Joachim leaned over the large oak desk in his father's old study. It was a small room with large windows lining the back wall, providing a flood of natural light to give it an airy, open feeling. It was a place he spent hours in, arranging papers and documents to send to neighboring lords and the king. His eyes looked disinterestedly at the parchments spread out before him on the desk.
"Do you wish to go over any more decrees milord? I have also prepared a stock list on our grain productions for this season; it seems our crops are flourishing from God's fair weather this year. Crop sales have risen at least ten percent and are expected to continue."
Joachim looked up at Kyran sitting in a chair in front of his desk, holding a long piece of paper that was covered in inky black handwriting that nearly dragged on the floor. "No, not now." He replied, immediately dismissing the suggestion. "I am still assessing the Pope's requests to send more of my knights to the east." He murmured back while reading the documents on his desk, his frail body hunched over as he wrote. The young man's observant eyes looked up from the parchment when Kyran said.
"Oh yes, that trifling war we are fighting. Lord knows we will be the victors in that bloody battle, though how many men is our Pope demanding from us now? I have already sent hundreds to the east."
"Yes, the Pope is aware of that, however he is also requesting reparations for the war. The only way I could provide the sums he requires is if I raised the taxes in my region." Joachim's brow furrowed as he continued signing the various documents, and afterward bound them together with string in preparation to be sent away. The warm early evening sun shone through the windows behind him and continued to warm him gently, making his work less unbearable. "Peasants don't like paying taxes, and most are already struggling to survive already. It would be unwise to make them pay another wage when they work so hard to earn a living."
As if struck by lightning Kyran looked up from his long piece of parchment, his eyes staring so fixatedly Joachim was even more determined than usual to ignore him. "Why is that an issue?" The vassal replied brusquely. "Your obligations are to the Lord's will, not necessarily the people. They always complain because they want to keep everything for themselves-"
"Do they not have some entitlement to that?" Joachim found himself pressing the quill harder against the parchment he was writing on, causing the ink to blotch in places. "If they do not pay the Pope has no money for the war and you do not have any status or wealth as a lord. Besides, after the war you can lower the taxes again, but you cannot leave those brave knights and soldiers without weaponry and food supplied by the money the Pope gets from villages like yours. It is all connected milord, whether it is to be liked or not." Kyran's statement rang in his ears, though in thought his hand lightened on the quill.
"True…but why doesn't the church supply that? They are richer than the people and can afford it without the same amount of risk. The peasants do not have that luxury at their disposal, for they need the money to feed their families." Joachim ran a hand through his ivory hair, his eyes contracting under the setting sun and locking onto Kyran when the vassal looked up at him again.
"Why does it matter to you anyway?" Kyran inquired while quickly rolling up the parchment. "You are exempted from taxes. Why should it matter if they have to pay? Let the people pay in your name so that the Pope can reward you for serving him well."
"I might be serving him, but there are many more people I am not serving. The Pope is a single man, and without his people he would be nothing – I would be nothing. I am trying to be a reasonable lord, not like those gluttonous scoundrels in other districts that suck every piece of gold from their subjects like maggots." He breathed deeply through his nostrils to try and remain civil amidst the man's criticisms.
"You rely too much on your personal feelings. Why, your father never-" Joachim growled and held up a hand, his very tone demanding silence when his body flew from his chair and caused several pieces of parchment to flutter onto the floor. "I will hear no more on this vassal! I am not Lord Zaeviean but I will consider your advice."
Kyran lowered his head to the floor and rose with him before giving a deep bow. "I apologize for my outburst milord. Do forgive me, it shall not happen again."
"Never mind it, just remember that unlike most peasants, you wear fine clothing and have bread on the table. I hope you realize that even with your knights, the peasants outnumber us three to one. Displeasing them will only lead to unneeded conflict."
Kyran's eyes continued to gaze into his, but his attention swiftly diverted to the servant awaiting him in the doorway. "Yes?" Joachim raised his head to look over the vassal at the young fellow standing in wait. For a moment the servant fidgeted in place, until stepping closer into the room. "Milord…I apologize if I am interrupting…" Joachim forced a smile, but it was made difficult under Kyran's watchful gaze. "Do not apologize. What do you wish to say?" The orangey glow emanating from the sun shone upon his face and warmed his cheeks as the pale blue of his eyes sparkled in the dim light.
"Milord, one of your serfs would like a word with you, if you please. If you do not wish to see him I will send him away at once."
"A serf requests to see you? Why bother with such dregs, simply send him away for we have more pressing matters to deal with-" Kyran attempted to interject but Joachim held up a hand for silence.
"I would like to see him. Please, send him in."
"Milord, you're wasting precious time." Kyran continued persistently. "A serf has no business seeing you, let alone speaking with you-"
Joachim returned Kyran's words with a dark warning scowl that made the man fall silence once more. He leaned back in his chair and looked toward the doorway when a small, thin man, appeared wearing a dirty ragged tunic and stockings. His eyes glinted under the dimming sunlight.
"Welcome." Joachim beckoned the man into room with his hand. "You wished to see me? What can I do for you…?"
"My name is Hans, milord." The young man spoke, his voice soft and timid while Joachim nodded and continued to smile with acceptance.
"Very well Hans. What is your reason for coming to see me this early evening? Is there a problem in the fields?"
The serf shook his head and twiddled his fingers with unease, and it was the Joachim noticed he held a small dirty purse that jingled softly with coins. "No, milord, your crops are very well indeed but I have come for another reason. I wish to pardon me by granting my humble request, and oh it would be such a wondrous thing if you would."
Joachim raised his eyebrows and leaned forward, his elbows shifting to rest on his desk while he kept his hands still folded in front of him. "A request? What kind of request?" his question made the serf swallow hard and without hesitation the young man fell to his knees on the floor and extended the purse into view.
"Milord, I know I am not worthy of anything from you for you have housed, clothed and provided for me in the name of your father – God rest his soul. But I have little money to offer you; this is all I can give if you would grant me the privilege of marrying. I have found a woman, whom I care for more than life itself, and I wish to make her my beloved wife…but only by your permission. I promise to continue working hard for you and to do whatever you ask, even fight in the east if you so wish."
"Oh, is that so?" Joachim's smile broadened as he signaled the man to get up. Joachim observed the tattered figure standing before him, so afraid yet bolded by his intentions. Deep within his mind the very way of being bold about love strung at his heart and soul, though he ridded himself of it to glance at Kyran's disapproving glower. "Who am I to say you can or cannot marry?" He began, hearing a surprised cough escape from his vassal in response. "If you want to marry her do as you will. I have no quarrel with it. Keep your money and make her happy. Take this as my wedding present to you and your beloved." He rose from his chair amidst the utterly astounded gasp that parted from the serf's lips, and reached into the pocket of his robe where he withdrew a handful of gold coins. "Spend this well, and take your leave to wed her." He thrust the coins into the serf's hands, which clutched around them to meet his eyes alit with sheer unrepressed joy.
"Milord! Thank you kindly! Someday I will repay the favor you granted to me, that I promise you!" Without another word the man got to his feet and bounded out of the room. Joachim watched with still a smile upon his lips, though it was short lived.
"Why did you do that?" Kyran's voice rose, his face turning a shade of scarlet red in rage. "Serfs have no status, you own them! You cannot simply grant them a privilege like that without question! Marriage is for people with status and money, not for poor beggars like them. I hope you are ready to expect hoards of your serfs approaching and asking for favors from now own, for that gesture is what you have wrought upon yourself!"
Kyran bolted from his chair and whirled to face him where he stood, though Joachim turned his back and looked out the large windows to view the fields in the distance. He closed his eyes and pictured the smiling face of Catherine as effortlessly as if she were standing at his side. The image quickly faded when he felt his vassal's glaring eyes still lingering on him.
"You see, Kyran, I don't want to own anyone. If you are the God-loving man you claim to be, you would realize God made everyone equal. Of course, the church never follows that, but I intend to with or without your approval."
"But milord, the church would not approve of your methods – I certainly do not. Your father was a more tactful man, he followed the Pope's will and fought bravely in battle – he also ensured serfs were put in their place…"
An impatient sigh escaped through Joachim's lips as he turned and gazed at the elderly man. "I am not my father, Kyran." He murmured under his breath. "Armster Manor is my obligation now and I will do my utmost to maintain it. If I were not ill, I would be battling in the east alongside countless other lords and knights, not languishing here filing parchment and fretting over crops. You are to continue your work. Do not even consider disturbing me unless it is about the murder that occurred yesterday."
Without another word he swept out of the study room and down the hallway of the manor, and since he was on the second floor he need not go far before he reached the room at the end of the hallway and entered the massive great hall of his home.
He needed to get away from business, politics and economics. Such issues had never interested him since he had not expected to become a lord so quickly. In fact, he did not think he would live long enough to inherit his father's estate. Joachim gazed at the large windows lining the great hall, whilst the golden rays of the sun streaming through cast a beautiful glow across the marble floor. The ceiling was covered with beautiful tapestry depicting angels, and the hall echoed of a strange deserted silence that seemed to consume him along with it. Joachim had no idea what he would do with the hall. He did not feel like holding another party. The dining table that used to remain in the hall had been removed, leaving a wide-open space where he spent his leisure hours practicing.
Joachim unsheathed his sword and held the glinting blade with one hand, his steps so light and quick that they gave the illusion of dancing. The young man moved, striking and dashing to one side when he imagined himself against a warrior knight in the heat of battle. The sun cascaded on him when he passed one of the hall's great windows and felt its light encircle around him like a heavenly glow. No matter how hard he attempted to focus his mind on his practice routine, his eyes darted to the world outside when his thoughts wandered to Catherine. Hardly could he imagine having to ask someone else to wed, or even being denied that right to bond with the woman he would love enough to become his beloved wife. There was but one whom he wanted that would make him complete without the other things, one whom he would give up every possession he owned to have and to hold.
Perhaps someday that one would be his - if his heart gave him the courage to ask.
The night enveloped Creightel in a thick fog. Joachim took in the fresh evening air as Cojiro clopped along down the road. The horse's silvery coat gleamed under the pale moonlight and the sounds of crickets filled the air. The familiar dizzy feeling swept through him as he rode, though his hands gripped Cojiro's mane securely as he relaxed under the cover of darkness. He heard his horse emit a loud snort from its nostrils, and his eyes flew open to see the brightly lit windows of the tavern near where the horse stopped. He hopped onto the ground and reached into the pocket of his robe, pulling out a handful of carrots. The horse's soft muzzle quickly dipped into his hand and crunched down on the delicious treats. After giving the animal a final pat on the neck, he turned and entered through the door.
"Joachim, over here!"
Maurizio's voice met him as he stepped into the warm tavern. Loud conversation filled he room, and the tavern was brightly lit and consumed with constant activity and laughter. Ahead of him was the bar where drink glasses and various bottles of gin and tonic lined the entire back wall. Numerous wooden tables and stools were set over the main floor and the entire tavern was crowded with people. He looked over at the table in the back corner where Maurizio was seated, but his feet locked in place when his eyes saw the figure sitting on the far side of the table that faced him.
"Joachim, are you just going to stand about there? Come on over, your guest is back to pay a visit!" he stared with non blinking eyes, unable to move until he felt a hand touch his shoulder and looked to see the face of Catherine staring directly at him.
"Joachim! How wonderful for you to come! Maurizio said you agreed to join us tonight."
"What is he doing here?" His firm yet darkened inquiry filled the joyous mood.
Catherine replied with a delighted chuckle as she shoved him forward toward the table. "He stopped by this evening when he was on another of his evening rides. He was asking about you and wondering how you were, and he felt quite apologetic for last evening. Go and talk to him yourself and see!"
He continued to remain where he stood until he felt her hand take his, which mechanically made his feet walk toward the table in tow of her steps.
"What's the matter? Are you shy?" She looked over her shoulder at him, her emerald eyes glittering in amusement when he gave a momentary silence before responding.
"I just don't feel like associating with him." He sighed, his eyes darting to the familiar figure sitting at the table as though in the presence of a leper.
"I was not aware you would be so objectionable," she answered. "Though, I beg you to mind your temper this evening. You could use a little cheering up, after all."
Despite her seriousness, his eyes were locked upon the other lord, who had taken notice of him quickly and said, in an inviting tone. "Good evening, Lord Joachim. Tis' a pleasure you decided to come. Please, join us if you wish."
Joachim listened to the calm words while their eyes locked and did not budge from where he stood. "Walter." The name tasted bitter in his mouth, whilst Walter remained unfazed, his dark eyes glinting in the dimly lit room as one of his gauntlet-covered hands ushered to an empty chair. The red-haired lord's ashen face glistened in the candlelight, his crimson locks splaying across his shoulders when he moved. The man's gestures were methodical, as if he had carefully planned out how he might appease the young nobleman.
Walter's smooth lips curved into a persistent smile."Please," He added graciously. "I would enjoy your company tonight, Lord Armster. Permit me to take care of the drinks. It is the least I can do to show my appreciation for allowing me to join your party last night. Indeed, t'was an enjoyable and unforgettable event."
"I can pay for my own drink, thank you." Joachim muttered, staring at the empty stool until he noticed everyone at the table, including Catherine, was looking at him expectantly.
Walter continued to gaze at him like the rest, though a strange glint refracted in his eyes as he sat back on his stool and sighed deeply. "I apologize if I offended you. Allow me to honor you tonight so that we can make amends."
"I will stay for one drink. That is all." Joachim replied shortly, ignoring the man's satisfied smile. Though he could not say what it was, something about Walter made him cringe. Whether it was out of fear, loathing, or admiration he could not say. Perhaps it was all three.
"Only one? For our gracious God's sake man, you should stay for one hundred! I could drink all night if I did not pass out." Maurizio leaned over from where he sat and reached for his glass containing the thin watery liquid, which he placed to his lips and swallowed in several long gulps.
"There are other ways to be a man, Maurizio." Catherine remarked and took a small sip from her glass of ale, a gesture that seemed very passive compared to the knight. "I would sooner spend my company with a sober man than a drunkard. I desire more in conversation instead of meaningless enjoyments that God forbids within the church."
She smiled slightly at the drink and set her glass down on the table with hardly a sound, while Emmaline leaned on Walter's shoulder and shook her head. "God? I am tired of God dictating our lives. We should be able to do whatever we want, and if I want to have a dozen drinks then God try and stop me!"
"What is all this talk about God for anyway?" Joachim sighed impatiently.
Indeed, if he had known the conversation would center on religious matters he may have reconsidered joining them that evening. Despite proclaiming to be a devout Catholic, the Church's political stance was beginning to make him ill at ease. It was, after all, difficult for a man such as he to follow a religious order that was capable of damning him as easily as saving him. It would take only one adversary, perhaps someone of high repute and authority, to accuse him of witchcraft. Even one accusation could topple a lord's authority and political allegiances. No one wanted to be accused of being in league with a witch. A lord who believed they had an abundance of allies could suddenly find themselves with not a friend in the world who would defend them. He knew he had to be especially careful surrounding religious matters – he did not know who was listening and who was not.
Thus, the young lord restricted his rather objectionable thoughts, looking at Walter with visible disinterest. "I want to talk about something else. Religious matters are none of our concern, especially considering we are discussing it in a place such as this."
Without continuing the subject, Walter raised his hand to signal for a drink to be brought to them. The man's gestures were smooth yet authoritative – his very presence commanding the attention of the barmaid, who immediately obliged by setting several glasses of ale on the table. Once the drinks were presented, Joachim reluctantly picked up a glass and took a sip. The cold, fizzy liquid slid down his throat, awakening his senses and making him more aware of the fact that Walter had not taken his eyes off him since he arrived.
The unnerving thought made the young man shudder, his pale eyes looking at Walter's pasty white visage as the man ushered to him while asking thoughtfully. "What would interest you then, Lord Armster? I agree that, perhaps, God is not a suitable topic. The Church's exploits in the East is controversial at best. I am afraid, I am not accustomed to small village communities, for my castle is home to lively occupation by many at one time so I often do not have for individual conversation." Walter smiled as he raised his glass. "Let us toast to simply being in each other's company. I hope everyone finds this satisfactory?"
Joachim continued to stare at him with a transfixed gaze, watching his every move from the almost non-blinking gaze of his eyes to the supple movements of his crimson wavy locks that fell around his ornately pale face and dark blood red armor.
"What if I do not care to make a toast?" He inquired rhetorically, and felt a jab in his arm the second Catherine glanced at him and raised her glass. "I find little to toast to this evening – a man was murdered today. My mind is, regrettably, occupied by more serious matters."
"A man was murdered? Is that so?" Walter kept his glass raised, despite the fact everyone's smiles faded instantly.
Joachim shook his head and ignored the tension slowly building within their conversation enough to answer in a matter of fact tone. "I do not know. It could have been a random act done by a traveler or vagrant but questions still remain." He brushed away a strand of his pearly white hair; locking eyes with Walter and watching him sit back and cock his head to one side in vague, unemotional curiosity.
"I still say it was a vampire." Maurizio blurted out, nearly jumping out of his chair in excitement. "What else would puncture two holes in that fellow's neck and drain him dry of his blood? It's a vampire at work I tell you, and if I find him I shall slay him myself and earn a title worthy of Sir Maurizio."
"You are already 'Sir' Maurizio! You are a knight, fool, so obviously people have to call you by Sir." Emmaline remarked, rolling her eyes. "I agree, though. Nothing else could have done it, and if someone went through all the work to drain him dry, why? It is impossible for a human to do something so horrible." She shuddered dramatically and took a few sips of her ale.
Catherine rested her chin in her hand, murmuring thoughtfully. "I wonder why vampires need our blood to survive? It must be quite a lifestyle…so full of mystery and constant adventure. It would be interesting if I could meet a vampire someday-"
"Interesting?" Joachim glared, his brow furrowing. "I can scarcely call a myth interesting! Vampires do not exist; all of you are making ridiculous assumptions. A human being is responsible and I intend to bring them to justice for the crime they have committed." He growled under his breath, perturbed by Walter's unblinking eyes. For some reason, he did not feel quite as sure of himself as he thought.
Catherine shook her head at him and rolled her eyes. "What is your opinion, Lord Walter?" she asked, her eyes transfixed upon him. "You are not from Creightel, so surely you must have some insight from your other experiences? Please share them with us, for it could bring about new ideas."
Joachim turned his head away to stare at the floor. Walter narrow his eyes and drummed his gauntlets on the tabletop. His deep voice mused aloud alongside, in Joachim's mind, was an overly exaggerated pause in thought. "Mankind is bound to murder one another, it has been occurring since the dawn of time. Vampires are said to have existed even longer than man, first feeding off the blood of animals until acquiring a taste for humans. It is possible that a vampire was responsible due to the bite marks you described – a mark always left by a vampire on its victim. Some call it the vampire's kiss."
"Really?" Jezebel gasped. "How dreadful! Why do vampires bite people then if they could drink the blood of animals instead?"
A slow smile pierced Walter's lips, and with a steady gesture he placed his hand on hers. "Not to worry, my dear, you have nothing to fear. Human blood must have something they want and must taste better than animal blood. After all, humans are gifted creatures…some might even say they are just as blood thirsty as vampires. A great many men have spilled blood in the name of Christ. If vampires do not consume blood, like man, they are capable of dying."
All eyes except remained glued on Walter intently. However, Joachim could not prevent a loud scoff from escaping his lips as he leaned back in his chair and grabbed his glass off the table. "Foolish. How do you know so much anyway?" He sneered between sips of ale. "You are probably influenced by local legends. People are quite susceptible to believing in nonsense like the undead."
A smile spread across his lips at the thought. It was ludicrous for people to believe in folklore. People's growing paranoia about witches confirmed the consequences of allowing fear and ignorance to control society. Of course, he would not venture so far as to say that in public. Despite his conviction, the serious tone in which Walter replied made him hesitate.
"I have had my share of information and experiences with vampires." Walter began, his eyes narrowing, whilst he made the wolf-like motion of licking his lips. Joachim could not determine whether the man was offended or amused by what he had said. In the torchlight, the other lord's pasty white skin contrasted his dark eyes, which gave the young man a knowing look. "You could say…I understand how they think. Vampires are complex creatures. Though dead, they possess an insatiable desire to maintain their immortality by feeding off the blood of humans. Contrary to popular belief, vampires choose their victims carefully. Not all humans who are bit will become immortal. A vampire's discretionary behavior – ability to selectively choose who is worthy of such an existence – is, perhaps, one of their most invaluable qualities. It is necessary to the very survival of the species. Nevertheless, most vampires would kill in the blink of an eye if it suited them, for it must be difficult to resist draining their victim completely dry."
Joachim felt his glass shake in his grasp when he noticed Walter's lips form a slighted frown. The man's gem-like eyes gleamed in the dim candlelight of the tavern. A silence consumed the table until Catherine cupped her hands in front of her, his lips curving into a downward curl of unease. "Fascinating! Tell us more, Lord Walter. What about that legendary vampire from Eternal Night? Do you think it could be him-"
A loud chuckle parted from Walter's lips and he shook his head, delicately reaching across the table to cup her face in his gauntlet-covered hand. Despite the man's imposing appearance, the manner in which he touched her was gentle. Joachim felt his insides churn from witnessing the sight. As if a great hand had secured him in place, he could not move. The young man's body became so still it was as though he had turned into a marble statue.
Nevertheless, his lips curved into a scowl so noticeable that Maurizio gave him several uneasy glances as Walter replied. "Vampires do not usually make their presence known. If that vampire desires human blood, he will go anywhere to get it – even a small village such as this. However, reality and myth have distorted people's perception of Eternal Night."
"Stop spinning tales, Walter." Joachim sneered; tempted to rip the man's hand away as though it was diseased. He waited until Walter's hands returned to his side before continuing, his voice barely calm enough to form the words he wished to say. "Someday, all of you must realize that fiction has become more real than fact. Legends about vampires scare small children into saying their prayers every night. None of you have seen a vampire. I grow tired of this topic – it merely perpetuates fear and paranoia."
However, his comment received only a sharp response from Catherine, who gave him an indignant scowl in return. "Joachim, must you judge and criticize those whose opinions differ from yours so harshly? Have you no tolerance for anything that is different and beyond scientific fact? You are beginning to sound like your father-"
Joachim held up his hand and gritted his teeth, which swiftly made the young woman fall silent. Though he was relieved that she obeyed him, his eyes darted around the table and noticed that everyone else had looked away in discomfort. The very mention of his father was enough to remind everyone - including him – that he was merely a disappointment. Within moments, the deafening silence consuming the table made his throat constrict as stress mounted upon his weakened body. Joachim clasped his chest as he fought to breathe, his body leaning forward to cough, whilst his chest heaved and trembled like a fish out of water. If he had the strength, he would have gotten up that instant and left. Yet, the dizziness that overtook him made him fall back in his chair, unable to do anything except pant heavily. The mere mention of Lord Zaeviean made a wave of fear appear in the young man's eyes as he turned away, hiding his shame behind a mask of fatigue.
"Joachim…" Catherine began, despite his attempt to avoid the repentant look she gave him. "I…didn't mean that…you could never be…"
"Is something the matter?" Walter asked.
Joachim glanced at the man shortly, noting that he seemed unsurprised. Walter had barely batted an eyelid at the young man's frailty. In fact, he wondered if the other lord had become more curious about him because of it. The man's dark, probing eyes focused on him intently, noting how his breath hitched in his chest when their eyes locked. The feeling was so discomforting that he had to turn away again to avoid worsening his condition.
His heart began thumping wildly in his chest upon hearing the man add. "Perhaps the young lord is tired…rest a while. I shall leave you two for a moment."
The second his eyes strayed again to glance at Walter, he was already gone and sitting at a different table with Jezebel and Emmaline. They were not far away, but far enough to make his tension ease while Catherine lowered her head.
"Please Joachim," She whispered, fighting back the tears building in her eyes. "Forgive me for my outburst, I am truly ashamed of what I said. I know your father is a difficult subject. I have humiliated you in front of your fellow lords and ladies. Indeed, it seems I am not a worthy companion for you. How could someone so plain and ignorant as I understand what you endured? I do not have access to books like you. I am sure you know more about life than I."
He gazed at her again, the swelling in his throat lessening considerably as he set his elbow on the table and cupped his hand in his chin, immersed in his own thoughts.
Alone with her at last, Joachim took in a deep sigh before managing to whisper under his breath. "Never mind it. You're probably correct about that…I am not much of a Lord am I?" his words sounded more like a statement instead of a question.
She grasped his hands in hers and rapidly shook her head, her ringlets bouncing against her lovely face. Despite her quick denial, he stubbornly refused to look at her. "No! That's not true. You are nothing like your father, and for that I am grateful-"
Joachim's eyes widened, though his mouth was quick to reveal the thoughts that were swirling through his mind. "Of course I am nothing like him." He replied, the bitterness in his voice more powerful than any poison ever concocted.
The surge of rage and envy seeping through him was almost unbearable. His nails dug into the wooden table so hard that he thought he would rip it to pieces under his grip. Though sickly, a powerful feeling of resentment changed his sullen disposition quicker than wildfire. He could barely contain himself as he whispered back in a hoarse voice.
"I have accomplished nothing! I am just…the weak son of a powerful and respectable lord…even you think the same…" his tone seemed to stop her in place for her eyes remained unblinking as if frozen open, and her lips parted to speak but he quickly interrupted her attempt. "I will not blame you for thinking that, so there is no need to try and take back what has already been said. Most villagers think I should be on the warfront in the east, but you know how it is with the king's guard, only wanting the finest men to fight-"
"Joachim…" she reached out and touched his cheek with her hand, one of his favorite ways she displayed the methods providing comfort. The warmth of her fingers caressing his skin sent tremors of shame through his body. The woman's olive colored skin made her appear like some sort of heavenly sent creature in his eyes, so gentle and innocent that he could say nothing more to her other than to listen to her careful words. "Your condition is no fault of your own. I know you are very angry but please forgive me for what I said. I did not mean it. If you were like your father, I would never…"
"You would never what?" He asked, not understanding why she failed to finish her sentence.
It did not take him long to conclude that it had to be because she knew he was right. Indeed, she was unable to admit the truth – he was ill, weak, and unfit to rule in his father's place. An early death would be an inevitable fate for someone so ill. Joachim's face turned a shade paler from the thought. Curtains of his thick, pearly white hair cascaded around his face when he lowered his head, denying himself the joy of looking at her again. She thought he was no better than his father –what he lacked in strength was compensated by his coldness. Perhaps he was even more tyrannical, crueler and indifferent to those around him than he realized. He noticed that she had hesitated in responding to him, her eyes transfixed by his curious expression while her lips parted to speak. However, at that point, Joachim's attention had diverted to the table near them where Jezebel, Emmaline, Maurizio, and Walter had temporarily seated themselves.
Joachim quickly picked up Jezebel's rather loud voice over the countless other conversations. He recognized the quickened tone she used to speak when discussing a matter of great interest. The young man's vigilant eyes immediately focused upon Walter, who had leaned closer to listen to what she was saying. Walter's long, crimson cape flowed around his armored form like a river of blood. The striking image made Joachim stiffen in his chair, though he was careful to avoid turning around completely, content with remaining ignored. Nevertheless, it was difficult to overhear Jezebel's rather loud voice carrying over the excited murmur of conversations in the tavern.
"…It was a very mysterious thing at that. They found him as a tiny infant fresh from the womb, crying loudly in the arms of his dead mother who must have held him but once before death claimed her soul. How it was possible for her to take him so soon after birth is unknown, for no one even knew she had gone into labor, she made not a sound…" Joachim's heart began to pound against his chest again in apprehension, though nothing could make him get up from the table. Although it pained him deeply, he remained silent as she continued to whisper in the man's ear. "T'was a tragedy…Lord Zaeviean never recovered after her death. To have a son in that sort of a condition, why it is a disgrace to the family! Never able to battle, or to seek any sort of honorary with our king…poor being that he is, all alone now…"
"I am not a disgrace…!" Joachim clenched his hands into fists and breathed heavily through his nostrils, watching her every move as Walter cocked his head again but when Joachim observed the seemingly casual gesture, he noticed that on the man's face was an almost pained grimace so strange he could not even fathom it to describe its meaning.
"Joachim?" Catherine asked, alarmed by his silence. It seemed she had also overheard the conversation, for her bright green eyes flitted between Jezebel and he in visible trepidation. "Do not listen to her," she urged, attempting to soothe him when she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Jezebel always talks about other people. You cannot take it personally! Please, just-"
"Leave me alone, Catherine." He snapped, sliding away from her touch and lowering his head, his eyes glinting in rage.
Though he regretted speaking to her rudely, she could never understand what it was like to be the subject of amusement and ridicule. Though he was twenty years old, he experienced torment of a thousand lifetimes. He stared haphazardly at Jezebel and Walter. The other lord had allowed the woman to sit very close to him, however the intensity of his gaze proved that he was more interested in what she was saying than in the woman herself. When her hand 'accidentally' wandered to Walter's, a somewhat annoyed little grin crossed his lips as he shied away from her touch. The man's deep chuckle offset his attempt to avoid her affectionate touch. Joachim felt Walter's gaze wander to him briefly before he leaned toward her, whispering something in her ear.
Upon hearing what he said, Jezebel's brow furrowed, her lips pouting like a small child. "My Lord Walter, it seems your interest in Joachim knows no bounds. He mostly keeps to himself, so I hear. Reading and writing is said to be a hobby of his – but swordsmanship is what came best…though it is clear he is wasted talent. A man so ill shall never venture East. I heard he likes a certain someone he grew close with over the years, but lord knows such a match would be a sin against God. Gypsy filth like her are parasites. She would live off his wealth and name – destroying a pure line with tainted blood."
Joachim nearly bolted from his chair, but again he could not move as he watched Walter lean closer to her and speak to her so softly it could not be heard over the noise in the tavern. The longer he watched the more the rage began to build within him, but his eyes widened like saucers when he saw Walter turn his head just slightly, and the dark pupils of his eyes lock onto him for a fraction of a second.
"…Who knows about the father's fate? I think it was the work of a vampire, as does almost everyone in Creightel. He doesn't want to believe it. Anyone could see the bite marks as clear as day, and to assume otherwise is absurd."
He stared at them both where they sat, his eyes pooling but when he blinked he wiped them with his sleeve and caved to the urge of his instincts. Joachim slowly got to his feet, but when he noticed Catherine shift to stand at his side he stared at her and held up a hand.
"I-I…must go now…I am tired. Give Maurizio my regards."
"Why are you leaving so soon, you have not finished your drink?" Catherine ushered to the nearly full glass on the table while he whirled to face the door of the tavern like a prisoner plotting an escape.
"I'm not thirsty – you may do with it as you please." He quickly covered while his feet began to move him gradually toward the door, but without getting up she called to him again and brushed out the wrinkles in her amethyst colored dress. "At least say farewell to Lord Walter on your way?"
Joachim ignored her last comment and continued his pace toward the door but the second he came within range of it he heard Walter's voice overtop the others. "Joachim. Are you leaving already? I regret not having a conversation with you-"
Without even looking at him Joachim continued onward, but overheard Christiana remark again in her usual loud whisper.
"He always does that Lord Bernhard – unbecoming in manners despite his proper upbringing. Ah, what kind of fate will our village suffer under his reign, I bet he would sooner see this place burn to the ground than lift a finger to do as his father did…"
His lips pursed tighter to meet his narrowed eyes, and with a final exit he flung the door open and stepped outside into the night, slamming it shut behind him so that she would know he overheard her. The night was still as dark and lonely as before, but for once he relished the shadows that enveloped his pale visage. His crystalline eyes looked over the roadway until he pierced the silence with a loud whistle. The familiar clopping noise of hooves pounded over the road, until the silvery shape of his horse appeared within the darkness. "There you are." He stated without enthusiasm when the horse stopped in front of him and whickered a soft greeting. Its long tresses fell down its slender neck and felt like silk as he stroked his horse's mane.
It was not until he felt Cojiro suddenly step back that he noticed the door of the tavern had opened and Walter step outside.
"What do you want?" Joachim turned away to saddle his horse.
Walter shut the door behind him, ignoring the young man's blatant repugnance. "What a splendid evening." He observed in an almost cheerful tone. "Must you leave so soon? Your comrades are concerned. Is something the matter?"
"I don't need your help. Go back inside and continue your little discussion with Lady Jezebel." Joachim spat, eyes blazing when he remembered what he had overheard.
Walter stepped toward him, his eyes carefully focused upon the young man with growing interest. The other lord's pale face starkly contrasted the surrounding darkness, giving him a rather striking, though slightly unnerving, appearance. "I see. I meant no ill will toward you. I wished to see if there was something I could do about your illness. It seems the doctors are unable to help you, and the death of your father must have been quite difficult-"
Joachim growled loudly; casting Walter a piercing glare. "What would you know of that, anyway?" He sneered. "The only way you ever could help me is by leaving me the hell alone." Although he spoke harshly, Walter returned his words with a slight smile.
The man made not a sound when he approached, allowing his cape to swish gracefully with his steps as tendrils of his red hair brushed against his fine cheekbones, curtaining his left eye. "I understand. To have a member of your clan taken by a vampire must make you question their very existence."
"I do not question their existence. My father became ill and died from a disease caused by a bat. Lord Zaeviean was not bitten by a vampire." Joachim stroked the neck of his horse, but noticed Cojiro's ears had flattened upon its head.
Walter's steps were barely audible as he moved forward in turn with Joachim's backward, and a slightly annoyed twinge seeped through his smile. "A vampire has reasons for taking certain victims. I suspect your father was in the wrong place at the right time."
"What are you implying?" Joachim swallowed hard and felt his fingertips touch the handle of his sword hidden behind his robe.
Walter's attention drifted to his hand when their eyes locked together and pursued an awkward silence. He felt his fingertips lightly caress the handle of the blade, barely moving to do so while Walter took another step closer to him and smiled as if expecting his actions with predetermined intent. The man's eyes glinted in the darkness as Joachim's widened and pooled in astonish, though within moments of the man nearing him Cojiro snorted through its flared nostrils and suddenly jerked its head backward. Walter blinked several times at the quick gesture of the horse when its ears flattened upon its head and its lips parted to reveal the gleaming flash of ivory incisors.
The beast lunged forward and stomped the ground madly with its hooves, and with quick respond Joachim struggled to try and keep the animal still. "What's the matter Cojiro? What are you doing?" the horse emitted a loud whinny before it arched itself upon its haunches and slashed at the air with its hooves, nearly impaling Walter if he had not avoided the creature's muscled legs with lightning speed.
"What has gotten into you? Cojiro?" Joachim pressed his hand harder against his horse's front after it landed and snapped at Walter before slowly backing away as he pushed commandingly on its front chest with his hand. "Cojiro." He soothed softly while his hand skimmed the soft silver coat comfortingly and he pressed his head against its shoulder.
Joachim reached into the pocket of his robe and withdrew a handful of carrots. Instead of feeling Cojiro's muzzle nipping to grab the carrots, a rush of warm air brushed over his skin when the horse snorted loudly and clicked its incisors. He attempted to hold one of near its nostrils so it could catch the scent, however the horse turned its head away and slowly stepped in front of him. The loud stomps from its hooves smashing against the cobblestone made Joachim jump in place each time and watch the animal bob its head up and down and swish its tail violently, so the silken tendrils brushed against his shoulder.
The stomping pounded an echo that disappeared into the night and became a sort of angry rhythmic pattern, though Walter showed not the slightest sign of even flinching upon being neared once again by the horse. "It seems you need you to manage your horse more carefully, young lord." The slight grin resumed over Walter's lips while the man stared with passive interest.
"And you would know a lot about my horse, I presume?" Joachim countered and stepped forward before he placed his hand against his horse's chest and pushed against it to urge the creature to step back again.
"I did not say that." Walter turned his armor plated frame around with a swish of his long black cape. "I am merely giving advice. It seems 'Cojiro' is distressed. I suggest you return home and put your horse at ease."
"You suggest? It seems more like you are telling me to, Walter. You must think highly of your intelligence by trying give such wondrous advice…but here is some advice for you: if you try to tell me how to live my life, or interfere with my personal affairs I will seek you out and ensure that throat of yours never vibrates another word of 'advice'. Keep that in mind."
His eyes flashed with intensity while he lowered his head and stared up at Walter's frame, however Walter merely returned the stare until a small chuckle escaped through his throat and filled the air in its deep sound. "Hmm? I hardly think you can carry out your threats, little Lord. I can tell by that hesitant stance your blade has never spilt blood, and I doubt you would like to try and make me the first. I assure you that would be unwise, unless you are requesting a swift death."
The man gave him a bemused smile and continued to chuckle, allowing the sound to escape under his breath while he turned toward the dark road leading into the depths of the night through the village. In barely a whisper Joachim heard him remark while his back was turned and he walked away.
"If you still wish to, I dare you Joachim."
Joachim paused when his horse stomped the ground again and startled him. He jumped in place but remained where he stood as Walter lifted a hand and snapped his fingers to create a short but loud click that filled the brief silence. Within a second hoof beats resounded into the night. A massive blood bay colored stallion galloped up the road. The horse had a mane and tail the color of coal, mixed with the dark glisten of its eyes and the loud heavy breaths escaping through its partially open mouth. The stallion slowed to a trot and then halted right in front of Walter, and remained still to let its master mount its back. Walter eased himself into the saddle and relaxed his form upon the back of the rather large creature, though a smile remained plastered on his lips as he gave the horse a swift nudge. The creature turned and took off at a quick gallop.
Joachim continued to stand with Cojiro until the stallion and its rider vanished into the night as if never being there at all. The sight was strange, and vaguely mesmerizing, but it did not take him long to blink several times and kick a few loose pebbles on the ground with his boots. "Damn him." He muttered. "Show off. I would very much like to see him wield a sword as well as I can. If he thinks he can simply swagger around Creightel, perhaps I should pay him another visit." He lifted his foot to step forward toward the direction Walter vanished from, but the second his body shifted he felt something jerk him back by the sleeve of his robe. Joachim quickly whirled in place with widened eyes only to see his horse nipping at his shoulder. "Oh." He said again. "You don't want me to go, do you?" the horse stared at him for a long moment and finally shook its head side to side, as if answering his question.
"Joachim, what are you doing out here?" he jumped and clasped a hand over his chest, his breaths quickened until he whirled and saw the form of Catherine standing in the doorway. The light from within the tavern silhouetted her graceful form. Her emerald eyes stared at him questioningly. "Where did Lord Bernhard disappear to?" She stepped out into the darkness and shut the door behind her.
Joachim huffed. "I don't know, but he left just a few minutes ago. Why do you care anyway? Good riddance, I say."
The clear hint of spite in his voice only made her place her hands on her hips and shake her head at him, while the dark raven colored curls of her ringlets bounced around her shoulders and down her slender back. "You're behaving childishly. Lord Walter was concerned about you and offered to see if you were all right because you left again. Try not to turn that into a habit, Joachim, its unbecoming. You have insulted Walter since the second you met him, yet he has not done as you have-"
"I will hear no more of this!" he interrupted and held up a hand, and in unison he walked in a slow circle to calm himself once again. His eyes of crystal blue clashed against her emerald green, though neither she nor he was willing to surrender. "I don't trust him. Things in Creightel were fine before he appeared. I have decided to investigate him myself."
Catherine cocked an eyebrow in response, her lips pursing into an annoyed formation that she always made since he could remember. Not to his surprise, her reply had an uncanny match with her expression. "What Lord Bernhard does is his business. I am not going to let you make a mockery of yourself by tormenting him. Come back inside and stop this nonsense before you give the entire village a headache."
The young lord shook his head and stepped toward his horse to prove his determination. "No. I am going to pursue this matter. Why don't you go back inside and enjoy the rest of evening, leave me to do as I please for nothing you say is going to make me change my mind!"
"What do you hope to accomplish by acting like a fool?" she challenged and stepped closer to him, folding her arms across her chest. "You have some nerve! There is nothing wrong with Lord Bernhard." He watched the way she stared at him, with such fierce determination that a dark glower crossed his lips and his eyes blazed to find her defense outmatched anything he had ever seen her become so persistent about. "Why do you dislike him so?" she continued without giving him time to retort. "Walter has tried to be considerate of you."
Joachim continued to scowl at her until his eyes looked beyond her to the road that disappeared within the enshrouded night. "I must find him. I don't have time for lectures…if I don't depart now I will not catch him in time-"
"Joachim." Catherine's voice rose so quickly he looked at her again but said nothing. "I try to convince you but as always you refuse to believe me."
"You speak as though you are attracted to that man." All at once Joachim felt his throat tighten and his frame sway as if feeling faint, and he had to lean on his horse to stay upright. The thought made him wretch inside.
"You are the last person who should be making accusations right now." She retorted, her eyes glaring at him impatiently.
A strange silence followed her words, and she stared up at him with glistening eyes until he faced his horse and made a swift mount upon its back into the saddle. While he shifted in place to arrange himself, Catherine stepped toward him expectantly.
"I want to come. There is nothing wrong with Lord Walter. Absolutely nothing." Her voice had calmed somewhat from its shrill tone of demand into that of a humble request.
The young man shook his head. "Catherine, this is something I want to do by myself. It's not an investigation for little girls-"As quickly as he spoke she placed her hands on her hips once again.
"Little girls?" her voice rose slightly but fell quiet when she saw his lips purse with indignation. "I am not a little girl anymore. I am a lady, and I'm only two years younger than you! If you will not let me accompany you, I shall simply follow you on foot."
He watched her swallow hard and hold her head high, and in the process her eyes locked with his. Another sigh parted from his lips. "Catherine…" he warned, but to his dismay his voice choked with unease. "You're right, its dark and you should not be wandering around – you could get lost…or worse…" his voice trailed as she shook her head and stepped closer.
"I meant what I said about walking, and I don't care if you think I am being foolish or not." There was still the same sheer glint of determination in her emerald eyes, and even the look she gave him made it difficult to refuse.
"Alright…you can accompany me.
She smirked mischievously and when he expended his hand to aid her he blinked several times when she ignored it and mounted behind him. In moments he felt her wrap her arms behind his waist, and the sudden touch of her warm hands against his robes caused him to flinch.
"Scared? Or is it because you didn't think a lady could mount a horse with just as much skill and grace as a man?"
Joachim gritted his teeth together and forced his lips to keep a firm stance upon the sensation of her warm hands around him. His head turned slightly to look over his shoulder and hear her comment once more.
"Oh! Are you sure your well enough for this? Your face has flushed again…perhaps we should just go back inside-"
"No, I will be fine…it's nothing…" he fumbled to regain himself and stared ahead as the warmth consuming his cheeks faded the second his mind wandered to Walter.
With a deep intake of air into his lungs he kicked his horse gently and felt Cojiro spur forward from his command. The clip clop pace of the horse swiftly increased and with it the feeling of her hands around him.
"Slow down!" She cried in surprise when he let the horse continue at its pace.
Joachim fumbled nervously to maintain his focus as she pressed herself closer against him and sighed with such contentment his ears picked up the sound. He never imagined such a small noise would make his heart flutter like the beats of a butterfly, especially when he kept the smile wanting to break free sustained into a firm frown.
"Now look who's scared." He chuckled.
"I am not scared!" She nudged his arm. "Poor Cojiro has more sense than you."
The lone moon was the only object lighting their path, but in the process a small shape flew over the starry abyss. In the light of the moon he caught a glimpse of its jet back form, and heard an eerily sweet twitter fill the air.
"Is that all? Come now, it's just a harmless bird." He shook his head and saw the bird's tiny jet-black form perching on a nearby tree branch just as he expected. "I think your losing it Catherine, first you're afraid of vampires and now a lark." his gaze intensified upon the small bird that continued to sing a strange twittering melody. Within the darkness he saw the glitter of its tiny eyes and the sleek shine of its feathered frame.
The longer he gazed at the small bird the more noticeable his horse's uneasiness became. The equine slowed to a slow, apprehensive walk, its onyx hooves scraping against the ground when it halted without warning. After creating a loud snort, the horse tossed its head back and let its silvery tress fall against its slender neck, before backing away.
"Are you tired Cojiro?" Joachim leaned forward and touched his horse's silken mane, stroking it softly as the horse snorted and flared its nostrils. "Its alright. Fear not, there's nothing here that can cause you harm."
He reassured as much as he could, softening his voice along with his touch in lighter hopes of a response. The horse continued to back up even as he pressed against its side with his boots in protest.
Instead of obeying, the horse raised its head and emitted a shrill whinny. "Stop being so difficult," Joachim patted the animal's neck again, trying to convince it to listen. "This is not like you at all…"
Standing as perfectly as a statue, it flicked its long tail while pawing restlessly at the earth. Catherine leaned forward against him upon realizing the evident fact the horse was refusing to move. The young man sighed and dismounted, checking the forest surrounding the path for a sign of predators. Horses were inherently afraid of wolves, which were quite plentiful in Romania. With slow, cautious steps, he slid his hand along the horse's side and approached Cojiro's front so the horse was aware of his presence.
Joachim shook his head, his hand extending away from the animal's coat to rub its velvety muzzle. A weak smile crossed his lips at the sight, though his pale blue eyes dimmed in the lack of light quickly enveloping them. "I wonder if a relative of yours is part donkey or something, because I cannot believe how stubborn you are being." He chuckled until the animal pricked its ears forward. He nearly assumed the bird had startled his horse as it had Catherine and him, but when he turned to survey the landscape his eyes blinked several times to find the light of the moon silhouetted a figure in the distance.
"Is that Walter?" Catherine exclaimed and nearly jumped out of the saddle when her frame leaned forward to catch a closer look. The ringlets of her ebony hair seemed to blend her form well within the darkness, but Joachim easily caught notice of her renewed attention. "Surely that is Lord Walter! He must have seen us and stopped to wait-"
Joachim whirled in place and shook his head rapidly, his eyes so wide that it caused his voice to lower into a low hiss. "Be quiet! The whole purpose of this was so he would not know we were following." He took a hesitant step forward but nearly fell back to find a familiar tug pulling at the sleeve of his robe. "Let go Cojiro." He continued to pull away but the strength from the horse's teeth enclosed around the fabric increased. "I said let go! I am going whether you object or not!" Nearly ripping the fabric in the process, he pulled his arm away and swatted at its muzzle. A feral snort met his annoyed gesture, and he watched the horse move its head side to side.
"See Joachim?" Catherine speculated when his eyes darted to see her observing him with close interest. "Like I mentioned, your horse has more sense then you. If you have no intention of speaking to Walter why not leave him be, he's just returning to his castle?"
"Of course Catherine, that's really what he's doing… he is traveling in the wrong direction."
In the distance the shadowed form lingered atop a small hill and from where he stood the figure was barely visible in the night. Joachim could scarcely think he would have missed it completely if it wasn't for the moon's illumination. Despite being unable to see the stranger's face, he frowned and took another bold step forward. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully while watching the figure standing atop the hill. Walter's long cape billowed behind in the cool breeze and the sleek armor he wore despite its weight it upon his body. The only type of armor his weakened frame could support was his breastplate, which many mocked as a fashion statement.
Not to his surprise Cojiro's equally irritated snorts puffed soon after, followed by the restless scraping of hooves against the worn dirt path. His eyes were transfixed ahead, however as he drew forward a strange aura of dizziness began to wind its way through the depths of his mind and body. He continued onward since he accustomed himself somewhat to the feeling over the years, though his eyes could not leave the sight of Walter's tall form standing atop the hill, partially silhouetted by the moon. Within moments his legs became like heavy weights to the point he could no longer walk. Joachim stumbled forward and fell on one knee, his eyes so wide that he almost forgot how to breathe, until he withdrew a shuddering gasp and clutched his hand to his chest.
Catherine's voice became a shrill cry in panic. Walter turned and looked back at him wordlessly. The night blocked any chance of seeing the man's expression, but a sweeping chill shivered down his spine as he attempted to stumble back on his feet. For a brief moment a red flash appeared in the man's eyes, so noticeable and penetrating that he could not move. He struggled to stand up but instead stumbled forward. He lay unmoving, his eyes opening and closing amidst Catherine's frightened cries until he felt her soft arms pull him away from the soil. Her gentle fingers ran over the smooth contours of his cheeks, caressing him tenderly.
No matter how desperate he tried to speak, his lips felt like they had been sealed shut like a wax on an envelope. The sound was unlike any he ever heard, faint to begin with but slowly growing in audacity until it rang through his eardrums and stifled the cry of surprise that wielded from within his throat. The loud unhindered snort from the beast resounded into the air when the thumping gallop changed to a fast paced trot that quickly died off into silence. He listened as intently as his whirling mind would permit, and the words translated in stifled muffles to his mind except for her sweet voice that continued to maintain his sense of composure and awareness.
"Please help him Lord Walter! I would be eternally in your debt if you would take us back to Creightel! I don't know what went wrong, he suddenly fainted-"
"My lady, you need not request anything I will do exactly that. Now, remount that horse and allow me to care for your troubles." He Walter's audible voice pierce the air, and it was so calm almost immediately her warm hands slipped away from his cheeks and the dull scraping of her shoes against the soil gave the impression she had gotten up to do as he said. "Has something like this happened before Lady Catherine?"
Joachim nearly missed the strange aura from the man's question and without hesitation Catherine replied. "Yes, he sometimes blacks out when he gets dizzy spells…I have never seen anything like this though…he showed no signs of being ill at all tonight."
Another silence passed, then came the icy cold chill that kept him still upon hearing the sound of Walter's boots walking over the pathway toward him. It dawned on him then to try and pry his eyes open to catch a glimpse of the man's tall armored form, but without the strength to do so he couldn't move.
"Such a condition is regrettable for a young Lord. So very regrettable…tonight's stress probably contributed to this relapse."
Walter's voice chilled him the more he realized his fate was at the man's whim, and he didn't need to open his eyes to know the tall form of the man was standing over him. The only indication of it was the stronger chill that ran down his spine increased tenfold when a pair of gauntlet-covered hands scooped him up with effortless grace beneath his knees and around his upper back to support him. His head lolled over to one side when a rush of cool air swept across his face when the sound of Walter's footsteps began again.
"Hmm…" he heard the man's voice muse aloud. "So helpless…he resembles a newborn child. I can see the innocence within his features, he must have been as fragile in his youth as he is now."
Joachim attempted to keep himself from fading into unconsciousness, for the words the man spoke about him added to the daggers stabbed within his heart. If there had been anything for him to despise it was his illness, an illness of which brought him his rather distinguished as well as disgraced reputation.
"Yes, he was." Catherine's voice sounded faint and far from the panic stricken tone once present before Walter arrived. "I did not see much of him when we were young, but he was such a sweet little boy with beautiful crystal blue eyes and such lovely silvery white hair. His father insisted he remain indoors to keep with his studies, and as such he barely saw the sun until Lord Armster dispersed when another outbreak of war arose. Most often he was inside regardless because he was ill and bedridden, so whenever the lord was not about I would go and read books with him and play chess. At first I was merely paying a common courtesy my father insisted I do, but… I felt no desire to discontinue associating with him."
"Interesting. So his father tried to protect him from the world, but due to your integrity I imagine you and he have developed a devout friendship am I not correct? It is not surprising why he defends you with such relentless loyalty."
Another short silenced passed until Joachim felt a rush of air whip beneath him until his back settled on what felt like the leathery surface of a saddle. In moments he heard the light lift of Walter's feet off the ground, as the man established behind where he lay draped across what was evidently the large stallion. Beneath his back he felt the dull rippling of the steed's shoulder muscles complete by the tug of gravity and the lack of firm ground beneath his boots, which nudged against the coat of the animal's stomach. To secure him in place one of Walter's hands wrapped around his front and pressed against the plating on his chest.
"Well…you could say Lord Armster wanted him safe…but Joachim didn't always see it that way." The uneasy edge he overheard in her voice made his body twitch to try and sit up, but he already resigned himself to remaining where he lay. There was no way for him to know how much longer he would be able to last in such a state, but his heart beat rapidly at the thought their matters were in discussion over him.
"I can understand why he may have thought so…for there is no such thing as safety. Especially within the enshrouded night, safety is but a fantasy to cloud the mind of what lies within the dark. I do not intend to scare you my lady by saying such things, and so long as you accompany me you have nothing to fear."
The dull clopping sound of hooves filled the night, and with it he felt the horse slide into a swift trotting motion, its legs carrying he and its rider with such an upbeat velocity the cool wind whipped through the strands of his pearly white hair and whisked it around his cheeks. Despite the panic-invoking array of blackness that covered his sense of vision and distilled what would have been clearly spoken words into barely audible drawls, his ears picked up Catherine's faint answer.
"Thank you, Lord Bernhard, for escorting us home. I must admit this whole thing was Joachim's idea, sometimes he gets such wild thoughts. He is so immature it drives me to the end of my wits, but I suppose without a motherly figure in his life its no fault of his own…"
Joachim recognized what sounded like a half hearted chuckle escaping through Walter's throat in his reply.
"It appears Lord Joachim has endured much in his young life. Forgive me if I offend you, however the bond you and he share is quite remarkable."
The clopping noise of the horses covered any whimper that escaped through his drying lips, his entire frame becoming rigid in place and forced to listen to Walter's continuance on the subject. "What defines such a boundary to divide you and he? You do not have to answer if this discomforts you, for it is none of my concern except the devotion you share for him persists in striking my curiosity."
Another silence passed, that time lasting even longer than the first to the point the chilled air gave the mirage of freezing any voice inside Catherine's throat. Yet a second whimper filled the air against his will, and as if hearing the sound he made her voice strained.
"I…do not think Joachim is the type to love someone of a lower status. His father wanted him to wed a high baroness and keep her as his lady, and I believe there are other men out there waiting for me…some even closer than I originally imagined. I long to make the choice of whom I love, the man who will guard me through the night and sweep me away from this wretched village to a castle somewhere in my dreams…"
"Granted, your heart shall make that decision. You are such a lovely creature who belongs only with one whom you can trust, and as such that one may be right before your very eyes. Then again he may not, but what is fate to decide that when the choice is yours alone? My castle is a large domain but also lonely, and I although I sought better company I have not taken long in finding it."
From somewhere in the distance a lark chirped its haunting song beneath the pallid glow of the moon and Walter's voice died into a hiss Joachim could not mistaken only he could hear. The voice sent a chill down his spine, trembling his body to leave consciousness with Walter's last trailing sentence emphasized by the cold steel of the gauntlets that skimmed across the soft flesh of his cheek.
The night is eternal and shall return, and so will I until I obtain the one I seek…