A/N: Spring break. New chapter! You know, the number of death threats I'm getting is becoming funny. Tell me, do you care about the gaps, or just about where Rory and Trystan are going, and what in the world Paris is still around for? Review, and it shall be given unto you. Oh, and with revision comes no more extended author's notes. *the people give standing ovation* um..here goes, chapter 11, where we learn about Yeriyah. I am serious about your opinion, though. Do you care, or am I overreacting? Oh, and Yeriyah being 197, is impossible, if you check valid medical research, and is in the bible, and selling his soul? I like getting weird, and there is no orange juice in the house.
Chapter 11- Yeriyah MilchamahRory landed, and it wasn't like a TV series, where her hair was instantly done. As she stepped out of the pearlish dome, she slipped. Trystan quickly caught her. "You all right?"
Rory forced another smile, feeling that was all she did anymore, pretend she was okay. "Yeah, I guess I just get space-sick."
Kat appeared, smiling. "Believe me, you're not the first."
Trystan and Rory took in her glittering white gown. Kat blushed. "It's customary attire on this planet. I'd prefer the leather you're used to, or even the dragon hide." Seeing the confused looks, she shook her head. "Never mind, you'll see Draconians soon enough."
Rory attempted to step away from Trystan. Trystan smiled. "Going somewhere, princess?"
Rory laughed. "I do have two legs, Trys."
Trystan shook his head. "You faker." He swept her off her feet, and carried her up the very intimidating stair case. He glanced over his shoulder at Kat. "I'm going the right way, correct? Of course if I have to have Rory screaming over Vampires, we're leaving. Even if she does get space sick."
The strange new beautiful Kat rolled her eyes, a comfort to Rory that her close friend was still the same. "You never change, do you, DuGrey?"
Yeriyah Milchamah sat in a cozy armchair, at the left side of his staircase. He could await them, and then when they arrived, he could see the lovely Lorelai Gilmore. If she were anywhere near as beautiful as the old man's imagination, she would make a lovely bride for his son.
As they arrived, Yeriyah frowned. The other Nie was a he? This was possible, but extremely rare. But, the old man smiled. She wasn't raised to kill her lovers. Which made her much more of a queen than the amazon-like Nie from Nienina.
Yeriyah shifted his arthritic bones. It was time for another youth regeneration implant. At 197, Yeriyah had finally defeated the 120 year limitation on human life. Although he was such a hollow husk, he was insanely glad to have beaten the biblical record, even if he had sold his soul to do so. Although the payback was very wealthy.
"Yeriyah Milchamah, ladies and gentlemen." Trystan withheld a snort of laughter. This place was beyond the riches he'd seen in life. It was about ten times the size of the DuGrey estate, and that was just the main palace. This man was rolling in cash.
Rory fidgeted. Something wasn't—right. Kat also shifted uneasily beside her.
Yeriyah Milchamah looked as if he were 47, wearing down, and starting to realize he wasn't young anymore. This gave Rory and Trystan a jolt, as Kat had said that Yeriyah had been studying Nien culture for the last 50 years.
He wore gaudy purple robes trimmed in robes. Trystan fought the urge to gag, as Rory fought the urge to punch the blonde boy.
The man had an amazingly full head of hair. It was a deep auburn, without a trace of gray. His deep brown eyes were infathomable.
Kat bowed. "Master, these are the Nie from earth. The two are engaged. Your son will have to search the courts again, and look harder."
The man scowled, and the sight was laughable. Neither Nie did so, afraid of the repercussions.
"And when did this occur? I remember none of this in your reports."
Kat blushed. "Forgive me, sire, but I was unaware of earth courtship, and a very indignant Rory informed me."
The old man laughed harshly. "But the Nien blood runs deep. I doubt he will live long, especially after she has met her family."
Rory shivered. She was a Gilmore, right?
TBC
A/N: Yes, I am horrible, ickable, and a million other things, and this will only encourage the death mail, but I want to know, chapters or revision? Review and I'll give a li'l info about Nien culture. Let's just say Trystan may not survive very well on sarcasm.