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Numair ran as fast as he could to the King's study. His heart was beating rapidly, while his mind was in a stupor trying to explain how this could be possible. 'She's dead! The name has to be a coincidence!' Numair thought as he ran up a flight of stairs two at a time. He ran down a long twisting hall till he came to a door at the very end. He didn't bother to knock he simply flung it open and rushed in. Jon looked up from his desk surprised.
"I... Need... To... See... The... Note!" Numair managed to get out while trying to catch his breath. Jon looked at Numair confused till he realized what he was asking for.
"I have it right here. Why?" Jon said, pulling the note out from beneath a pile of papers. "There isn't anything special about it." He stated simply as Numair grabbed the not from him. Numair lowered his eyes to read it ignoring the dumbfounded stare he was receiving from the King.
Dear Jon,
I wish for you to tell Numair and Daine that I will accept their invitation. I am over joyed for them and cannot wait to give them my congratulations in person. Also, please inform Numair that my Aunt Kharnia will be attending with me. I will be departing tomorrow and should be arriving within approximately three weeks. Don't bother sending me a magic note in response, my Mages are not coming with me at my Aunt's request.
Sincerely, Kaddar
Numair gasped. 'It is her! But how? She's dead!' He thought to himself in disbelief.
"Numair, your turning white!" Jon said alarmed as he watched the color drain from his friend's face. Numair tried to say something, but felt he had to sit down. He stumbled backwards into a chair and let the note drop from his hand to the floor.
"It can't be! It just can't be..." Numair stammered in disbelief.
"What can't be?" Jon asked confused. "Tell me what's going on?" He ordered.
"Kharnia died fifteen years ago." Numair stammered. "I was there when they found her body. I was present during her funeral." Numair stated as if detached from himself.
"Well it must be a different Kharnia..." Jon said, but was cut off by Numair.
"No, Kaddar only has one Aunt... She is Kharnia." Numair said and Jon gave him a skeptical look. "This just isn't possible."
"I would wish to send him a magic note, but as he said his royal mages won't be there to receive it." Jon said unnerved. "All I can tell you is to wait till they get here." Jon said flatly.
"You don't understand!" Numair yelled and Jon jumped at the sudden outburst.
"Understand what?" He questioned.
"Kharnia and I were engaged... We were going to be married a month after she died." Numair said as painful memories swept over him. Jon looked up at him surprised.
"What? Why have you never spoken of this?" Jon asked completely taken aback by Numair's confession.
"I never wanted to speak about it... I had put it behind me... What will Daine think?" Numair said and his heart tightened. 'She'll be upset with me... I should have told her this long ago.' Numair thought to himself.
"It's ok." Jon said trying to reassure him. "I highly doubt Daine will be upset about a relationship you had fifteen years ago. You should just go and explain all this to her." Jon said calmly and Numair nodded. Numair slowly got out of the chair and walked to the door. Jon sat down in his chair and watched Numair leave, unable to come up with anything to say to his friend.
Numair slowly walked back to his chambers where he found Daine sitting on his couch waiting for him. When he walked in the door, she was right there to greet him. She practically lunged for him and threw her arms around him. He hugged her back and took her hand and led her back to the sofa without a word and sat her down beside him.
"We need to talk." Numair said in a serious voice.
"About what, sweet?" Daine asked a bit worried.
"Kharnia." Numair said flatly.
"You know her?" Daine asked and Numair nodded. "How? Was she one of your many court ladies?" Daine said rolling her eyes.
"She was my fiancé fifteen years ago." Numair said with a bit less confidence. For a moment they sat in silence.
"Why didn't you ever say anything about her before?" Daine asked breaking the silence. Numair was relieved when her voice didn't sound hurt or peeved.
"Because I identified her body fifteen years ago... I went to her funeral... And now Kaddar says she is alive and coming here with him." Numair said and once again found himself choking on his own words.
"She must want to talk to you... I can't think of any other reason why she would come here." Daine said simply.
"I hope your right." Numair stated and Daine looked up at him.
"Well she can't have you back!" She said and Numair laughed.
"No, definitely not that!" He said reassuringly. "However, I would like to find out what happened." Numair stated and Daine nodded her head. Daine leaned her head against hist chest and closed her eyes. Numair ran a hand through her smoky curls and sighed. His mind raced with explanations, but none seemed to be any good. At any rate he knew he would just have to wait and ask her himself to find out just what had happened that night fifteen years ago.
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Kharnia stepped up onto the loading platform. She detested ships. They tossed her around and made her seasick, but this time she had no real choice in the matter. It was either this or no chance of bringing Leiano to life. And to her that wasn't a choice. She quickly made her way past the commotion on deck and made her way to her cabin. It was one of the royal cabins. It was lavishly decorated and furnished. She sighed and sunk down into a coach that was furbished in soft black leather. She put her hand on her neck and felt her fingers curve around the small round charm.
"Soon my love." She whispered to the magically bound body inside of it. She lifted up a heavy bag beside her and checked its contents. Every ingredient she needed was in there. All she needed was Numair's blood. "Six pints will surely cause his veins to collapse... And leave that woman of his behind... Dear me, how tragic!" She said and let an eruption of laughter burst from her lungs. She retrived the book from the bag and flung it open to the Potion of the Dead page to go over some of the potions details.
Be sure that the betrayed lover is alive and conscious when the blood is taken. Otherwise the spell will not work. The spell is the ancient Thakk death spell said backwards. Only a black robe will be strong enough for this.
She read it carefully and winced... She hadn't planned on keeping him alive. She would have to make a paralyzing potion. So that he would be conscious, but unable to move or say anything to stop her. She was as powerful as a black robe mage and new the death spell very well. That would give her no problems, but the paralyzing potion may.
"His cursed slight of hands..." She said to herself. "I'll have to seduce him. That way his guard is down and he's thinking with the wrong head." She said smiling to herself. "This won't be so hard after all. The look on his face while he's helplessly watching me murder him will be priceless..."
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Numair ran as fast as he could to the King's study. His heart was beating rapidly, while his mind was in a stupor trying to explain how this could be possible. 'She's dead! The name has to be a coincidence!' Numair thought as he ran up a flight of stairs two at a time. He ran down a long twisting hall till he came to a door at the very end. He didn't bother to knock he simply flung it open and rushed in. Jon looked up from his desk surprised.
"I... Need... To... See... The... Note!" Numair managed to get out while trying to catch his breath. Jon looked at Numair confused till he realized what he was asking for.
"I have it right here. Why?" Jon said, pulling the note out from beneath a pile of papers. "There isn't anything special about it." He stated simply as Numair grabbed the not from him. Numair lowered his eyes to read it ignoring the dumbfounded stare he was receiving from the King.
Dear Jon,
I wish for you to tell Numair and Daine that I will accept their invitation. I am over joyed for them and cannot wait to give them my congratulations in person. Also, please inform Numair that my Aunt Kharnia will be attending with me. I will be departing tomorrow and should be arriving within approximately three weeks. Don't bother sending me a magic note in response, my Mages are not coming with me at my Aunt's request.
Sincerely, Kaddar
Numair gasped. 'It is her! But how? She's dead!' He thought to himself in disbelief.
"Numair, your turning white!" Jon said alarmed as he watched the color drain from his friend's face. Numair tried to say something, but felt he had to sit down. He stumbled backwards into a chair and let the note drop from his hand to the floor.
"It can't be! It just can't be..." Numair stammered in disbelief.
"What can't be?" Jon asked confused. "Tell me what's going on?" He ordered.
"Kharnia died fifteen years ago." Numair stammered. "I was there when they found her body. I was present during her funeral." Numair stated as if detached from himself.
"Well it must be a different Kharnia..." Jon said, but was cut off by Numair.
"No, Kaddar only has one Aunt... She is Kharnia." Numair said and Jon gave him a skeptical look. "This just isn't possible."
"I would wish to send him a magic note, but as he said his royal mages won't be there to receive it." Jon said unnerved. "All I can tell you is to wait till they get here." Jon said flatly.
"You don't understand!" Numair yelled and Jon jumped at the sudden outburst.
"Understand what?" He questioned.
"Kharnia and I were engaged... We were going to be married a month after she died." Numair said as painful memories swept over him. Jon looked up at him surprised.
"What? Why have you never spoken of this?" Jon asked completely taken aback by Numair's confession.
"I never wanted to speak about it... I had put it behind me... What will Daine think?" Numair said and his heart tightened. 'She'll be upset with me... I should have told her this long ago.' Numair thought to himself.
"It's ok." Jon said trying to reassure him. "I highly doubt Daine will be upset about a relationship you had fifteen years ago. You should just go and explain all this to her." Jon said calmly and Numair nodded. Numair slowly got out of the chair and walked to the door. Jon sat down in his chair and watched Numair leave, unable to come up with anything to say to his friend.
Numair slowly walked back to his chambers where he found Daine sitting on his couch waiting for him. When he walked in the door, she was right there to greet him. She practically lunged for him and threw her arms around him. He hugged her back and took her hand and led her back to the sofa without a word and sat her down beside him.
"We need to talk." Numair said in a serious voice.
"About what, sweet?" Daine asked a bit worried.
"Kharnia." Numair said flatly.
"You know her?" Daine asked and Numair nodded. "How? Was she one of your many court ladies?" Daine said rolling her eyes.
"She was my fiancé fifteen years ago." Numair said with a bit less confidence. For a moment they sat in silence.
"Why didn't you ever say anything about her before?" Daine asked breaking the silence. Numair was relieved when her voice didn't sound hurt or peeved.
"Because I identified her body fifteen years ago... I went to her funeral... And now Kaddar says she is alive and coming here with him." Numair said and once again found himself choking on his own words.
"She must want to talk to you... I can't think of any other reason why she would come here." Daine said simply.
"I hope your right." Numair stated and Daine looked up at him.
"Well she can't have you back!" She said and Numair laughed.
"No, definitely not that!" He said reassuringly. "However, I would like to find out what happened." Numair stated and Daine nodded her head. Daine leaned her head against hist chest and closed her eyes. Numair ran a hand through her smoky curls and sighed. His mind raced with explanations, but none seemed to be any good. At any rate he knew he would just have to wait and ask her himself to find out just what had happened that night fifteen years ago.
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Kharnia stepped up onto the loading platform. She detested ships. They tossed her around and made her seasick, but this time she had no real choice in the matter. It was either this or no chance of bringing Leiano to life. And to her that wasn't a choice. She quickly made her way past the commotion on deck and made her way to her cabin. It was one of the royal cabins. It was lavishly decorated and furnished. She sighed and sunk down into a coach that was furbished in soft black leather. She put her hand on her neck and felt her fingers curve around the small round charm.
"Soon my love." She whispered to the magically bound body inside of it. She lifted up a heavy bag beside her and checked its contents. Every ingredient she needed was in there. All she needed was Numair's blood. "Six pints will surely cause his veins to collapse... And leave that woman of his behind... Dear me, how tragic!" She said and let an eruption of laughter burst from her lungs. She retrived the book from the bag and flung it open to the Potion of the Dead page to go over some of the potions details.
Be sure that the betrayed lover is alive and conscious when the blood is taken. Otherwise the spell will not work. The spell is the ancient Thakk death spell said backwards. Only a black robe will be strong enough for this.
She read it carefully and winced... She hadn't planned on keeping him alive. She would have to make a paralyzing potion. So that he would be conscious, but unable to move or say anything to stop her. She was as powerful as a black robe mage and new the death spell very well. That would give her no problems, but the paralyzing potion may.
"His cursed slight of hands..." She said to herself. "I'll have to seduce him. That way his guard is down and he's thinking with the wrong head." She said smiling to herself. "This won't be so hard after all. The look on his face while he's helplessly watching me murder him will be priceless..."
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leeread- Thanks for reviewing and I hope you like this chapter!
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HorseGurl21- D/N fluff rules! Lol, I couldn't resist!
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