Terrielle, Hayll the queen's residence
The straps on his wings were pulled as he screamed. He didn't have the strength to fight this. Didn't have the fight left in him "Stop please." It was no use he knew they wouldn't.
Bones cracked and he was sure more than a few were poking through the skin. They would kill him.
"There. Those can't get any tighter unless we want the straps to remove your wings?" he directed the question to him but it was the Queen who answered.
"No leave them for now. I want his sire to recognize him."
The man nodded then started to pull on something. It took too long for Lucivar to realize what ever hr was pulling on was forcing his arms to come from the joint…
… his screaming drown out the sound of the muscles tearing or the bone popping .
Terrielle, Dhemlan
Daemon stepped out of the gate and was pleased at what he saw. Men had surrounded the building that had housed the gate and were ready to fight… they only stood down when they saw him and recognized him as not a threat.
In a cool voice Daemon spoke, "Is Surreal here?"
One of the men nodded, "At the tavern. Would you like that I get her?"
"No. until we get back she's in charge and only one of us can change that understood?"
All the men nodded in agreement.
Terrielle, Hayll the queen's residence
Anton slipped into the holding room. Lucivar was moaning from pain trying to break free of the bindings. 'Stop." He hissed.
"Have… to..." Lucivar tried once more to break the binding then sagged as his strength gave out.
"Where's the bit?"
His eyes were hard as stone. "If you think …"
"It's metal… the edge might be able to cut…" he looked around to the table and found it among other 'toys' that the bitch hadn't been able to use yet. "Got it." Then he added "Hold sill I don't want to cut you."
"Why did you come back?'
He started to rub the edge on the ropes that were tied to Lucivar's wrist. "I sent a message. Should have gotten there long before now… There."
Lucivar felt the ropes loosen but not let go. Yet… he tried to move…
"Don't… let them stay till you get some strength back."
"You don't belong to her do you?"
"The bitch…no."
Taking a breath Lucivar tried to speak. "Tell me about your wife."
"Need to get your mind off this?" when Lucivar nodded he started, "She was beautiful. Long dark hair and the most brightest golden eyes that you ever saw. She blessed me with a son a few years ago…" Anton stopped then quietly added, "I sent him to Dhemlan. He knows enough to ride the winds but… I hope he made it ok."
"I'm sure he did." He had to believe that he did because he would not believe that he would die here.
"Any ways my daughter was born a few months ago. After the Bitch decided that I would be her new consort."
"What happen to the old one?"
"He was used as you were and … um… it didn't end well." He coughed to change to subject, "When I refused… " Anton let a shiver run down his spin, "The queen and her men came to my house and drug me out. My tiger eye was no match for the red. After they tied me to the post and took the skin from my back." Now he snorted. "My wife pleaded with the queen and finally was allowed to speak to me." "To what they want." "We're married." "We can't stay married if you're dead." "She more or less ordered me to summit."
"That doesn't explain why the bitch has your wife and daughter."
He felt sick, "I wouldn't give her more then what was necessary. So they forced me to watch as they killed my father in law… and the bastards raped my wife. Then the bitch forced my wife to watch as she…" he couldn't say it… wouldn't say it.
"I'll make sure that whoever comes for me knows." Lucivar snapped his attention and went completely still. "Oh… shit."
"Prince?"
"Get me the hell out these ropes."
"I don't"
"My queen is here and the lady is not pleased." Bitter cold followed those words.
It wasn't The Queen who came into the room but the Sadist. Cold , calculating and beyond pissed. He got close enough to Lucivar to see the sweat beading up on his face. "I told you to stay at the Hall."
Cold… yes… but thankfully not in murderous rage. "I'm sorry…."
"I don't want an apology … "I want a reason not to leave you here." Daemon let his cold hard eyes settle on the warlord. "Are you helping him or responsible for this?"
Lucivar let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding, "he was trying to help me. He sent the post."
That was said a bit to fast for a warlord prince who was nearly unshakable, "Nervous Prick?" Daemon placed his hand on his brother's stomach and watched the tears swell up. In a very low voice he hissed, "You're sister is going to kill you."
"So glad that only my sister will… was worried about the Queen."
Daemon shook his head, "We'll play snip and snarl later… I don't think you …" He stopped not telling his brother exactly how bad he was … seemed like a good idea.
"The ropes on his wrist are cut but those on his wings…" Anton looked miserable.
*Sweetheart?*
*Prince?*
Shit she was cold… and the bitter chill that came back on the thread … Daemon shivered, *Lucivar needs a healer*
*that's all he better need or so help me…* the link snapped shut.
"Your queen if she remembers that her anger could kill you will be here shortly."
"Mother night."
"Everything has a price, This is yours." Daemon grinned at his brother's discomfort then leaned in close to his ear, "And next time I tell you to stay somewhere I expect your ass to do as it is told."
"Gladly." There was nothing else to say… not when he knew that every member of the first circle and every member of the family would kill him if he ever did anything like this again.
