It felt like days that he had been in this dreamscape still he didn't want to leave. For being 1700 years old he was having fun climbing all over Draca – even if he knew she was in fact very much awake in the Keep and very much in human form. Still it was exciting lying between her wings that rested at a point on her back. And it was fun sliding down her spine to the tip of her tail. This was something that had been an accident the first time but since the large dragon hadn't minded and in fact encouraged him to find things to fascinate him for the moment – it had turned into a game.

Abruptly Draca spoke," You need to wake now."

He almost wined playfully but her tone warned not to. Choosing a different battle ground he asked, "Will I be coming back here?"

She gave a snort with it a huff of hot air flowed from her nostrils. "Yess. You will come back here. My work iss not yet complete."

"So why must I wake?"

"The children worry."

The children? Did that mean Jaenelle's first circle or the child/children that she was carrying? Best not to ask that question. "How long must I wake?"

Her large dark eyes held remorse and a hint of grief. "It will be painful."

He winced. He had hoped she would say something a little more comforting like "your body is healing." Or "you will be numb." Something.

Choosing his battle ground carefully he asked, " Will you show me how to wake?"

Her tail coiled around him in an almost comforting hug, " Follow the tether."

He blew out a bit of air, "Do I come back the same way?"

Another snort this time with a bit of annoyed amusement, "Yess."

He felt the pain and himself slamming into his inner web at the same time. His body felt like it was on fire at the same time his gut had a knife wrenching pain all its own. And he wasn't even trying to get his mind working well enough to identify the pain that throbbed between his legs. Oh no the fact that his lung burned with every breath and that he couldn't scream out from the pain since his throat seemed to have lava being poured down it, was more than he could bare.

Forcing himself to remain calm he opened his eyes the best he could. He was alone. Damn everyone to the bowels or Hell. What kind of healer would leave a man alone in his condition? Well he intended to take that up with someone just as soon as he could take that up with some one.

It was then the door that led to Jaenelle's sitting room opened and a dark haired woman entered. She was blurry and his eyes couldn't quite focus on her but she was in the room and all too quickly coming up to him.

*Ranon*

He felt the frantic call coming from his beloved Shira. The fact she was frantic had him a breath away from the killing edge. *Shira what's wrong?* she was looking after Daemon so there shouldn't be anything wrong to panic her. Then again…

*Get Prince Yaslana and … and the Queen.* she paused for a moment then snapped * And the damn healers.*

*Shira?*

*Damn it Prince move your ass.*

The thread closed and he hissed knowing if he pressed too hard he would be dead. "Prince Yaslana you need to get to …" damn it he didn't know where to send … yes he did … "Prince Sadi's room."

Lucivar snapped to attention, "Just me?"

"No you, the Queen and all the Healers that are here."

Gabrielle and Karla exchanged a puzzled yet all to knowing look. With Karla's nod Gabrielle darted from the room taking the quickest route to Daemon's room. Which for her was air walking a flight of stairs only she could see right up to his balcony and through the glass door.

Lucivar grabbed Karla by her middle before she could protest or snarl she was air bound and had her lunged into the room as well.

Jaenelle paused just before she bolted from the sitting room, "Prince Chaosti It would be helpful to have Lady Marian and possibly either Silvia or Tersa here." She hoped they could be some kind of restraint on both the High Lord and Lucivar. Mother night how she hoped.

Chaosti took the moment to see that the High Lord has snuck out during the commotion. A wicked grin formed on his face, "Of course Cousin."

Cousin not Lady told he was willing to forgive her it also meant something else… he was planning on fussing.

Hiding a grin that seemed out of place Jaenelle bolted from the room in a more of a waddle then a run but it didn't matter. No the only thing that mattered was getting to Daemon… and quickly.

Gabrielle stopped short as she entered the room. Both Lucivar and Karla were right behind her only by a breath. She nearly gasped in surprise as she saw Shira trying to calm Daemon and wrap several layers or spells around him at the same time as trying to remain calm herself.

All too quickly she glided over to the bed. In one step she had called in her overhauls and a long white apron she used for healing. It had enough pockets to hold any flask or tools that she might need as well as gave her the freedom to move around with out needing to hike up her court dress or ruin anything else she might have on.

With a hiss she snapped, "When did he wake?" how did he wake? Is what she would love to know but right now getting him calm and tucked into a sleep web that she could control took priority.

It was then Karla was none too gently guided into the room. Lucivar right behind her and fighting hard to step away from the killing edge.

Shira looked up though her eyes were clearly unfocused on anything other than the male who was in despite need of healing and then an even more subtle smack upside the head for needing this much healing to start with. "Only a moment ago."

Karla limped over and softly brought her hand down around Daemon's jaw. He was calm – or as calm as one could be when faced with unbearable pain - and his eyes were just barely flickering open in an attempt to stay awake. She didn't look behind her to see what Lucivar – The prick – was doing. Oh no she just gave an order knowing he would obey because it would be Daemon who paid the price if he didn't. "Prince Yaslana, Start a warm bath for him."

In a more sisterly tone she whispered, "You must love getting everyone all riled up."

It wasn't until Daemon was up to his chin in warm mentholated water that Jaenelle had gotten to the room. Although she could have gotten there faster if she hadn't been worried if she would be wanted in that room or not.

Softly she tapped on the door just as she heard Daemon gasping out what he was trying – had been trying – to say. " Jae… ne… lle…" it took him three short jagged breaths to say it.

All too quickly she bounced into the room and was kneeling down by the large tub that could accommodate even Lucivar's wing span if it needed. Babbling as joy filled tears raced down her cheek she spoke, "I'm here. Right here Daemon."

It would cost him to speak what he needed but he would. It wasn't entirely her fault he knew this but damn it she should have told him the very second she knew about the possibility of a child and then he would have meet with the bitch and probably would have killed her just because his wife was with child and she was taking time away from his fussing. Taking as deep of a breath as he could and feeling the bones in his chest move in and out of place as he did he tried to speak, " St..ay… d…nt… le…ve. W… out …es…co…rt."

He was fussing… well not exactly but it was a clear indication that he had forgiven her – or was trying too. She wiped her tears and spoke again in more of a ramble, 'I will. I'll be right here." Then something else came to mind , ' Where did you go?" She was Witch so she should have been able to find him… the fact that she couldn't still bothered her.

Daemon shook his head either not understanding or not being able to answer. For a moment his eyes closed then after some time he tried to speak once again, "pr…k"

That one partial word warmed his heart in helped him step away from his rage. "I'm here Bastard."

Licking his lip and finding a bit of flesh that was dry and cracking Daemon winced. "Re…po..rt… bi..t..ch… be..fo… ki..ll."

Lucivar winced, he under stood what his brother wanted… "You want to know about the bitch?"

His head nodded softly. It was the best he could do right now. Sleep was calling him and he wanted to be back in his warm safe grove with the big powerful dragon. He wanted to be where he still had his long black tinted nails and all his flesh. He wanted – needed- to be where he was whole. This place just hurt too much for him to stay awake much longer.