Terrielle, Hayll the queen's residence

Jaenelle half stormed half fluttered into the room… in one step she went from wearing leather pants that she could use for fighting and a tunic to wearing a light blue dress and a smock that she used for healing. Her sapphire eyes were locked on Lucivar, "If you had done anything to harm…" She stopped and remembered Daemon was standing there hanging on every word, "You will be dealing with him not me, Prince."

It wasn't hard to figure put that she meant the baby. He didn't care that she was pissed. Didn't care that he had to deal with his brother. In a moan that near a whine he said, "I would like to go home now."

She tsked, "Stubborn snarly male." Then to Damon, "Can you tell pap that his son wants to go home."

"You're not going to start the healing here?" The Warlord asked astonished.

She gazed at him then looked around the room… her temper growing colder as she did. Her fingers hovered above the instruments on the table, "Can one of you tell me what these are for?"

The warlord paled and Daemon snarled, "I haven't knowledge of what they are for except for the queen's pleasure." Oh he knew what they could be used for but his Queen… his innocent Queen… was not going to hear that explanation… at least not while he was in the room to discuss it with her.

"I see. Then it safe to assume that these… things… will interfere with the healing?"

Daemon nodded once.

"All the more reason for Prince Yaslana to be taken someplace more comfortable, don't you think?" Jaenelle inclined her head and waited for the warlord to answer her.

Anton paled more. He didn't want to argue but, "I don't believe the Prince will live if he is moved."

Now Jaenelle smiled, "My dear Warlord there is nothing that Prince Yaslana can do that would have him any less then he is right now…. But I appreciate your concern. That said I would like you to go with him… after all I do want a full account of what happen here…" then she pinned Lucivar, "And I do mean a full account, Prince."

"Yes lady." He sounded like a boy that was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Prince Sadi with me."

Daemon shrugged but followed her out without comment.

"They are just…"

"My father will take me to …" A sharp pain came from both the ring and from his back then his eyes rolled back as his body became limp.

Anton just stared in horror.

Daemon held the bitch by her throat. "What would like me to do to her sweetheart?"

She loved that coo… "I think I saw a stage outside…"

"A stage for the Queen's pleasure… Yes that would be more interesting." He agreed.

Saetan stepped foot into the room that held his son and hissed. Daemon had said the straps needed to be removed before Lucivar could be taken home… What his son didn't tell him was the amount of pain it would cause his brother or the amount of blood.

He would deal with him later… then again it is entirely possible that he didn't know… and the sun might shine in hell tomorrow.

Claira was tossed onto the stage with little more than a though. People were already gathered around… all looking confused… and none making so much as a sound.

Daemon Sadi strode up the steps. His black jewel hanging for all to see. And a black shield fell around the stage keeping his prey on it and everyone who might be foolish to help her… off.

Behind him was another Queen. Blond hair fell down around her shoulders in waves. A black spider silk dress clung to her as the black … black? … jewels shimmered on her dress. Her large not black but still black jewel hung from her neck. Her voice rang out over the crowd yet it was still violently soft…"You abducted a member of my court, What do you say for yourself?"

"I'm the queen here not you!"

"And I clearly outrank you…" Jaenelle paused she didn't want this… she ruled Kealeer because her family had insisted that she must in order to keep her friends safe… she suggested things that were needs in the tree territories that the family had sway over here in Terreille because they asked for her opinion… but she did not want to rule here. "As I understand it… A queen in this realm can take the territory of another Queen if she kills her… Prince Sadi is that correct?"

"I do believe that is how Dorothea came into power."

"In see… I that case…" Her voice boomed, "You abducted a member of my court… You nearly killed a member of My family… And you sought to bring war to my Territory… Your punishment is death…."

Before she could do anything to the bitch queen a woman's voice sniffled behind her, 'She's carrying his child."

Witch turned on her fast, "She's carrying who's child?" it was true she was with child but whose?

The woman braved a smile… almost triumphant… "Prince Yaslana's"

Anton stopped briefly outside the Queens manor to watch the "Show" then hurried on when he heard the whimpering hearth witch blabber on about the queen being with child… he just hoped the man in front of him wasn't listening…

Saetan paused for a moment and narrowed his eyes… If what the woman said was true … may the darkness have mercy on her and the bitch because his daughter would not… Then again she did have a wicked senses of humor when it came to her family.

Jaenelle gazed down at the hearth witch with narrowed eyes, "She's not the only one carrying a child that was not meant for her." Then to the crowd, "This territory now belongs to me as dose all that stands in it's shadow. "

Several of the men trembled but not from fear… from the fact that this queen would not tolerate mistakes. The woman however … the good lot of them started to protest bickering about their slaves or their way of life… Sneering that she wouldn't last a month as queen of this territory.

Witch took in every one of those ladies and marked them…. She didn't have time now but soon they would be nothing more than a memory.