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Title: Love is a Funny thing
Pairings: Cara/Kahlan
Summary: Read and find out.
Author's Note: This is my first LOTS fanfiction, so if it sucks, I apologize
Chapter Twelve: If Today Was Your Last Day
~Cara's POV
I know they all think I've gone insane, because I'm not trying to talk my way out of what is going to happen. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Maybe I should talk to Kahlan and explain to her what happened, and then maybe she would just sentence me to life in the dungeon. No, I can't, this is the way things have to be. I know something is going to backfire; it always does when something seems easy. What it is though, I don't know. "Mistress Cara," turning toward the door I see Rikka standing there. "The Mother Confessor would like a word," she says stepping aside to show Kahlan standing behind her. Standing before me is the most beautiful women I have ever seen, standing there in her reddish brown traveling outfit. "I'll be right out," she says turning to Kahlan before turning to look back at me. "Making sure no one enters," she says to me nodding.
"Mother Confessor, you are gorgeous," I say coming up to the bars to meet her. Her arms snake through the bars and around my body as much as they can, I do the same. My hands run through her long locks, relishing in the feel of her hair between my fingers. I love Kahlan's hair, if there is one part of her that I love more than her eyes, it would be her long dark hair. "I miss you Kahlan," I say into her ear.
Her lips connect with mine through the bars in a kiss that has all of her emotions poured into it. Her anger at me for doing what I did. Her sadness is what she knows she has to do. And her love for me, which has to be her strongest emotion, which is why her confessor power doesn't work on me, and it is also why I know that I am going to be safe when we put on this show for Aydindril. Kahlan may not understand why I'm doing this, and why she must go through with it, but in the end she will. When her people respect her more she will understand why I did this. "Cara," she says my name leaning her forehead against mine, kind of. "Do something for me," she adds.
"Anything Kahlan," I say closing my eyes, burning the image of her in my mind, so when I am on display in front of all of Aydindril I'll be able to picture her perfect features.
"Run away with me," she says. My eyes shoot open and stare into her blue ones. "I'm serious," I back away from her. I'm looking at her, and before me is not Kahlan the Mother Confessor, no it's Kahlan the women who is being asked to kill the person she loves, something she will not be able to do, yet it is something she has to do. She knows it and so do I. "Cara, please," her voice is pleading. The thing about Kahlan, she always puts her love first, and that is what has caused her people to question her. Especially when it comes to me. She needs to be able to show that no matter whom the person is they need to answer to the Mother Confessor and the Law of Aydindril. "Don't make me do this," I want nothing more than to bring Kahlan into my arms and tell her not to worry that everything is going to be okay. But I don't, and it's not because I don't want to, it's because of the bars separating us. For the first time since being locked in here, I wish I wasn't. "I can't live in a world without you in it," she says sadly, looking down at the floor.
"Kahlan," I say stepping as close to the bars as I can get and wrapping my arms around her as far as possible. "You will never have to live in a world without me, I don't plan on going anywhere," I say cupping her cheek and making her look at me. "You don't confess me when we make love," I say simply. "Why should now be any different," I explained. She looks into me, tears threatening to spill over her eyes. "Trust me, our love with protect me," I say leaning in and kissing the tip of her nose. "Now, go," I say backing away. "There are things you must get ready for," I say turning away from her.
"I love you," she says quietly.
"I love you too," I say but when I turn around she's gone.
"You're not going to tell her?" I hear Rikka's voice as she approaches the door. I turn slightly and out of the corner of my eye I see her standing there, looking through the bars, looking at me. "Mistress Cara, the Mother Confessor deserves to know what you plan," she says looking at me, questioning me.
"No, she doesn't," I say turning and looking at her fully. Standing before her in my full Mord'Sith armor, I asked her to bring her it too me, saying it is only proper. "She mustn't know what is about to happen," I say stepping to her. "The Wizard promised not to tell and you must do the same," I pause. "This needs to be done."
"You keep saying that Mistress, but I do not believe it," she explains. I turn to look at her, sternly, daring her to question my authority. "I apologize," she says backing away from the door. "I do not mean any disrespect, but I do know that if the Mother Confessor discovers your plans, she will not easily forgive," she says stepping closer. "Maybe you should call the wizard off," she says finally.
"No," I say stepping towards the door causing her to step back. Even without my agiels she fears me, and that is how it should be. "We cannot show a weakness in the Mother Confessor." She cocks her head to the side in confusion. "If the people of Aydindril see that she is unable to confess me they will begin to wonder whether she can confess anyone, and we cannot have the people of Aydindril question her," I pause. "Remember when people question Darken Rahl, remember what was done," I say staring at her.
"War was declared," she says.
"Kahlan will not declare war," I say. "She has seen too much of it to declare it and bring war to the people of Aydindril once again," I explained remember words Kahlan spoke to me in the privacy of our bedroom. When she told me that she would never again bring Aydindril the heartache of war, and the problems that arose from them, never have I uttered those words to anyone, and I will never.
"She will if it is needed," Rikka says with conviction.
"No she will not," I say turning away from her. "She would sooner run away from Aydindril and her title and let her sister take the title of Mother Confessor, than bring war upon them," I say, once again remembering. "That," I say pointing at her. "Is why this needs to be done, so that the people see that she isn't weak! That she can do what needs to be done! And then they will once again follow her without question!" I lower my voice. "That is all that matters."
"Yes Mistress," she says standing there, placing her hands behind her back. "But still," she says once again. "Have the Wizard come how change your essence so that the confessor power won't recognize you, you will be confessed," she explains. "Are you really willing to die for the Mother Confessor?"
I turn and look at her. "Yes," I say without hesitation.
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They're coming for me. I can hear their boots on the floor. I know this isn't going to be easy for them. I am someone that they have come to follow, trust, and maybe even like. And now, because I did something that no one else was brave enough to do, they are forced to walk me to my death. Well, Hopefully my death, Zedd is still working on the spell. Last time I talked to him he said he was just about done and that I shouldn't worry, that he would have everything working when my confession came.
"Mis...Cara Mason, we're here to take you to your confession," the guard says holding off on the Mistress part of my title, showing me no signs of respect not because they want to because I had asked them too. I know it may seem like nothing, but to them I feel like it would be easier for them to bring me to my death.
I came here as nothing more than a Mord'Sith. Someone the people of Aydindril hated, they didn't trust me, they didn't like me, but they all put up with me because of Kahlan. And soon they got to know me and found out that all the stories they heard about us were false, that everything we did we didn't do because we wanted to, we did because we were ordered. Just like they are ordered in their own army. Yet there is one thing that we cannot change, and that is the way we are made, but then again, we were made to protect the Lord Rahl, just like they were appointed to protect the Mother Confessor. The army of Aydindril began to realize that we had more in common than they might have thought, and because of that we created a relationship.
I stand in front of the door as they unlock it. I stand with my head held high and my hands behind my back. Everything for me is going to end today, but that doesn't mean I can't go out with pride.
The moon is shinning down on our campsite; I always tell them that we should find a place where the tree cover the moon from shinning down. I mean do you have any idea how hard it is to sleep with the moon shinning in her face? Prolly not so I'll just tell you...it's hard. Rolling over I see Kahlan laying with her back to me and he campfire, which is the way she normally sleeps. Richard is somewhere in the woods, he ended up with first watch tonight, I told them I would do it, but he said no that I needed my sleep. I thought I was hiding my tiredness better, but I guess I was wrong. Yet I still cannot sleep. Instead I am laying here, looking at Kahlan across the fire. I don't know what it is about her lately but I can't seem to get her out of my mind. I've been noticing things about her lately, things that I shouldn't be noticing.
For instance I've been noticing the way she glances at me when she thinks I'm not looking. The way she smiles at Richard and how that smile no longer reaches her eyes like it used to. She has been making herself distant from him for the past few days as we travel to Aydindril. He wasn't happy when she asked him not to stay in Aydindril, that his rightful place was in D'Hara and once again he said no, but somehow she convinced him that he needed to, and ever since then things have been weird between the three of us. Kahlan has been hanging around me more, and we have become closer, and because of that I don't know if I'm going to be able to leave her behind in Aydindril and leave with Richard for D'Hara. I don't know what these feelings are, and I don't like having them, yet she is causing them in me more and more. When she subtly touches my arm when she passes me when were walking. When she gets close to me to whisper something in my ear when joking around with Richard, and most of all, when she watches me when I sleep, or pretend to sleep.
She doesn't know that last part and I doubt she ever will.
The sun from the afternoon warmed my face as I stepped outside. There has to be hundreds of people out in the square. I can't say that I am surprised. I mean they are coming out to see a Mord'Sith killed by their Mother Confessor, and not just any Mord'Sith, the one she loves. They have been itching to kill a Mord'Sith ever since we came and took a bunch of girls from here. But Kahlan would never let them touch us, but now they've all come out to watch me die. "How do you plea Cara Mason?" Kahlan says stepping out from the shadows. I can feel the ropes as they tie me to the ground so that I can't attack her, not like I would.
The sun is shining down onto Kahlan's face and I can't help the smile that crosses my face.
"Cara, come on, don't be like this," Kahlan says to me as she throws on her confessor's dress. We had been awoken early due to the alarm sounding throughout Aydindril. "The Home Guard will handle it, why don't you," she comes up to where I am standing on the balcony. "Come back to bed with me," she says leaning in and kissing my neck. Turning around I take a look at her face, the way the sun reflects in her blue eyes, and the way her blue eyes look at me. I reach up and brush some of the hair out of her face.
"Kahlan," I lean in and kiss her softly. "You're beautiful," I have both my hand on either side of her head and my fingers are tangled in her hair. "As much as I would love to go back to bed with you, and trust me I so want to," I say turning back around and out over the city. "But you put me in charge," looking over my shoulder I catch her eye. "How can I send your men into battle without going with them when I am they're leader, what kind of leader is that?" I ask moving away from her.
"Guilty," I say smirking up at her remember her in the sunlight that was coming through the window that morning. The way she looked wrapped in our bed sheets after a night of love making. I have never known anyone like her, and I know I would have been nothing if I would have went with Richard to D'Hara. D'Hara may have been where I was born, but it was never my home.
I was never home until I met Kahlan.
And came to Aydindril.
"Your punishment," she says stopping to swallow some of her tears that I know are rising in her chest. "Is death, by confession," she says reaching up and wrapping her hand around my neck. It tightens slightly. I close my eyes. "No," she whispers so only I can hear. "I want to see you," she says and I open my eyes. "I love you," she says and that's when I feel her power surging up through her hand and into my neck. My eyes never move from hers and hers never move from mine.
This moment.
Looking into her eyes now.
I know she was always the one.
That would show me who I am.
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Author's Note: Hey all, I know it has been a long time and I apologize. I have been extremely busy, I'll try to not let it happen again.
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