Chapter two:

She stared at the tall dark male with two bright golden eyes, and pure silver hair. His aura around her seemed to intimidate her causing her to back into star. Both wolves stood in front of her and growled at the male whom only stood before them tilting his head to the side. With the snap of his fingers, there came two baby dragons, both black with blood red eyes. They hissed and confronted the wolves as Dante stood before them.

Azyenia never felt this type of cold in her spine. It was a newfound blood cold. Like if she continued to stare at him, he would rip her soul from her very body.

"You must be Dante…"

"That I am."

"I don't want to marry you."

"Do woman ever have a choice in whom they marry now-a-days?"

"Move out of my way so I can go."

"If you were to leave, I would chase after you; your father would be angered by your disobedience, and you would have to live with being chained to the castle for the rest of your life."

"What difference would it make if I'm married to you I'm still chained to a fucking castle."

She growled and glared at him a moment pasts and they stared at each other, him in white fine silk cloth, and a hooded cloak. Her green eyes piercing his golden ones challenging each other.

"This is pathetic. Your father sent me to retrieve you. I am retrieving you. Come along now girl"

"You are talking to me as if I'm some mutt on the streets."

"You could be."

He stated vaguely, and Azyenia stared at him with disbelieve growling in frustration, the dragons and wolves never stopped growling and hissing at one another. She quickly turned to hook her foot against Stars saddle and hosting herself up. She dared him to make the first move, and after 5 minutes of just waiting, she kicked the side and Star was in full gallop mode. Dante swiftly moved to the side before wrapping his right arm around her waist his palm in the middle of her abdomen, and yanking her from the horse. Yelping as her back hit the ground hard she gasped as her gaze was blurred. Dante stood over her with his foot against her chest as she struggled to get up.

"Syrin, Go fetch her father and tell him I've found his rogue of a daughter in the stables."

One of the twin dragons stopped her idle dominance battle with Azyenia wolves turning quickly to trot out the stables making a signal, which sounded more like an alarm. Azyenia Shook with rage and her green eyes turned a blazing red with cat slits in them.

"Move bitch I have no desire to get married."

Dante stood before her tall strong and un-wielding. She could have broken her honor by falling to her knees under his natural Dominant aura, but she refused to stoop so low. Biting her bottom lip, she reached for her hidden blades beside her hips and she held the twin blade in battle stance.

"I will kill you."

"Do try?"

She launched herself towards him in what seemed to be a head on head attack, and as he braced himself to flip her over him she slide to the side throwing her left blade at his leg. Dante was caught off guard by her dance and the blade sliced through his clothes as he moved out of the way just in time. She huffed and did a handstand landing behind him with a sidekick to his back and he went stumbling forward with a grunt. He turned towards her with a glare and a killer intent within his black eyes. Azyenia smirked under her mask as she used her right hand blade and prepared herself for his attack.

Star and Midnight on the other hand slowly trotted and padded out the stables door while Black held off the second baby Dragon who was ready to launch its own attack towards the pup. Black knew his odds in fighting a dragon, Always aim for the neck, as with any other animal. Once he seen that his brother and sister was safe and his Mistress was fighting he growled spreading his paws apart and lowering his ears growling darker. The baby Dragon hissed and spit a fireball towards the wolf whom jumped to the side and thus the stables caught fire.

Azyenia quickly turned and ran from the fire her green eyes coming back quickly as Black ran towards the Dragon and snapped at his face. The dragon squeal in surprise after lighting the stabled on fire and was hypnotized by its own power. Its eye; the dragons was damaged by his; Blacks claws and teeth. Black quickly ran off after Azyenia and Midnight. Azyenia ran beside Star for a moment wanting to get out the courtyard as quickly as possible, but stumbled by chains. Ripping them off her, she reached up for the reins of the saddle and Star yanked her from the black vortex portal that was trying to pull her in.

"Fa-faster Star!"

Not caring of the random rocks and sticks that gazed her ribs nor legs, she needed to get into the forest where she knew she would be free.

"Stop Azyenia!"

Star nayed and reined up causing Azyenia life to flash before her eyes As the horse back hooves came closer to face. Closing her eyes and turning her head, she felt the sharp pain against her ear/ temple, and let out a blood-curling shriek as her head slammed against the ground and she lost her grip on the reins. Star realized her mistake, naying again stamping her feet around before lying upon Azyenia body on her side. She muzzled her Mistress whom was unconscious.

Dante tsked and walked beside the horse laying his hand lightly upon her soft mane and looked down at the unconscious princess. For all the power worth in his kingdom, he knew she would be hell to handle. Hearing other horse hooves gallop towards them, he stepped closer to Azyenia and Shadow and Black attacked him. Grabbing one by the throat and punching the other before flinging his brother into him after his impacted against the tree. Dante retrieved the girl, and stood beside the mourning Horse whom muzzled her Mistresses hand that limpy dangled by his side.

Mumbling and grunting Azyenia could not fight the sub-conscious, that continued to pull her into a torment of darkness. Where she would watch herself be married to a man she had not even known, and is the reason she got herself like this. Her hand twitched and she Star grunted pushing against her Mistress.

*Come back Mistress Azyenia.*

"Will she be alright?"

"No telling M'lord. The damage is near the brain and she has not spoken much on her note, on the brighter side, she will be able to have all access to her body functions. The rest of the healing is up to her."

Jackson looked paler then when his wife was on her deathbed that fatal night 4 years ago. Azyenia look just like her. He slammed his fist into the table and glared at the prince whom stood silently watching his supposed 'Wife' lay in the bed with a cloth over her head, and in pain. Could he honestly blame himself for her actions?

"I trusted that you'd get her back safe, not mangled and damaged!"

Dantes golden eyes wondered from her face to stare into her father's cold grey eyes that challenged dominance. He leaned against the wall just as a nurse came in checking her vitals and taking notes that the doctor told her about.

"You said retrieved the girl. I retrieved her. She mangled and damaged herself."

Jackson roared, walking up to the young prince and scolding him,

"This is supposed to be your future wife! How can you let her go and do something so reckless?!"

"With all due respect Sir, She was in your care before I arrived from a 2 weeks journey from my own palace, to come here, then go back out, and find your rebellious teenage daughter in the stables with two wolves, and horse. This is my fault how?"

Jackson was, baffled by it, and lowered his head, the right hand manFrank came in and cut if off as Dante started to push on buttons,

"And-"

"That's enough boy. Your chambers are ready, they have placed your stuff within the princess room. Since it seems more fit-able for the matters do you not agree?"

Dante simple shrugged his shoulders, and turned sharply on his heels his cloak trailing behind him like white snow. Jackson walked over to his daughter's side and held her hand shaking his head.

"If I lose another woman in my life, I'll end it myself."

"Now now Sir, you've lost plenty of women back into the war ages."

Jackson took the joke as best as he could before looking at Frank whom smiled warmly at him.

"Aye, but tis different. I had not cared about them whores. I care about my girls….Girl."

"Ways off the heart M'lord. Anna'lyth did change the good in you."

"Aye she settles my hunger. Bed-laying with her was more powerful than any whore I could be with."

Frank looked a little uncomfortable and shook his head, before pulling his lord from the room.

"Come now Sir, we still have paper work to do. Let the girl rest, she'll be up in the morn, as she always is."

"Just like 'er mother. Crazy bitch."

Frank and Jackson let a mellow laugh rumble through the wooden brick walls as they made their way to his studies.

Tony peeked into his sister's room expecting her to be there for his Thank yews and was greeted by a tall male back. Pushing the door fully open he glares and threw a Sweetbread at the males head. For a four-year-old child his aim was very precise hitting the male home turned sharply after begin targeted. He looked at the child then down where the bread lay at his feet before questioning.

"What is it child?"

"You hurt my sister; I'll break your balls off."

With that child ran off, in fear that his threat was not as dark enough, or the male would try to spank him as all his brother did when he threaten them. Boy, he hated spankings.

Azyenia woke with a start, her gaze graying, and she only saw blurs. Sitting up quickly her head throbbing in pain making, her layback upon the bed pained. Rubbing her temples trying to ease the throbbing in her head, she peeked an eye open in hearing the door, and close the sounds intensifying.

"L-Lady Azyenia?"

"Aye… Martha?"

"Aye! I shall call your father in after giving you a bit of food to gain your strength."

"Aye…"

Was all Azyenia could mutter pulling her left arm over her face trying to stop the throbbing that her cells were enduring. Darkness was all she contributed in her life; normally she would image her mother-playing hide and seek with her, or her father teaching the boys how to throw daggers. She could not even muster up to image a butterfly. Shaking her head, and letting out a sigh she grunted, and turned her head to look out the window.

That was odd for her; it must be night out. She must've woken up around mid-night time. She had tried to leave the night before, so knowing that she's in the nursing room, she would've been out more than a good 2-4 days. Had she missed her name day?

"Martha?"

After hearing her walk up the 43 steps, counting them as she did so, and looked at the woman whom only gasped and dropped the tray of food.

"I must get the doctor."

"Wh-what? What are you talking about? Will you turn on the lights for me?"

She turned quickly shrieking for the doctor and her father. Azyenia shook her head; Dumb woman. After waiting a good 45-60 minutes; And hour she was feed up and decided to turn on the lights herself. Stumbling from the bed and falling to the floor, she shrieked trying to find out why her eyes had not adjusted to the darkness. Frowning she stood back up, and reached for the wall her vision fading from black, to grey, then purple, and red. She whimpered, and curled up on the ground hugging her knees unto her chest.

"Azyenia!"

"Poppa! I-I can't see.. It's…grey…purple…red… black…"

She told him quickly as he lifted her up back unto the bed of warm furs, and a pillow. She clung to him for a moment, only to have him pry off her hands, and shift her weight so the doctor could examine her.

"Can you open your eyes?"

"I thought they were open?!"

"Oh… just a fair little joke… horrible joke, but uhh… Just follow the light if you can."

The light had burned her eyes, and she looked away with a low hiss and her father shooed the light away. The doctor cleared his throat before switching.

"Since your eyes are too sensitive to light, can you follow my finger?"

Azyenia opened her eyes, and tried to focus though her eyes kept changing from his finger to the inside of his body. She screamed and jumped away leaning upon the bed as her father tried to calm her. The doctor cleared his throat looking more panicky.

"Well…her vision…must be changing differently, see the silver lining upon her eyes? her normal green is outlined with red. The horses hove must've triggered her irises to her inner soul. Her body is going to change regardless of stopping it or not."

"You mean to tell me… its awakening?"

Azyenia looked at her father, and shook her head, and spoke in a French accent which she has never done before,

"Poppa, what are you talking about?"

Jackson looked at his daughter before shaking his head,

"I must have a council meeting at once. Call for the men. Frank! Watch over my daughter. And tell her fiancée she's awake."

"I have a fiancée? When was this? Why wasn't I told?!"

Azyenia could not hold the anger within her eyes as they changed from cool green to blood shot red. The doctor stepped back dabbing his forehead with a handkerchief and tried to settle her,

"N-now now, princess it is really why you're here. Don't you remember?"

She held her head for a moment before looking at the doctor with her red eyes then towards her father,

"Father when were you going to tell me?

He looked at her before turning his golden cloak fluttering behind him and she moved towards him,

"Father!"

Holding her head, she let out a wicked scream breaking the glass of the windows letting the cold winders breeze in from the mid-evening. The doctor held his place as Frank stopped her from leaving taking a few punches to the chest and face, before she wore herself out and was soundly asleep in his arms. Tucking her into the warm furs of the nursing bed, the doctor laid a cool towel on her forehead as he broke out in fever.

"What will we do if it fully awakens?"

Frank looked to the doctor whom kept his eyes on Azyenias face, and checked her vitals every now and then. He stayed silent for a moment, walking towards the window as the nights moon shown half an quarter. Even after her mother sealed the demon from her soul into her daughters, this curse upon the girl was wrong. Her own daughter! Frank had reason of cursing the wretch Anna'lyth for damming her daughter.

"We can only pray that her soul; is stronger than her mothers."

His voice was grave and the doctor did not think twice about it. Prayer was good.