A/N: Nyesh's last name, given by the ruler of the Pantheran tribe, is Halthor.
And after this chapter, it will continue on with Rakab and Sheeva Intre. This is just a filler chappie!!
The next morning, avian guards forced Ralon along to the throne room where Oliza sat, a statue among statues, nothing disturbing her cold façade. "So…" she began, eyes gazing at Ralon and at the chains on his hands, nodding slightly, "The murderer of Nassin has come to confess."
Ralon bowed mockingly, "I have my queen—but not to beg mercy!" he replied, eyes burning with loathing. His eyes came upon Chu'si, her head held high, face holding no pity. He had once loved her, once tried to control her into becoming the queen of thieves—his queen. But, he supposed, killing her own father made her realize his dark intentions.
But he had what he wanted now: He had killed Rakab's friend and lover and the prince's mate and, since Rak had been banished from the Lupine and his son killed—or at least injured to be deemed useless— Rakab himself was useless.
Oliza scowled, "You, Ralon, formerly of Sheeva Intre, are a murderer through and though. "First you manipulate my daughter to think you love her. Then poison the friend and lover of my niece, kidnap her and rape her against her will…" "Then you force my daughter to kill her own father and my mate to get to me. And now you are the cause of my friend, Namid's, death and the possible murderer of Nyesh Halthor."
"Just tell me my charges!" spat the thief.
The lines at the corners of Oliza's mouth deepened into a slight frown and she sighed, "You are charged with the murder of royal family, rape of a princess, causing the grief of kingdom and, the punishment for such crimes, is death by execution."
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He was here again—the place between Life and Death— But something in him said to take the chance and choose death…he didn't want to live knowing he was useless. It would cripple him far more the actual disability would. He had to make a choice.
But was it worth dying then realizing that he left something behind? Something far more precious then his life?
Rose. Her face came in a blur but then refocused…those eyes, gods, those eyes he'd never forget: Pools of red with a brush of sliver. They were the eyes that he had gazed into, drowned in, that one spring night. He loved her. Still loved her.
Opening his eyes, he blinked and let them refocus. He was in a room and it was dawn by the look of the pale horizon outside the window. He looked to his left and saw a sling around his arm. "Broken" he thought. He also noticed his leg had been bandaged tightly, as well as his head. "How long have I been out?" Wincing as he tried to move, he reached out with his good arm, to a sleeping figure bent over the bed, hand clutching the bed sheets. "Rose?" he cleared his throat, "Rose." He repeated.
The princess looked up and the immediate bliss he felt in seeing her was replaced with a look of worry as she looked at him with tears in her eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked. She had been crying in her sleep, he knew.
"Nyesh…h-how should I-" she looked away, ashamed, and Nyesh was hurt. "What is it?" he asked gently.
Rose turned to face him and took his hand, taking a deep breath. "In that landing, Nyesh," she sniffed and went on, "You hit your head and…I wasn't sure you'd make it…" There was a long pause before Rose finished, her voice barely a whisper, "You won't be able to use your left leg or your left arm again…it's permanent nerve damage to the right side of your brain that's caused this—" Rose burst into sobs, unable to continue as he just stared at her, unable to process the information. "So I am disabled, then…" he thought bitterly.
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Ralon looked at the large crowd of people—avian and serpiente alike— and sneered. They weren't worth his time. As the guards led him to a platform, he remembered a story of when two others were sacrificed here on the same platform back when Wyvern's Court was still a dream.
A serpiente and an avian. The two people of different cultures brought together with one simple word: Revenge. They had plotted to kill Danica and Zane…
The white viper, Adelina, she was called, and the crow Karl. Now he would join them, in the same way, with the same crimes…
He could here a voice, droning on… "Known only as Ralon, formerly of the Sheeva Intre…"
Ralon growled, he might as well stick a knife in his heart now—he would be forgotten in the next year or so anyway!
He saw the ax being sharpened and was forced down by two guards. He didn't fight them off.
He saw the glint of the ax as it was raised above his head and the droning of the voice again.
"…Death by execution—"
He never got a chance to hear the rest.