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Warning: The story will at some point contain graphic violence, and explicit sexual content.

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You Got Me Paralyzed

Logan knew the instant he looked into Kendall's eyes something wasn't right. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something off about the blond prince's behavior. Camille said Kendall was depressed, but why? There was a twinge of guilt that maybe the memory potion had some sort of side effect on Kendall. Maybe he was still experiencing emotional attachment, even after his memory was gone. Logan rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully, maybe he was over reacting. It could just be that Kendall didn't like him… Logan felt his gut clench. That was a very real possibility. After all, he and Kendall didn't get off on the right foot the first time, why should this time be any different?

Logan grunted in anger and kicked a rock in the dirt path that led into the city. The sun was lowering in the sky from its highest spot. A cool breeze blew, ruffling his dark hair. He squinted his eyes, fixing them on the gate that led into Owncrest. The walk from the castle had only taken a few minutes. Quite frankly, it took him longer to get out of the palace grounds than to get back home. His walk led him past the family-owned shops and business was bustling. His steps came to an abrupt halt when two small children ran in front of him, a little girl running away squealing from a little boy chasing her with a frog in his hands. He smiled and shook his head, making a beeline for the blacksmith shop.

After passing several other business and homes, he approached the familiar shop. In front the shop was located with the workshop in the back. Even in the brisk autumn air, the front door had been propped open to allow a proper air flow. Various weapons were hung on the wall with care, and delicate jewelry was displayed in casings surrounding the tiny shop. There was a doorway that led into the noisy smithy in the right back corner. On the left side, next to the counter was a set of small stairs leading up to the living quarters. Logan stepped in and saw a familiar woman facing away from him, cleaning the counter. Not making any noise, he snuck up behind her and rested his head on her shoulder. The woman cried out in surprise and jumped, turning to face him. Her face softened when she recognized him.

"Don't scare me like that!" The woman hit Logan on the shoulder with the rag she had been cleaning with, before tossing it over her shoulder.

"Sorry, Kelly," Logan laughed lightly, pulling her in for a hug, only to be stopped part way by the large bump that was her belly. He stepped back and put a soft hand on her stomach.

"And how are you and Gustavo Jr. doing today?"

She rolled her dark eyes, "I will not be naming my child that. As much as I love the man, I don't want my child to be teased for the rest of his or her life."

Logan let out a hearty laugh, and looked at her belly with a large grin once more. She was about seven months along now, and she was positively glowing at the prospect of the first child that was truly her own. It was clear she loved James, but Logan figured having a child that was completely yours was something special. Even though Gustavo and Kelly had only adopted James all those years ago, they might as well have adopted Logan and Carlos as well, due to the amount of time they all spent together. Kelly always treated the three of them like her own. Gustavo had trained them hard, and made them study more than the local schoolteacher did.

"Gustavo back yet?"

"I'm expecting him sometime tonight…You want to tell me why you boys felt the need to send my husband away so soon after I hadn't seen the three of you for so long?"

Logan shifted his weight nervously. Kelly knew that the three of them were wizards, and that they were in the Brotherhood. Hell, Gustavo was the one who trained them in magic and inducted them into the Brotherhood in the first place. She remained blissfully unaware, however, of their involvement in the royal kidnapping.

"No, not really," he grinned sheepishly. Kelly sighed, placing her hands behind to rest on the counter and leaned back.

"Is James in, then?"

She nodded, "He's in the back. Carlos is out picking up some things for me at the market," her face shifted to one of concern, "Could you talk to James for me? He's been – I don't know… sullen since the three of you got back from your trip. Maybe you can get something out of him. Spirits know, I can't."

Logan nodded, giving her a quick peck on the cheek, before making his way to the backroom. The heat from the furnace immediately hit him. Thankfully, the smithy opened up into the alley behind the shop, which allowed most of the heat to escape into the open air of the streets. He saw James working furiously on a broadsword, hammering it into shape over the iron. James wore his traditional dark leather pants, but had removed his shirt while working. His Brotherhood tattoo showing proudly on his chest. Sweat dripped from his hair down his face, his muscles shown with sweat as they tightened at the manual labor.

Finally, James looked up from his work and smiled. Quickly, he dipped the red hot glowing sword in the bucket next to him filled with water, and it hissed filling the air with steam around it. Then the tall brunette grabbed his loose shirt, throwing it over his head, and approaches Logan.

"Looking sharp, buddy," James said with a crooked smile examining Logan's attire. Logan returned the friendly smile and leaned against the wall.

"I don't think we should have let Gustavo deliver the gold by himself," Logan ran his hand through his hair nervously, and James merely shrugged in response.

"We were too busy keeping a low profile. Soldiers have been scouring the kingdom for three young men, fitting our descriptions. Gustavo can deliver the gold to all the towns that need it, without raising suspicions."

"You've said as much," Logan sighed heavily.

"Where have you been looking so fancy?" James said quickly shifting the topic away from his adoptive father. Logan hesitated for a moment.

"Had lunch at the palace," Logan took note of the change in James' happy demeanor before continuing, "Camille wanted me to meet Kendall and Katie."

James stepped back, his shoulders lowering. His eyes looked away, and he blinked quickly, "Oh," he whispered.

Logan bit his lip and kept silent. James looked back at him meekly, "How was it?"

"It was… interesting," Logan wasn't sure how else to describe the strange encounter.

"Interesting?"

"Yeah," Logan furrowed his brow thinking hard on the experience, "Kendall seemed – I don't know. Camille said he's been depressed."

"What?" James looked heartbroken as sadness filled his eyes, "Any idea why?"

"Not a clue, the princess seems to think he's lonely," Logan said. Suddenly, he realized something. The way the Princess had been talking had made Kendall on edge. But why? She was only trying to set him up with someone… Something wasn't right. Fortunately, James didn't notice the change on his face, as James was currently trying to drown himself in his own self-loathing.

"Aw man, James, I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine. I just… I don't like the idea of him being miserable, and I can't do anything about it."

"Who says you can't?" James turned to give Logan a warning glance, and Logan threw his hands up defensively. He should have known better than to say anything, "Hey, just saying!" James simply rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. "Listen," Logan said, "I'll swing back by later. I've got some work I need to do at the library."

"Whatever. See you," James stepped forward and gave Logan a quick embrace. Logan smiled encouragingly at his best friend. When he left through the shop, he said goodbye to Kelly, and stepped out into the busy streets of the city. With purpose he proceeded to the center of the city where the library stood, tall and ivory. He had a lot of research to do.

Logan had a hunch that something was off about his friend the prince, and he was going to start by looking into the history of the royal family and its connection with magic.

Kendall stood straight in the courtyard of the palace with a target placed several meters away. He lifted the bow and pulled the string taut with the arrow aimed straight for the target. He stretched across his chest, exhaled and the arrow flew fast. With a loud thwap the arrow hit the center of the target. He had been practicing all morning, trying to push the thoughts of the previous day's lunch out of his head. He knew Katie had only been trying to help, but it made him angry. It had been difficult enough to see Logan again and not think about James without Katie's meddling. Thankfully, the palace was large enough he had managed to avoid Katie and Camille since yesterday.

The thought had occurred that James could very well be in the city with Logan, but what was he going to do? Put up signs all over the city Prince seeking sexy brunette, remember you kidnapped me for two months? He shook his head. That clearly wasn't going to work. Also, it wasn't as if he could just roam about the city looking for James. Thousands of people lived in Owncrest, not to mention the King had been keeping a close eye on Kendall since his return home. If the King wasn't around, then Kendall was followed almost constantly by Palace guards when he wasn't in his room.

"Well done, son," Kendall turned his head sharply to see his father approaching him. The King was accompanied by Wizard Bitters as well as Captain Tollus, "Your archery skills have significantly improved!"

"Thank-you," Kendall muttered in response.

"I suppose all those lessons finally paid off."

"Father, I haven't had an archery instructor in over a year," Kendall spat out quietly. He could see the Wizard and Captain exchange awkward glances at the King's comment.

"Oh," his father tilted his head in confusion, "… then, where is this new skill coming from?"

"I dunno… practice," Kendall mumbled as he retrieved another arrow from the quiver on the ground, and held it in place, before shooting it off at the target. The arrow struck right beside the first.

"Excellent," King Griffin chimed happily, "well done Kendall! Well done!"

Kendall was starting to become annoyed. Couldn't people just leave him well enough alone to wallow in his own depression?

"Did you need something Father?"

"As a matter of fact," the King stepped closer to Kendall, "I did. Your sister and Miss Camille are quite worried about you. I was thinking of something that could take your mind off this dark mood you've been in lately. I've asked Captain Tollus to accompany you with a few guards into the city. I plan on hosting Duke Stetson and his court at the palace until the winter solstice. They will be here in a week, and I plan on having a party of sorts to welcome them."

Kendall let out an annoyed whine, "Jett's coming here?"

"Now, now Kendall. You will behave in the manner befitting a Prince, and the future High King. Besides, you haven't seen him in years. He can't possibly be the same spoiled child he used to be."

The blond rolled his eyes. Not likely. The Duke was a few years older than the Prince. When they were children, Jett had always acted annoyed that Kendall didn't take full advantage of being Prince as he put it. Jett loved being the center of attention, and when he wasn't, his mother the Dutchess of Tenebrae in the eastern territory of the Kingdom made sure her precious baby got all the love and attention he deserved. Then when his mother died, Jett took the title Duke of Tenebrae, and apparently had given lots of attention in his bedchamber ever since from anyone who was lucky enough.

"I'm sure," Kendall snipped before picking up another arrow to fire at the target. The whole idea was to maintain peace with Tenebrae since they were the ones that had been threatening an uprising since his mother died. His father, as King Consort, wanted to maintain good relations. Kendall sighed. He couldn't really blame his father for that.

"Anyway, I need you to go into town to place an order with the city's blacksmith, or his apprentice rather. Word is the young man has quite a gift for crafting fine swords. I want to present it to the Duke at a party in one week as a token of friendship," his father held out a scroll, Kendall took it after sighing in exasperation, "Take that to the apprentice. It has the specifications, and here," the King handed over a small satchel. Kendall placed his bow on the ground, tucked the scroll under his arm, and opened the small leather satchel. Inside, were fine jewels sparkling in the bright light. He continued, "He will need those. I want them embedded in the hilt."

Kendall nodded finally agreeing. His tied the satchel to his belt, and forced a small smile.

"That's the spirit, Kendall! Captain, take good care of my son!"

The Captain straightened then bowed regally, "Your majesty!" With that, King Griffin turned on his heel and headed back into the palace with Wizard Bitters following close behind him. Kendall looked to the Captain of the guard with his fine trimed beard and professional uniform. Two other guards appeared at his side, and the Captain spoke, "Are you ready, your highness?"

"Why not?" Kendall shrugged, "Not like I have anything better to do…"

The sound of a book hitting the ground somewhere in the library caused Logan to jump. He looked around in a confused daze, and realized he must have fallen asleep. In a groggy haze, he rubbed his eyes, and looked out the window. Damn he thought. He had slept straight through to morning. He had been so wrapped up in doing research, he had completely disregarded his physical need for sleep.

Logan rolled his neck, trying to work out the kinks, and wiped away a dry trail of drool on his chin. He was thankful no one came by to disturb him. The man who ran the library practically gave him free rein. So, when Logan said he needed to research something very important, the librarian didn't question him. The dark haired youth stared down at the book propped open on the table in front of him: History and Records of the Royal Knights Volume I. The book was several, several inches thick, and he had only just reached the era of the second age. In which, High Queen Elaina Knight was crowned leader of Talloman at the age of twenty-three.

Logan inhaled deeply, then exhaled puffing his cheeks out. He had a long way to go before he found answers. So, he focused his eyes on the page before him, ignoring the loud grumble of protest from his stomach.

..and so Elaina Knight was crowned High Queen of Talloman upon the death of her father, Charles Knight. During the first year of her rein there was peace and prosperity throughout the kingdom. In the fall, following her coronation, High Queen Elaina took Grand Wizard Spera as her husband, after forming the Brotherhood of Talloman relief that would forever serve the needs of the citizens, in support of the crown. The following spring, the royal couple found they were expecting a child. There was a celebration held across the land when the news was spread.

Unfortunately, when the time came for the High Queen to deliver her child, there were complications. Wizard Spera's magic was not enough to save his wife and child. The High Queen had no living blood relations, and the Knight bloodline was thus extinguished. The Ancients came to the Palace of Talloman to correct the bloodline ending. The Ancients used a powerful magic to revive the still born son of High Queen Elaina.

Wizard Spera feared for the safety of his son. He feared that should anything happen to him, that there were those who would seek to control his infant son with magic or to corrupt his mind to their will. Spera bargained with the Ancients. In exchange for his magic, they would forever protect those in the Knight blood-line from manipulative or controlling magic. It was from that day forward, no dominative magic could be effective against those in the Knight bloodline.

King Spera, as he was called after his magic was lost, took control of the throne until his son became of age…

Logan's eyes grew wide with realization. He felt his heart begin to race. Quickly, he bookmarked the page with the ribbon attached at the top, and tucked the book beneath his jumped from his seat, and ran for the exit of the library knowing he had to go the blacksmith shop with intense determination. James needed to know Kendall remembered.

Kendall stepped into the blacksmith's shop with Captain Tollus close behind him. They had told the guards that accompanied them to wait by the carriage. The prince wasn't sure why they had even bothered with the carriage. It took far too long to hook up the horses. In the time spent preparing to leave, they could have walked to the city in less time. The shop was small, but had several glamorous weapons on display. Apparently, the apprentice at this shop was somewhat of a legend in the city as well as across the kingdom. The Captain had proudly showed off his sword to the Prince on the trip into the city, crafted by the mysterious young man. The Prince was mildly intrigued, but not incredibly.

Upon entering the shop, Kendall spied a woman behind the counter. She had dark skin, ebony hair, and warm brown eyes.

"Oh! Your highness," she scurried from behind the counter, and Kendall's eyes caught the sight of her pregnant belly. The woman lowered herself to her knees in a deep curtsy of respect, and he smiled warmly at her.

"Thank you, madam, but please stand," Kendall said softly. He saw her face peer up at him, and she struggled, looking rather sheepish.

"I would your highness, but I seem to be having some trouble!"

Indeed, Kendall saw she had trouble rising to her feet, as her stomach was throwing her off balance. The Prince quickly stepped forward and offered her a hand to help her up. Captain Tollus, also, aided in helping the woman to her feet. The woman blushed, and thanked the men softly.

"Thank you, Prince Kendall! I'm still getting used to being this big. My first time being pregnant," she placed a hand on her belly and rubbed if affectionately. Kendall couldn't stop the smile from crossing his face.

"Congratulations, Miss—"

"Oh, Kelly Rocque. My husband is the blacksmith. I run the business end of things here in the shop."

"I see," Kendall said letting his eyes examine the shop once more, "I'm actually here on an errand from my father. I was hoping to speak with the apprentice?"

"Yes, our son. He's quite skilled."

"Your son?" Kendall raised an eyebrow inquisitively, "I thought this was your first child?" He gestured to her pregnant belly.

"Well, we adopted James when he was just a boy. This," her eyes darted downward, "will be our first child together."

Kendall stiffened at the name. James? No, it's just a coincidence. He clenched his jaw, but smiled at the woman before him and nodded. Kelly turned quickly and went to an open back door. Through the doorway, Kendall could tell it led into the smithy workshop. He saw Kelly say something and wave someone, presumably her son, to come into the shop, before stepping back to the Prince and Captain. Soon, the young apprentice appeared. He wore dark leather pants and a tight vest. He was tall, brunette, and heat from the fire in the workshop had caused sweat to trail down his muscled arms. The young man ran a hand through his dark hair, but stopped halfway when he laid eyes on the prince, the apprentice paralyzed in surprise. Kendall froze, too, when he saw the man's face. A familiar feeling of warm happiness washed over him.

"James?"

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