Good News

"Beale." Saetan felt no need to speak the words louder than he was, Beale, he could tell, was approaching him from the corridor behind the main staircase that lead to the kitchens and servants' wing.

"High Lord." Saeten nodded his formal expression unable to hold back the smiles that danced in his eyes. Eyes ringed with dark patches and more wrinkled than they had been a year past.

"Please ask Mrs. Beale to prepare dinner, and remind her that Lucivar and Marian dine with us, though I suppose she would not have forgotten."

"Of course High Lord." Resuming his stoic butler's face and turning, almost immediately to the stairway.

"Oh, and in case you're interested Beale," who whipped around, almost losing composure, "Our Lady is much improved, and may be well enough to return in three months." Beale smiled, eyes practically tearing.

"My thanks High Lord." And resumed his journey.

"She will make a full recovery." He said it plainly, the relief that he had felt before crept back into his expression and his voice even faster than he thought. Lucivar pulled him into a fierce embrace, he tried to regain air in his lungs as Lucivar proceeded to wind Marian, lifting Daemonar and tossing him ten feet into the air as his laugh filled the hall.

The rest of the evening passed in great merriment, even though conversation was sparse, none really felt the need to talk, glad to enjoy a silence of contemplating Janelle's recovery. Only Daemonar felt the need to talk to the group, and was probably more indulged than usual due to the adult's good moods.

"We really should be going; we must be awake for the sparring practise in the morning. Lucivar has to be back in shape if he'll be challenging Janelle when she returns." Marian spoke without any hint of sarcasm, Lucivar acknowledged it with a grin, he couldn't wait for Janelle to put him in the dust, though they all knew it would be some time still before she was just how she was, physically at least.

They left soon, Saetan retied to his study, deep below the hall in hell. Releasing the black lock on the door and navigate around the tangled web he had set up to deter all but Janelle, Daemon might have gotten around it in time, but he had never been formally trained and probably wouldn't recognise the type of illusion.

Getting into the suite he sat immediately at his worktable, long before a gift from Andulvar in the typical Eyrien fashion. Focusing on his intent, he retrieved supplies and set to work on a tangled web.

Pain, shock, death, a dark hue of blood, not tainted, but vengeful, full of anger and determination, but could it be stopped before she returned?

He stood, replenishing his strength with a touch of black strength and returning to Kaeleer, it was time to strengthen the Hall.

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The morning dawned a fierce white light, catching currents of Neirye's craft as he lowered the wards, in total he had eight thousand Jhinka in the valley all ready to fight against those Eyriens. Askavi would at last be theirs.

Sorry not a very long chapter but hope you enjoyed it! Hopefully the next one will be up soon! hintreviewhint