Disclaimer: Again, I own only Alex. I am not claiming to own any of the other characters, nor the original plot. I am not stealing it, merely borrowing it for my own entertainment. And for the entertainment of the imaginary reviewers. Tris, shut it.
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"No, Alex, Alex!" A few long strides took him to the base of the steps. She was trembling, whimpering and crying. "Please," He took the steps slowly until he was kneeling beside her. "Do not fear me."
"No, you were killed." With a trembling finger, she pointed to his neck. "Look." He reached up and touched it. They both looked at the flecks of dried blood on his fingers.
"Alex," She looked up at him. "they resurrected me." He said quietly. "Please, do not fear me." One of his hands cradled her jaw line.
She looked into his eyes, felt the way he touched her. It felt right, but he was dead. He saw her inner battle, and kissed her full on the lips. At first, she resisted, but then her heart told her the truth.
"Takmet," He looked down at her head resting on his shoulder. "I thought I had lost you."
"It's alright now." He stroked her hair gently. Sighing, she relaxed completely, and cried tears of relief and the overwhelming circumstances.
Gently, he scooped her up in his arms, one under her legs and the other under her back. She shifted slightly, and smiled sadly at him. (damn alliteration)
"You haven't eaten since the feast, have you?" He asked, starting to walk towards the door. She shook her head. "That's what I thought. Let's go have some food then, shall we?" The doors was open a little, just enough to let him slip his foot in and open it the rest of the way.
"Put me down." She requested. Takmet bent down so she wouldn't drop, and let her stand, one arm around her waist.
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"I'm worried about Alexandria." Mathayus told Cassandra. They were both sitting at the head of a table. There was a feast to celebrate the new king, thought it was to be for the new queen.
"She will be fine." She assured him, resting a hand on this arm. "She is a strong girl."
"Even the strongest man in all the world has his breaking point." He countered, holding his position. Cassandra had to concede to his point.
Takmet and Alex walked into the courtyard, mostly unnoticed at first, walking towards Mathayus and Cassandra. When people started to notice them, news spread like wildfire. Quiet gasps preceded them, while whispers followed them. They all thought he was dead.
"Greetings," Alex sat on one side of the table as Takmet addressed them. "my King. My Lady." He gave Cassandra a polite nod before turning back to Mathayus.
Having no idea what was going on, Mathayus just sat there, looking confused. When he looked to Cassandra, she looked pleased with herself as she looked at Takmet.
"I pledged my allegiance to the former king, you were there. Now, I will serve you, just as faithfully."
"You wish to swear an oath to me?"
"No, not an oath. But if these bear fire enough to kindle cowards and to steel with valor the melting spirits of women, then, I will." Mathayus nodded his understanding.
"I suppose you would have to." He discreetly motioned to Alex. Takmet smiled sheepishly and glanced at the floor embarrassed. "Now go sit with her." With a small bow, he did as he was told.
Alex laid her head on his shoulder and sighed. Takmet wrapped his arms around her.
Mathayus turned to Cassandra. She just gave him a playful look.
"Do you have anything to do with this?" He questioned.
"Possibly." She said with a smile.
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"Alex!" Takmet called. The sun was shining, and her giggle gave her away. She couldn't control it, it just came. After more than eleven years, it felt wonderful to laugh again.
As quietly as he could, Takmet snuck up on the pillar Alex was hiding behind. She let out a short yell, and dove at him. He caught her in his arms and held her close.
"Good afternoon." She said pleasantly. Smiling, he kissed her.
"I talked to your uncle. The wedding is set for next week." He told her.
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Okay, that's it. Done, complete, last chapter, finished and through. NO MORE AGNST, TRIS!
