought him over to the couch.
"Get up. Get up." Irial shook Niall awake, almost violently.
"Gnrrr..." Niall made a sound as he awoke from his groggy sleep that was unconsciousness. "What... What happened?"
"You tell me. You were the one who was lying in the corner, passed out." Irial said, his irritation spilling some relief.
"Someone... someone hit me on the head... I was able to slash their arm.. But I passed out." Niall said, putting his arm over his eyes. Irial's phone rang in his pocket.
"Are you alright now?" Irial asked.
"Yes, I'll manage for a few minutes. You might want to answer that." Niall said, controlling his breathing to help with the pain of a concussion. Irial nodded and stood just outside the doorway. He took his phone out of his pocket and hit the green button.
"What." Irial said.
"Irial, let me speak to the Dark King." The voice on the other side said. Keenan.
Irial sighed. "He was your adviser. You could use his name, you know-"
"Let me speak to him right now."
"You don't scare me, little king. Besides, Niall had a run-in with someone and is currently incapable of speaking to anyone, especially you."
"Bananach murdered three Summer guards. A witness reported the guards had no time to fight them before she snapped their necks, but she left with a gash on her arm. Get her in line, or we will start war."
"No need to do that. You know that there is no way to control the raven lady. She is Sorcha's other half." Irial said to him, for what felt like the thousandth time. But Keenan had already hung up. Irial walked back into the room where Niall lay, quickly healing.
Niall looked up. "Who-"
"Bananach. Who else would directly attack their own King?" Irial said. "She also went on a murderous rampage after you wounded her arm. She killed three of Keenan's guards. He threatened war."
Niall scoffed, "Let him do whatever he wants. But it is not the Dark Court's duty to deal with him. The only Court we can go into war with is the High Court. The kid doesn't know what he's talking about" He had me to remind him of those details, Niall added silently.
"It doesn't matter. He doesn't mean it." Irial said. "I should probably get you some ice for that head..."
"Don't. I'll heal faster since Bananach's kills added to my-and the Court's- strength. Ironic, isn't it?" Niall looked at Irial with a rueful smile.
"Quite so."
