AN: I know I am a week behind but I had some issues come up which delayed me. This chapter serves a bridge to the more interesting chapters to come later. Also, someone asked in the reviews if Spock knows about T'Uynal being his half-niece….he doesn't know.

Asunder

Secrets and Lies

Part One- The Son Also Rises

"So how long have you know about T'Uynal, your highness," Tular asked.

I leaned against my chair, "A year. I have known T'Uynal's true identity for a year now."

Tular, eyes widen. He never did learn the art of hiding his emotions. A hunchback, his parents should have killed him at birth in keeping the Vulcan desire for genetic perfection, however, Tular's lack of intelligence, desire to please, and loyalty was difficult to come by.

"What are you going to do Prince Syon?" He asked.

"Say nothing. T'Uynal is Sybok's daughter she is smart enough to have survived the purge committed against her two sisters then I will say nothing. Let's see what happens."

"She could harm your parents. She cares for your infant brother."

I raised my hand to silence him, "Tular, if T'Uynal wanted to do something she would have done it by now. There is a reason why T'Uynal has acted yet."

"Why?"

"Until she reestablishes contact with her father, T'Uynal is at the mercy of whoever finds out her secret."

"Like you?"

"Because of her isolation, I am sure she knows next to nothing about her father's plans. So right now, T'Uynal is just another servant girl, when the time is right, I will use this information to my advantage."

"You could tell your mother about T'Uynal and your father."

"What possible good could that do? My mother loves T'Uynal and respects her. Not to mention the irony of my mother being upset with T'Uynal for being my father's mistress when she herself is his concubine."

Tular nodded his head.

"In a strange way, I understand my father's half brother. He was supposed to inherit the throne and instead….."

"Treason! It's treason to talk that way!" Tular interrupted me.

I quickly reached over and slapped the hunchback.

"I can say whatever I wish! Now leave!"

Tular moaned in agony and humiliation and limped in pain out of the room.

I sat there waiting for her arrival.

We would think of way to use this together.

Part Two- Cover in Filth

I stood there as the Prince stared at me and then demanded I take off my clothes.

I did as I was told.

I moved towards the bed as the Prince, naked, began kissing and caressing me.

I felt sick.

This was my half-nephew!

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to tell him who I was just so he would kill me.

I wanted it to end, but it didn't.

I lay on my back as the Prince climbed on top and began thrusting inside of me.

My eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling as I began moaning. I hated my body's natural reaction to the sex. My mind hated it, but my body craved it.

Prince's Spock's ragged breathing next to my ear increased with each thrust until he climaxed.

As he rolled off of me I snapped my legs together, sat up, and looked for my clothing.

I turned to face him. The pleasure from the sex has revealed his human side. He couldn't help himself.

His eyes darken, as he moved away from me, "Send T'Pring to me and go to Nyota."

I didn't hesitate and left as fast as I could.

I needed to reach my father. And soon.

Part Three- Syndrome

I knew my son wasn't going to visit T'Pring. He has too much human in him; he is stubborn and thinks he knows more than he really does.

With everything going on, I need Spock to make amends with T'Pring. I need peace in this family.

Sybok is lurking in the shadows waiting for the moment to strike.

"Your highness, you are going to have to tell your son about this," the physician loomed over me.

"I have at least another ten to twenty years before it becomes fatal," I said.

"Tuvan's syndrome can be very unpredictable. In certain patients, it doesn't become fatal for another twenty-five years but in some it can kill in little as seven years. And forgive me, but you were diagnosed nearly ten years ago."

I stood up to face the physician who had treated me since I was younger, "Can you administer more medicine?"

"The medicine has only been preventing the inevitable and with your disease being so advance it won't do much now. Soon you won't be able to hide the loss of your motor skills and your immune system has already been compromise," the physician took a deep breath. "I am going to be honest with you. You only have around two to five years left, if that.

I lowered my head, "I am dying."

"Yes, you are. What are you going to do?"

"Not sure," I answered truthfully.

"The only thing I can do now is give something for the pain, but eventually even that won't be effective."

"Syian, you have been very helpful. You and your father and grandfather before him have cared for the imperial family for years. I trust that you will do everything in your power to take care of me."

Syian bowed, "As always I will do my best."

When Syian left, I sat back down. Looking down at my hands, I could see the effects of my disease taking hold. I had done everything I could to keep it hidden and now….

I trusted Syian.

He kept my secrets.

He delivered Spock.

He cared for Amanda until the end of her life.

And now he will care for me until the end of my life.