Here is the next chapter! Rated M for hinted sexual actions! And as for the voting poll it will be up for a long time. I plan to have no pairing(if any) anytime soon. But this one kind of has a pairing in it so scratch that. Please enjoy and that you all who reviewed and voted! :)
"Silas?" Anaya asked softly as she lie next to her partner, their bodies slick with sweat, chests heaving.
"Yes?" The man asked softly, glancing toward the Duchess, hair clinging to their faces from the exertion.
"That should never had happened. Never." Anaya spoke, voice broken, virgin blood staining the sheets.
"I apologize. I truly am. I do not know what else to say." Silas spoke softly, Anaya turning away from the knight, hugging herself.
"What will Father think? Lord, what will Father do?!" Anaya cried, voice shrill with rising terror.
"I know not." Silas muttered softly, averting his gaze to stare at the far wall.
Silas sighed as he cover his eyes, the moonlight spilling through the lone window in the chamber.
"Lord...what have I done?" Silas whispered, wiping his eyes free of sweat and tears that threatened to fall.
He could hear his Duchess sob softly, her sniffing loud with choked gasps. Silas could feel his very heart break upon hearing Anaya's cries. His heart shattered into tiny pieces upon knowing that he, and he alone, was the cause for those tears.
Distraught, Silas turned toward Anaya, the woman's body softly rocking from her cries.
"Anaya?" Silas asked softly, gently touching her shoulder, as if fearful that she was a fragile doll that would break under the slightest touch. He could feel Anaya tense under his touch.
"Please, Anaya, look at me." Silas pleaded, gently turning the woman to face him. She made no struggle as she flopped over to face him. The woman sniffed as she tried her best to wipe her wet eyes and cover her breasts at the same time.
Anaya stared at the man, eyes red rimmed and filled with tears as her eyes shone with hate and grief.
"I am sorry." Silas whispered, breaking their eyes as he struggled to refocus them through the tears.
"I...I feel horribly guilty. I am ashamed. I...I do not know what to say, do not know what to do." Silas broke off, eyes briefly focusing on the soft glow of the candles, the max melting.
"If...If you wish me to leave, I shall. And if you truly wish...I shall never return." Silas spoke, Anaya's eyes losing all their animosity as tears gently flowed down her face, their paths illuminated by the soft glow of the candles. Anaya shook her head, lips pierced to hold back her grief.
"No. Silas, no. Do not leave. I...I do not want you to leave..." Anaya spoke, voice soft as she caressed his cheek. Silas couldn't help but lean into her touch.
"I am sorry. If I could just change it..."
"Shhh, I know. But it is the past. You can do nothing to change that."
The pair fell silent, Anaya covering herself with the sheets as she settled down next to Silas, her body still trembling like it did even before their intimacy.
"Did we sin, Silas?" Anaya asked, her voice quavering as her blue eyes looked in worry, and terror at the man. He refused to answer.
"Did we?"
"Yes." Silas sighed, chest heaving as he inhaled her scent. Even with the smell of sex, and blood, Silas could still smell the odd, yet comforting scent of cinnamon on her.
"Will you tell our Duke?" Silas asked. "I will not stop you, and I will accept any punishment that he sees fit."
"No. I will not." Anaya muttered, glancing at Silas. His eyes were filled with so many emotions: Guilt, self hate, shame, terror, uncertainty. But the strongest Anaya could see was love.
Silas breathed a sigh of relief, managing a weak chuckle.
"Thank the Lord." He could hear Anaya giggle slightly, her fingers now gently trailing his arm.
"Do you love me?" Anaya asked, Silas caught off guard, pausing.
"I..." Silas was interrupted as Anaya smiled softly at him, feeling her small hand trail his chest.
"You don't have to say anything. I already know." Anaya replied, smiling. Confused, Anaya watched as Silas kicked the covers off him and began to search around the room for his various articles of clothing.
"Where are you going?" Anaya asked, Silas putting on his legging as he hopped ungracefully in an attempt to get dressed.
"To the chapel." Silas answered, tugging his tunic over his head, now fully dressed.
"Will you return?" Anaya asked, Silas pausing before approaching her, hesitant.
"Of course." Silas replied, kissing her brow before swiftly leaving the Duchess' chambers, on edge and nerves rattled.
After properly cleaning herself up, Anaya proceeded to move among the halls, nervous, and pale with fear.
"What are you doing skulking around these halls? You should be in court!" Anaya visibly jumped upon hearing a stern voice behind her. Turning around, the Duchess came face to face with her cousin, the Princess.
Anora's cold eyes bore into her younger cousin, her thin, blonde eyebrow arching with skepticism upon seeing the unnatural paleness of her family member.
"You look ghastly. Are you well?" Anora asked, nose scrunching.
"Y-Yes." Anaya stammered. "I...I did not do anything! Do not look at me so!" Anaya cried, making it painfully obvious that she had indeed done something.
"You are a horrible liar." Anora stated, Anaya hanging her head.
"I know."
"Where is your pet? I see that he is not with you."
"At the chapel." Anaya answered, knowing by "pet" that Anora had meant Silas.
Anora said nothing, eyes narrowing at her cousin as she popped Anaya's person bubble, and sniffed her.
"You smell like a man."
"N-No!" Anaya protested, face flushing horribly as Anora smirked and chuckled.
"Ohhh, dearest cousin..." Anora tsked, shaking her head.
"Do not tell Father or Uncle! I implore you! I will be ruined!"
"We will be ruined, Anaya! You will damn the Farring House, you will!"
"I...I am sorry." Anaya faltered, tears welling in her eyes.
"Are you?" Anora asked, Anaya confused by her question as she looked at her cousin quizzically.
"With child?" Anora asked, voice laced with annoyance.
"O-Oh! Oh, I-I do not know, I mean, it is too early..."
"So you very well may? Typical." Anora snorted.
"Oh, what am I to do?" Anaya dismayed, Anora sighing.
"Dearest cousin, this is why you have me!" Anora replied, touching Anaya's shoulder, her hands cold.
"If you are, I shall not tell a soul."
"Truly? Oh, happy days!"
"However..." Anora paused, Anaya frowning.
"However?"
"You shall do whatever I say, no matter what it is, and follow to the note. If you do not...I shall inform Father." Anora smirked upon seeing her cousin's horrified face.
"But-"
"And you know what Father will do? Father will kill the child, and possibly you as well.. Silas shall not go unpunished as well, no. But Father will not kill him. Father shall spare him, and hunt him like a wolf. Father will make him suffer. You do not want that do you?" Anora asked, smiling smugly.
"N...No..." Anaya stammered, terrified.
"Good. I shall summon you when I am in need of you. Farewell, Anaya dearest." Anora spoke, almost sweetly as she took her leave.
"Ohhh...good Lord..." Anaya muttered, her body trembling in terror.
"I must find Silas..." Anaya stated, panicking slightly as she swiftly moved through the halls, movements stiff.
Anaya walked into the chapel, and incense instantly comforting her as several candles softly lit the room. Looking toward the altar, just below the cross with Jesus, was Silas.
Anaya approached hesitantly, unsure if she should intrude. The knight appeared to be in deep prayer, as if he hadn't moved from that spot in over six hours. And knowing Silas, he probably didn't.
Silas heard her footsteps, and briefly glanced at Anaya.
"May I speak?" Anaya asked.
"You can always speak in my presence." Silas answered as he shifted, legs stiff and cramping.
"You have been here praying all day, have you not?"
"Yes. Praying for forgiveness of my sin."
"Our." Anaya corrected, Silas nodding.
"May I sit?"
"You need not ask." Silas spoke, Anaya slowly kneeling down next to her champion as she clasped her hands together. The chapel was completely silent. Not even the priest was present.
"Anora knows." Anaya stated, Silas glancing at her, yet showing no hint of emotion.
"Let her do as she pleases. She will only cause her own ruin." Silas commented, returning back to his prayer. The room fell in silence once more.
"I am sorry." Silas muttered softly, Anaya glancing at him. At first, she thought Silas was directing the statement to God, but had realized that he had indeed directed it at her.
"There is no need to apologize. No one is perfect." Anaya stated, smiling softly.
"You seem to be taking this much better than I."
"I...was happy. You made me happy. I could think of no other man that I would have rather..." Anaya broke off, unsure of how to put it to words.
"Really? No other?" Silas asked, skeptical. Anaya just smiled and shook her head.
"What now?" Anaya asked.
"I know not. It is...improper, and...unprofessional."
"What of love? What of family, Silas?" Anaya asked, Silas pausing.
"Anaya...no matter what, I shall not leave your side. If...something more does happen then...I may not know what to do, but I shall try to provide for you and...be a father." Silas spoke, as if unsure.
"You will be a wonderful father. You are a good man." Anaya whispered softly, clasping his hand gently, Silas' thumb moving over her small fingers.
"I love you, my Duchess. My only regret is not having the courage to tell you sooner. I did not want to ruin what we already had." Silas spoke softly, Anaya smiling.
"I love you, too." Anayre replied simply, unsure of what else to say, face flushing.
"You will be a wonderful mother." Silas whispered softly, lovingly as he kissed his Duchess on her brow once more. Anaya couldn't help but shy away from his affections.
Softly, Anaya began to cough, covering her mouth as the coughs became more violent.
"Anaya? Anaya are you well?" Silas asked, concerned as he supported the woman, Anaya now beginning to retch.
"I...I am fine." Anaya managed. "It must be something that I ate."
"You are with fever." Silas spoke, his concern rising upon noticing the heat she was giving off.
"No, no...I am-" Anaya vomited on the floor, Silas supporting her small frame as he rubbed her back.
"Let it out. Let it out."
Silas looked at the vomit, noticing a good portion of it was blood, which concerned him greatly. However, Silas noticed something else within the bile. With horror, Silas realized it was an embryo of an unborn dragon chick, it's large eyes coal black and dead, body worm like.
"Mother of God!" Silas stammered, pulling Anaya away as he looked at the cross, watching in horror as a black liquid ran down the statues face.
"Anaya! Anaya, we must go!" Silas urged, Anaya shaking her head, I covering her eyes with her hands.
"No. I cannot, Silas. I cannot..." Anaya whimpered.
"Why do you shield your eyes? Open them! Open them!" Silas urged, Anaya protesting only to have her hands pulled away, revealing her black eyes, similar liquid running down her cheeks.
"No! What evil is this?!" Silas cried in dismay, Anaya looking at him sadly, eyes soulless.
"Go. You must go, Silas."
"Go? No, I shall not leave you!"
"You must! He is coming!"
"He? Who? Anaya, who?" Silas pressed, the candles suddenly going out, covering the room in darkness.
"A...Anaya? Anaya?" Silas called, voice trembling. He could see nothing in the darkness.
Silas stayed completely still, hearing nothing but the own sounds of his swift breathing and racing heart, sweat trickling down his brow.
Silas jumped as a pair of golden eyes appeared in front of him, pupils predatory and full of malice.
It only took a second to see the fangs, and another to see total blackness again as the beast lunged at Silas, the knight hearing the screams of someone being murdered.
Shooting up from his sleep, Silas covered his own mouth to muffle his shrill screams. His heart beat so fast he was sure it would just give out, his breath struggled and ragged and he was covered in sweat.
"Are you alright, Silas? You were screaming?" Ember asked, clearing wide awake and startled by the sudden noise the human produced. Spyro observed the human as well, on alert.
"I never...never..." Silas muttered, eyes glazed in terror as he suddenly shot up and began pacing, pacing like a cornered animal.
"I...I...I ne-need to...g-go. Go aw-away! Leave! Far away!" Silas muttered in blind panic.
"I...It is...n-not safe! Not sa-safe he-here!" Silas spoke, Ember liking at her friend in worry.
Upon hearing a snap in the forest, Silas opened his mouth and screamed in pure terror, and without thinking, bolted off into the forest, nearly tripping over himself.
"IT IS HERE!" Silas screamed shrilly, and in desperation, resisted prayer after prayer to keep him safe.
"Silas! Silas, wait!" Ember cried, concern filling her voice and she tried to hobble after the panicked human.
Poor Silas. He's mentally and emotionally scarred even more. Don't worry, he'll eventually come to his scenes. And I don't know if I will write more of Silas' dreams with Anaya, but his dreams are basicly displaying what could have happened, as well as forshadowing future events. I hope you all enjoyed! :)