Daemon's breathing had changed in the moments after Jaenelle had come back from the abyss. It was enough for her to turn her attention away from her brother and Payton and look once more at her husband in a way only she could.

What had she done? She thought she could talk to him and tell him… she thought he would listen … she thought… it didn't matter what she thought. Nothing mattered now. Daemon was gone.

Tears streaked down Jaenelle's face. She had tried … and failed. There was nothing left of Daemon now. She had felt him dive into the abyss. Felt him go deeper than his own strength. And felt him disappear into the darkness. No the only thing that was left now was his body – an empty shell – and it was her fault.

She knew the moment that she conceived. She should have told him. She shouldn't have waited. It wouldn't have taken much only "Daemon, I'm with child." Four words. That would have been it. Her family would have surrounded her. As would her former first circle and that witch… that … that piece of evil wouldn't have gotten near her. Daemon wouldn't have been hurt…

The tears wouldn't stop now. She wasn't even sure if she wanted them too.

Lucivar slowly glided up behind her despite Payton still holding her. "Cat?"

She turned slowly just realizing someone was holding her and patting her shaggy hair down. In a horse whisper one filled with pain and despair she said, "He's gone."

The powerful scent of rage filled the room. Dark unrelenting rage.

"He's gone and it's my fault."

Payton pulled her closer, then in a strong voice he forced himself to speak, "Prince, this is still a healing house."

No words were spoken beyond that. Lucivar passed threw the second story wall and disappeared into the sky. His pain was too raw for words and as an eyrien he only knew how to handle that pain by inflicting it onto someone else.

Jaenelle sniffled, "Someone sh-should go after him."

Payton looked out the window. And shook his head, "Sweetheart, Let him have this time."

He sighed looking at his brother's body. He had only just found his brother he didn't want to let go not yet. "Lady why don't you go sit with the others for a bit. Perhaps your senses are still a bit tangled."

She pulled back enough to look into his grief filled eyes. He wasn't rejecting her but he didn't want her there either.

Jaenelle sniffled as she left the room. Lucivar was beyond pissed and would do something so incredibly stupid and male he would get hurt… this to would be her fault. She pushed the thought aside as she took a step into Shira's parlor. Her eyes locked with Gabrielle. Her bottom lip began to tremble as the pain and grief rolled off her. No words were needed. Not now.

It was some hours later when Gray gently raped on the parlor's door. None of the males – neither those who came from Kealeer nor those who were from Terrielle – had wanted to get anywhere near that room. Not with weepy, teary eyes females and most of them being Queens and a few even being black widows. And all with hair tempers. Oh no any sane man would stand clear of that room.

Clearing is throat and not taking a single step past the door frame Gray spoke as softly as he could, "Lady?"

Jaenelle looked up as did most of the queens in the room. It was Witch's blood shot eyes that locked with the male who disturbed her. Still in her midnight voice she spoke, "What is it Prince?"

Slowly he continued, "Prince Yaslana has returned."

Hope filled her. "In one piece?" she could only hope.

He ignored the question. There was no need to distress her any more then she already was. And there defiantly was no need to tell her that he look as he just fought several scores of the hated race of Jhinka –Which he had – oh no there was no need to tell her that. "The Prince has asked for me to relay to you that all those who belong to Kaeleer are to go to the Keep." Lucivar's actual words had been said in deadly clarity, "Tell her that she and the rest of the queens and First circle males are to report to the Keep… Now." there was nothing that would have him repeating those words. Nor that tone to any Queen especially one that was so clearly lost in grief and pain.

"All?" her lip began to tremble again. Daemon, his empty shell of a body wouldn't survive being moved. Not now. Her only link to him. Softly she whispered, "Daemon…"

"We'll see that he is moved with care." As Gray spoke he knelt down before her. There was only one other Queen he would kneel down before and this one needed to know she had at least one male that she could trust.

She couldn't form words any longer. Daemon was already lost to her. She knew Lucivar knew it and felt it. She only could wonder now what the High Lord; The Dark Priest hadn't reacted to the news yet. Then again maybe he had she just didn't know it.

Daemon was laid in the Consorts room. His breathing was jagged at best. Several of his flesh wounds had reopened to reveal rot and oozing puss. His body was letting go and without his Self to be sung back to it and give it strength the healers knew there was no hope. Daemon was dying and nothing not even a faint whisper in the darkness would remain.

Both first circles piled into the large receiving room that had been opened for them. Saetan stood off in one corner lost in his own dark thoughts. Shards of ice crystallized around him.

Lucivar stood at the other side of the room staring out of the large window. His dark shoulder length hair had started coming loose from the leather strap that usually held it in place. While his wings kept going from being tightly pressed to his sides to unfurling just enough to look as he were about to take flight. All the while burning rage poured off him in deadly waves.

After sometime sitting in the deathly silence Jaenelle brought herself to speak. Calmly she directed her question to her brother- or rather her first escort. "Why are we here, Prince?"

To call him anything else at the moment just seemed wrong. She just hoped her voice didn't sound snappy or otherwise disrespectful.

He turned slightly and opened his mouth to speak then shut it in an effort to leash at least some of his temper. Then he began again still he couldn't hide the growl from his voice. "Lorn said bring you." He paused once again turning away from her then he mumbled, "Anything else I suggest you ask him."