Chapter 9: My Friend, My Comrade

Darres stared at the parchement in front of him, his hand on the feather quill provided by Vord. He tried to put the quill in the inkwell, but he could not place it in as he tried to write without the ink.

Keld,

Princess Ishtar has turned undead, and has refused to come back to the castle. Is there a possibility of a new pri-

Darres knew his invisible words would not allow himself to be free of Keld's judgement, and he sighed as he leaned back in his chair. He turned towards a sound that had faintly come in the distance.

"Princess Falan?" The girl looked like a ghost in front of him, her body and face had become almost dull. In her hand was an object clamped tightly in her hands.

"Darres, you were supposed to bring Ishtar back."

"I tried, but I failed."

"I want her back here!" She went closer, her outburst barely above a whisper as she approached him. He could see Ishtar's ruelle mirror tightly held within her hands as she came closer.

"Princess Falan, you should go back to Illisade." The girl began to look almost crest fallen as she began to go closer to him in defiance. It was then he saw Illisade and Vorde in the entrance to the library the knight had been contemplating in.

"Falan, you should be eating and resting in your room." Vord picked up the girl with ease, who's struggles seemed to only add to her own restraints. She gave up and allowed herself to be pushed back into her room.

In the dwelling...

Ishtar watched the followers come to Duzell with their problems, her own body seemingly glued to the still rather new feel of her throne. She kept up appearances though, and made herself look like the most devoted follower, getting many jealous glares from previous lovers of her husband.

"Ishtar." She turned to look at her undead husband.

"Yes, my lord?"

"We are going to the rose garden after lunch."

"Yes, my lord." She said in a more mocking manner, which didn't seem apparent to anyone but the two that were looking at eachother. She returned to her previous position.

Ci Xeneth Library (the morning)...

Darres had gotten up early to try and write out to Keld, but it had taken three hours to formulate what he supposed as a good response. Just as he was about to sign off the response had had written the best he could, he had been interrupted by Illisade.

"Falan's Gone! She's gone to find Ishtar!"