The quartet moved fast.
Dressed lightly, with their feet bound in wrappings for the journey, they ignored the deafening thunder and bright lightening as they moved across the soggy desert sand. Their leader stayed towards the back, his sharp brown eyes the best for seeing through the gloomy rain. Every so often he would pause for a quick scan, before shouting out orders to the rabbits ahead of him.
They had been finishing up a supper service within the temple, when a messenger appeared. Called before the king and the former Idol, the four small mammals had been given a short summary of the dilemma regarding their newest rabbit.
None hesitated to accept the task they had been given.
Unwilling to wait until dawn, the young fennec mapped out the route they would travel, while his companions gathered supplies and prayed. The rain was pouring strong as they bid their home farewell and disappeared into the night. With such a threat in the air all felt it wise to not wait for Pack Wolford.
Now, Finnick stood among the soggy desert, his fur soaked and paws weary, but eyes smartly scanning the grey horizon. It came as no surprise that they were reaching the outskirts of the Sahara Kingdom. Having committed the maps to memory, he knew them to be close to the Savanna. All that was needed was to veer South, travel another day, and they would find themselves within spying range of the Burrows.
"Finn!"
Ears swiveled towards the doe wrapped in a durable cloak. Dhurrie, a long time friend of his, chosen for her tenacity and loyalty to him and him alone. Her sandy colored body was crouched against the sands, face angled over the wash they were paused on with her ears tucked into her cloak. He and his other companions rushed to her, intrigued by her expression.
The dim glow of a campfire drew their attention. A small structure had been built to shelter the flames against the rain and wind, though those that tended it were not immediately apparent.
"Should we venture closer?" Asked Marco, a small black and white spotted buck. Though young, he was a cool head in the face of danger and rational to a fault. Finnick shook his head.
"No sense stirring up trouble if we don't have to. We were asked to spy, not fight. And I wish not to anger Serendipity by risking her kin." With a final nod, he turned, the others following, only to pause at the sight of blade.
The rabbits bared their teeth and made to lunge at the badger who welded it only to be halted by their leader. Stormy, his fur an inky black, paused with his paw on his crossbow. He was the only one among them who had been a solider, battle hardened and unwaveringly loyal to the royal family and the Idol.
"Stand down!" Growled the fennec. He flicked his eyes up towards his aggressor, who face was calm in spite of the fox's growing anger. "We mean you no harm and have only the desire to continue on to our destination. Harm us and feel the wraith of King Taiem of the Sahara."
An odd look flashed over the face of the badger. Stunned disbelief mixed with relief as the blade was lowered. Casting a glance at the still tense rabbits, he sheathed his weapon.
"Come with me."
He pushed past them, sliding down the gritty side of the wash into the water below. It was not deep as they watched him brace himself in the center.
"Come!" called the badger.
Exchanging glances, they followed him, one by one, the rabbits allowed to use the badger as a stepping stone to avoid the small stream. Rain was one thing. None wished to be submerged in water. He lead them towards the lean-to, each eager to be out of the elements.
It was a simple structure, hastily thrown together and meant to offer a brief respite until those who needed it were ready to move. Several poles hammered into the softened ground provided support for the tarp as well as a base for the hammocks. The inhabitants would not have to worry about resting upon the wet ground.
A grey squirrel looked up from the fire he was setting a meal upon, his gaze moving from the five at the entryway to a figure fast asleep in one of the hammocks.
"And what have we here?"
Everyone jumped at the sound of the pleasantly feminine voice. The rabbits shrank back at the sight of the lioness entering with jugs of rain water in her paws. The large predator smiled down at them before setting her load aside.
"What are four temple dwellers doing so far from their home? In the middle of their holy reprisal?" She laughed at their stricken looks. The badger followed removing a sack from his shoulders as he settled next to the squirrel.
"How did-" Dhurrie braved the small space to move closer.
"You carry the markings of the great temple. The symbol of Karma and Serendipity working together once more. Dead give away." The lioness motioned them to join her and her companions.
The quartet exchanged glances before accepting her offer. Cloaks were stripped off and their supplies set aside as they relaxed to the sound of wind and rain. Though curious eyes landed on the unmoving figure in the hammock.
"Your timing couldn't be better," the lioness said as she passed a mug filled with tea. "Though, I was expecting to see Pack Wolford before temple dwellers."
"We were bidden to leave before they did, madam." Finnick turned away the mug in favor of the flask on his hip. He took a sip before handing it to the squirrel. "In fact, we mustn't stay long. So we won't wear out our welcome."
"Yeah, you know when I saw the rain, first thing that popped into my head was 'What lovely traveling weather!'" The squirrel smirked at the scoffs his comment drew from the rabbits. "Where are three bunnies and a fox off to in such a hurry?"
"Orders, sir," growled Stormy. Lucien rolled his eyes at the aggressive bunny. "Our king asked us to make tracks to the Southern Burrows. It's not our place to question it."
The lioness' ears snapped up at that. "The Southern Burrows?"
Finnick turned a weary eye to the lioness, who glanced down at the squirrel.
"Why do you ask?"
The badger stood, walking gingerly to the sleeping figure, pausing at the bundle of ragged cloth hanging from the pole. Something was pulled from it and tossed to the fennec fox. Brown eyes looked at him in confusion before being casted down at the cool metal in his paws.
"What's this?" Finnick asked in a gruff voice as he turned it over.
"Warren Pin from the South." The five small mammals snapped their eyes to Luna. "I'm not a big believer in coincidence."
"It wouldn't be," replied Stormy. "Our new Idol is from the Southern Burrows. We were asked to keep our eyes on the area and send a message to King Taiem if they march."
"March...?" Lucien squinted in confusion. "As in 'march into battle'? Over one bunny?"
"Me thinks this new Idol is more than meets the eye," murmured the lioness as she accepted the pin. It was replaced, her large paw moving to stroke the dirty wool of the ewe's head.
"And you're not alone," agreed Finnick. "I've been studying the Idols since childhood. Never have scouts been deployed for one."
"And to such a hostile kingdom," added Marco. He accepted the flask and took a pull before continuing. "My father is from there. Says King Hopps is known for destroying whole farms if they can't pay their taxes. I've never been and had hoped to never go."
The small space grew silent, each with their own thoughts, as the rain beat a steady pattern on the canvas roof. It showed no signs of stopping. And, as they had no intention on waiting for it do so, the small team pushed on. They gave blessings to the lioness, bidding her and her companions safe passage through the soaked landscape.
Lucian watched them vanish into the night, Anaka stirring the flames of the fire as it burned lower. The ewe tossed and turned in the hammock, fevered mutterings reaching the ears of those around her. She had been lucid on and off, the journey she embarked on showing it's toll on her small frame. The skin under her wool burned when paws were pressed to it and without proper medicine her wounds were beginning to fester.
Anaka and Lucian exchanged glances as the lioness dipped a cloth in the gathered rain water. It was rung out and pressed to the ewe's forehead, soothing the franticly whispered words.
"The sooner we get to the capitol," muttered Anaka, "the better."
...
The soft slide of a leg against his own brought Taiem's mind from it's slumber. His arms were wrapped snug around Rose, who nuzzled into his chest. Sounds of the wind and rain outside kept him from fully reaching consciousness, his mate's wandering paws doing nothing to help.
"Mmmmmmm," he growled lowly, muzzle moving to the base of her ear. She laughed in response before nipping his neck affectionately.
"Can't sleep, my love?" he asked, humming at her head shake.
Rose gave a sweet sigh as his lips met hers. The tender kiss they shared rocked her to her core and left her whimpering when it ended. She looked up into the eyes of the one she loved, savoring the tenderness they held. Though she did notice their sorrow as they studied her.
"What is wrong, Taiem?" Her paw traced his muzzle as his eyes closed briefly before turning to nuzzle it.
"Are you...upset... you are no longer the Idol?" His voice was small and timid, an amusing sound from an impressive mammal. With a smile, she leaned up to kiss him again.
"Not when I know that I shall always be by your side." She draped herself over his chest, letting his arms and tail tighten around her. "I remember the morning after I arrived here and was presented to you. The anxiety returned tenfold, thinking I was going to be mistreated and enslaved."
"I found you sobbing in your quarters," Taiem nuzzled her head. "I was as frightened for you as you were of the situation."
"Do you think Judy is feeling the same way right now?" She propped herself up on his chest to look him in the eyes, her own filled with worry.
"Were I her, or you," Taiem stroked her cheek lovingly, "I would be."
Settling back to her original position, he could smell her own fears for the new bunny.
"I hope Nick comforts her as you did me," she muttered. A large paw stroked down her ears as her eyes fluttered close.
The king held his bunny, letting her sweet scent wrap itself around the sleepy bubble they were in. Gazing down at her, taking in her restful face and soft, perfect form, he smiled.
"I've no doubt he will," was his response, causing her to lift her head, a devilish smirk on her face as his paw drifted lower. "Like father, like son, as they say."
Taiem grinned back as she moved to straddle him. "Hold your tongue, mister," she ordered playfully.
"I'd rather hold something else." His reply was a sultry growl as the two gave into each other, the rain a perfect background for their passion.
...
It is said that, in a night, one can have up seven dreams. Most are not remembered, so it is quite possible there could be more. Only a few, fragmented pieces stay with one once the mind is pulled from it's slumber. Whether pleasant or frightful, not many escape the mind's will of creation. Such a thing makes sleep either a sanctity or ruse for each individual.
There were very few nights Judy had closed her eyes and not dreamt. As a child, they had been simple and pleasant. Though, they had grown darker as she grew older, especially after meeting her betrothed. The canid who came to her proceeding her arrival to the Sahara had been a welcomed, yet confusing, respite.
But, that night, not even he invaded her sleep.
For the first time in years, the doe awoke completely rested and refreshed, not a dream to be had.
The rain still fell, it's patter upon the sill of the window behind her bed a comfort, as was the soft thunder accompanying it. She sat up, and took in her surroundings, noticing she was clad in a thin, linen sleep dress. The robe she had worn was hanging upon the hook by the entrance of her quarters and her body was surrounded by pillows and throws, the gold still perfectly intact on her fur.
With light steps, she crept from her bed to the garment, before cautiously moving towards the main room, draping the robe over her arm. The curtain next to hers gave her a pause in her steps. A paw carefully parted it, searching for the prince as she casted a curious eye in. His quarters, like her own, were white marble, with a large bed within the center.
Glimpses of fiery red fur stood out amongst the dark blue blankets and pillows. She studied his still form, taking the rise and fall of his body as he breathed slowly. How different he, his family, and Sama were compared to the stories she had been told. Their evil was said to radiate from every pore of their skin; the world was supposed to be darker and more terrifying when a fox was around.
So far so had been treated with more respect than any from her own homeland had given her. Princess or not.
She wandered from the door into the main room. It was spacious and airy, the marble it was made from keeping it perfectly cool. The balcony doors stood at the far end, their curtains pulled aside to showcase the view of the steady rainfall.
Casting the robe onto the cushions in the center of the room, the doors were pulled open. One cautious foot touched the slick, flooded marble of the balcony, the top peppered with rain drops. The rest of her followed slowly, her eyes blinking rain from them, before casting her face to the sky. Arms reached up to welcome the bounty of water sent to the parched land.
And with a happy giggle, she closed her eyes and twirled.
...
Sama's mornings were always fairly busy.
Upon rising, usually to the sweet kisses of her mate, she bathed and dressed before heading to the kitchens. She and Jak would break their fast together, while the cooks readied the royal trays. As she cleared their meal, her bunny prepared bowls of berries for the offerings.
With a kiss farewell, he would leave for the temples, having his own agenda to keep.
Nuts, bread, and fresh flowers were placed by the doorway for any souls or spirits who felt forgotten. Afterwards, the vixen made her rounds to Princess Jamila and her family. The twins would be distracted with sweetened rice porridge, while Jamila and Sergi received their schedules.
Prince Tame and Lady Fiona came next, though Sama was more often than not obliged to place their meals and instructions outside the door. The arctic vixen had learned by now the consequences of entering the room of a newly wedded couple unannounced.
Last was Prince Nick. He was normally up before even Jak, choosing to make his rounds to the temples and practice with his sword or study. His meal was the most simple, just rice with fruit and tea, having eaten shortly after waking.
Today she carried a breakfast for two, and a bit more of it than normal. Word had reached her ears that the prince was still abed, no doubt the activities of the previous day exhausting him. With some choice selections for each, Sama pulled the heavy doors to the suite open.
And stood in shock at the sight of the Idol joyfully dancing in the rain.
Luck they may be, but most of the rabbits in the kingdom- her mate included- were well into hiding from the weather. Sensitive ears were abused by the thunder, with the bright lightening serving only as forewarnings of what would follow. Rain could drop the body temperature of the fragile creatures, causing hypothermia or shock. Though most just simply did not enjoy rain, period.
While Jak, a temple priest, lay curled in a quivering ball in their bed, Judy seemed to savor the sensations that mother nature gave to her. Sensations she herself was the bringer of. The gold dripped from her ears and raised paws, making trails towards her drenched linen dress. She gave a twirl before pausing to grin at the sky, water and gold falling from her ears as they dropped to lessen the strain from the thunder.
"Your Holiness!" Sama rushed forward in worry, snatching a blanket from the cushions as she passed.
The bunny looked towards her in alarm, sending a sheet of rain water cascading down her ears.
"Please," begged the vixen from just inside the doors, "come inside before you catch cold!"
Ears and face fell as she did as asked, one final glance towards the sky and rain that fell. Hastily pulled in, Sama set about wrapping her in the blanket. Her ears were rubbed dry, leaving the fur slightly tinted from the gold.
"That was dangerous, your Holiness," Sama lectured. "Lightning has been know to kill and the rain could have given you shock."
"I was quite alright! It was much warmer than the rains back home. There really is no need to dote, Sama."
Finishing her task, the vixen pulled the blanket around her snugly. Smiling at the bunny, whose face was still stained in gold water, she lead her to the cushions. Fetching the cart baring her breakfast, it's load was set upon the table.
"There will always be a reason to dote, your Holiness." Her blue eyes twinkled as she poured tea. "Besides, I must be sure you are acquainted with the prince's habits and routines."
Dish after dish was set upon the small table next to the cushions. A bowl of sticky, sweetened rice paired with cooked eggs atop it was settled next to a platter of brightly colored fruit and almonds. There was also a helping of the flaky, sinfully sweet pastry she had enjoyed the night before: Baklava.
With unsweetened chai tea to wash it down, Judy's stomach rumbled eagerly at the sight of the meal.
"The prince normally rises very early. You will be asked to rise with him, assist in morning prayers and offerings, learn beside him in his studies, and handle his schedule. Everything he has planned will be ran by you first and it will be your job to ensure he stays focused through out the day and provide council."
"I'm confused," replied the bunny. "Am I an Idol or a glorified secretary?"
The vixen smiled. "You are the luck of the Sahara. There is a reason the kings and queens of the Sahara are not elected by those they rule over. The gods showed them favor, chose them to lead their servants. And you are an extension of him. You are his walking proof that the gods bless us with this land. You are the reason the sun shines, rains fall, and allies are made. Which is why we have this prayer."
Sama straightened and took her paws. Brought back to now closed balcony doors, she kneeled before them, gesturing Judy to follow her example.
"This is how we thank Serendipity for bringing you to us." she whispered with closed eyes. Paws were gracefully held out to her sides before being brought together in front of her. "We also call it the Rain Prayer. The whole of the Sahara will have you in mind while they pray. We all expect great things from our Idol."
Judy's ears dropped at that and her mouth went dry. Trying to cover up the bundle of nerves that suddenly grew in her belly, she instead focused on the motions she was being taught. Side by side, she learned how to thank the sun for rising, to thank the day for ending, the crops for growing, and the river for flowing. There were also prayers that only the Idols knew, ones that Rose would be instructing her in that very day. Though she stumbled over the words, Sama assured her they would come in time. With the promise that Jak would also be seeing to her instruction, the vixen rose, bidding the bunny stay seated.
"I expect his highness will be up and about soon." she said turning back to her cart. "I have much I must do, so I bid you a good day, your holiness."
With a reverent bow, Sama turned to push the cart from the room, leaving the doe staring after her. Getting to her feet she looked at where her new friend vanished through, until distant thunder brought her attention back to the door.
The reality of what was in store for her set in. Any hunger she had felt vanished. Panic started to fill her, the idea of everyone's hopes and dreams resting on her every move overwhelming. She would be responsible for spiritual well being of every mammal in the Sahara and be a key factor in every decision the future king made!
She sank to her knees, her breath becoming ragged as her heart sped up. Tears of anxiety fell before she even knew they were forming as her paws bunched the fabric of her night gown. Her body became racked with quiet sobs as she struggled to control herself.
So the sudden sensation of being held came as another great shock to her. Long, red furred arms snaked their way around her, pulling her back into a softly furred chest. A fluffy red tail curled itself into her lap as Nick's muzzle landed gently on top of her head. With his throat by her ear, she heard the steady (if slightly fast) beat of his heart. Mixed with a soft purr, faint rain, and thunder, her panic slowly abated.
"It's okay," the fox muttered softly, his voice causing her to relax into him. Judy felt her tears dry up as he rocked her soothingly. "I have you and you're safe with me."
With a gentle stroke of his paw down her arm, she gave a slight sigh in relief as her breathing evened out.
"What's wrong, my Idol?"
A shudder went through her at the question, guilt filling her at the thought of admitting she wished she had never accepted the tea.
"What if I fail?" she whispered. "What if I destroy the lives of everyone in this kingdom? What if I'm not the true Idol? What if-"
Nick suddenly shushed her, turning her head to look her in the eyes. Worry started to fade as he held her gaze. A thumb brushed a stray tear drop from under her eye.
"You are the Idol," he whispered to her. "The rain would not be here if you were not. And you will not fail this kingdom. Nor myself. Because you shall have me by your side until my final breath."
"But I am your servant-"
"No." He shook his head, his eyes still moving over her face, paw trailing down her jaw. His grip relaxed enough to allow her to turn in his arms to face him better. "You are my equal. I serve you as you serve me. I will govern and when I do, it will be with every decision being approved by you. You serve no one."
"Only the gods?" Judy asked with a smile. Nicksmiled back and nodded.
"Only the gods." Paw dropping slowly away from her face, she felt her heart flutter as it moved to grab her own. "And you will not have to learn everything alone. I will be with you every step of the way."
"Thank you, Nick." She gripped his paw with both of hers. Their knees touched as they studied each other, purple eyes slightly puffed from tears while green held them with affection.
And at that moment, the doors to the suite bursted open.
Four servants strode forward, three vixens and a todd, who paused before the prince and Idol. They sunk into bows before rising and moving about the room. Two of the vixens carried pails of water and rags, intent on cleaning. The remaining vixen stood, a smirk of what appeared to be triumph upon her face before it went blank.
The bunny was shocked by the realization that Nick had tensed as his eyes moved from her own to the dark furred fox. A curious wave of jealousy washed over her only to quell as his eyes moved from annoyed to outraged as they met the vixen's. He rose, Judy's paws still in his own, pulling her to her feet.
"I told you, Natasha, you shall never attend me again," he growled. His fur was bunched and teeth bared as he stalked toward her. The dark furred vixen began to look uneasy as he approached.
"I serve your father, the king, Prince Nicholas," came her reply. She straightened herself up and met his gaze head on. "And I will not be attending you."
Golden eyes flashed to the bunny, who found her view of Natasha blocked by Nick.
"My duty is to tend to the Idol, your Highness. As I was asked."
The other todd cleared his throat, the tension thick in the air. He gave a nod before speaking, lowering his head to avoid the prince's gaze, daring only to view Nick from his peripheral.
"If you'll excuse me, your Highness," the servant flinched slightly when sharp green eyes turned to him. "Your bath has been prepared. I shall gather your clothing for the day and await you outside your quarters."
With another meek nod, he left for the prince's room. "And I must attend the Idol."
Natasha strode forward, a slightly cold smile on her muzzle as she made eye contact with the bunny. Nick bared his teeth at her only to halt as Judy placed a paw upon his arm. He looked back, ears down in guilt before stepping aside. She reached for Judy only to have her paw stopped by the prince.
"After today, you will never approach her nor this suite again. You will do well as to make your presence around me as scarce as you can or you will risk more than your job within the palace."
Natasha's fur bristled at his words, but she did not look at him. She gave the slightest of nods, wincing as the todd tightened his grip briefly before releasing her to follow after his servant, who returned with his arms full of clothing and left the room. Her eyes went to his retreating back before re- focusing on Judy.
"Shall we?" Judy looked up at the vixen, who wrapped her paw around her shoulders and guided her towards the bathing chamber. "We must get you out of these..." Natasha's eyes roved over the still damp night dress. "... clothes."
Judy wrinkled her brow at that as they walked into the bathing chamber. Unease filled her as the fox released her shoulders and pushed past, the fox's hip giving Judy a slight bump as she did. Natasha walked to a pipe and gave the knob beside it a twist. To Judy's amazement, water rushed out, filling the red tiled bath. With the small furnace at it's base lit, soon the large tub was full and steaming.
Without ceremony, she walked to the rabbit, reached down to grasp the hem of her gown and lifted it over her head harshly. Giving a slight grunt as it caught her chin, Judy was given only the barest of smirks in response. Tossing the garment to the side, the bunny was pushed to the steps of the bath. One toe was dipped in only to be withdrawn at the temperature. The vixen gave an impatient huff and firmly pushed her down the steps. Ears dropped in discomfort as she tried to not show that the water bothered her.
"So," Natasha began, moving towards the collection of soaps and oil as her charge settled into the hot water, "how do you find our fair kingdom? Must be nice to move from under a hill into actual civilization. Getting away from all that dirt and filth other bunnies tend to leave behind."
A jar was selected, the vixen turning back to the bath and settling on to the edge. Her paw shot out to drag Judy towards her, turning her to face the opposite wall.
Soap was poured sloppily over her head, Natasha'a larger paws coming up to roughly rub it in. Her claws dug into her fur, scraping over her skin hard enough to cause her to wince but not draw blood. Purple eyes closed and she hissed in pain, then relief when it finished. Thankfully, her body adjusted to the heat of the water, though it made the scent of ebony from the soap heavy in the warm air .
"My burrow was perfectly civilized," she responded through gritted teeth, blindly turning her head to the sound of the vixen's voice.
One eye was cracked open to see the fox turn away with a smirk on her muzzle. Before she could grab an empty jug to rinse her off, Judy took a breath and ducked her head. Paws went to rinse the soap from her fur underwater, wishing to keep the rough treatment to a minimum. Head breaking the surface again, her ears were pushed back as she looked over at the vixen again.
"And you are not from here either." Natasha frozen briefly, before another smile curled her muzzle. Judy wrung water from each ear before they moved upright. "Odd that you call the Sahara 'our' fair kingdom. Especially considering the prince was not happy to see you."
The smile fell from her muzzle and the glint in her eyes hardened. Judy fought to keep her ears up as the corner of Natasha's lips curled into a growl.
"He'll come around."
"I'm sure." A new voice caused both females to snap their eyes to the entryway of the bathing room.
Rose stood, dressed a grey silk dress, looking as regal as a queen with her eyes rested on the vixen. "You are dismissed, Natasha. Gideon is asking for you in the kitchen."
A last glare was exchanged by the two younger mammals. Natasha pulled her legs out of the bath and wrung the water from her fur. A mocking bow was given to both before she left, Judy still glaring after her. Rose gave a light chuckle at her expression.
"You'll have to excuse Natasha." Rose walked to the bench that lined the side of the room. Taking a seat, she unfolded the towel next to her and held it out, waiting patiently as Judy climbed from the bath and wrapped herself in the cloth.
"My Taiem is marvelous male in nearly every regard, yet he still insists on making his son uncomfortable."
Burying her face into the towel, Judy sat next to her. "The king has chosen her as Nick's bride?" The words made her stomach drop, though she couldn't help but hear the chuckle from Rose.
"No," she assured. "He refuses to force his son into marriage. It's more of a, how do I put this, parental prerogative to ensure his son never gets too comfortable. Nicholas is a bit too uptight and focused on the kingdom. He likes things to be orderly and smooth. Taiem finds joy in upsetting his son's plans every now and then. Says it does him good to deal with the unexpected, especially if it's negative. It's needed to run a kingdom."
"And her?"
Rose sighed and stood. "She wishes to be queen." The older rabbit glided from the room, Judy's ears perked in alarm at what was said. Still wrapped in a towel, she scurried after her, feeling less than regal.
"But, then, how-"
"Enough about such boring topics." Rose smiled at her baffled expression. "The prince is expecting you in the temple."
The curtain to her quarters was parted, once more Rose striding to the chest she had pulled her robe from.
"Karma and Serendipity favor bright colors," the older doe explained, pulling pieces of clothing from the chest before returning them to their spots. "The Bactrian God has no preference. Though it is said he prefers just fur."
She smiled at Judy's blush, before looking back into the chest and making a noise of delight . Trying to see over her shoulder, the young bunny watched as the chosen outfit was tossed onto the bed in a blur of turquoise. Smiling, Rose stood and beckoned her towards the vanity she didn't notice the night before.
Fur was dried and brushed into place, the former Idol occasionally flinching at the thunder that could be heard. Judy smiled at her through the looking glass. Rose ran her paws down her ears one final time before they came to rest on her shoulders. The does met eyes through the glass, the question Judy had been wanting to ask becoming too tempting to resist.
"So," she began, "you and the king...?" Rose gave a laugh and pulled her to her feet.
"I was wondering when you would bring that up." The younger doe was helped into her outfit, the turquoise skirt fitted over her hips and the matching top tied on. Walking a circle around her, Rose eyed her critically, adjusting her clothing or smoothing out rumpled patches of fur. "Beautiful. True perfection."
She blushed at the compliment, feeling exposed as, once again, more fur than expected was shown off. Vaguely, she wondered if Nick would enjoy it. Judy's paw was pulled through the crook of the older doe's arm as the pair made their way from her quarters and through the suite.
"So the rumors are true? You and the king are lovers?"
"Emphasis on the love, my dear."
"Will-"
"Come, the king and prince are expecting us. And there is much you must learn."
Full of questions and still bemused by Rose's confirmation, Judy let herself be guided to door. The older doe gave a glance to the center of the room and withheld a sigh.
"And you haven't even finished your breakfast."
Judy smiled to herself as they left for the temples.
...
The bath was supposed to calm the prince, to help him feel connected to his rabbit and ease any anxiety her presence may cause. Filter and warmed to perfection, the rain water seemed softer and smelled sweeter than any other. But perhaps that was the lavender and lemon grass added to it. It couldn't be that it was filled with water his Idol had brought.
During his walks through the village before he came of age, Nick had heard many crass remarks regarding sex and attraction. And his first response was disdain towards the speakers. How weak willed they were for not keeping their thoughts pure. But that was before.
Washing himself in the sacred water, he found his will tested greatly. Being submerged in the fragrant bath that smelled so much like her was a test in of itself. So, fighting the longing he felt for the first time, Nick rushed through the ritual, cleaning himself quickly before climbing out, least he work himself up further. After the servant dried and groomed his fur and helped him don clothing, the todd was fighting to keep his thoughts pure.
Now Nick stood beside his father, a bowl of flower petals in his paws within the great temple. Jak and several other rabbit priests and priestesses sat crouch before the statues of Serendipity and Karma. The fox prince waited nervously as citizens filed in to accept pawfulls of the petals to offer the goddesses and view their new Idol.
"Relax, my son." Taiem murmured. "Your rabbit will be here soon."
With a nervous smile, the younger todd kept his gaze on the ground. The rain was still pouring outside with the lightning and thunder. Several of the rabbits cringed at the sound making the other mammals smile sympathetically at them. Jak in particular was a humorous sight, his body flinching and ears dropping with each clap. It had taken a lot to pull him from his bed to go to the temples, the king and prince had using his sense duty to convince him to brave the outside world.
Now, Jak and the other temple dwellers gave their thanks to the rain and waited for their Idols to arrive.
And the movement from his peripheral had Nick raising his head in anticipation.
She stood in the doorway, every bit the vision she was the night before. And seeing her made his heart beat stronger. There was his Idol...The luck of the Sahara...His rabbit...His and his alone...
He felt himself smile as she paused just outside the entrance. Two attendants, panting slightly as though they had been hurrying after her, held awnings to keep the doe dry. But Nick's humor rose as the thunder that made the other bunnies wince only had her grinning up at the sky in appreciation.
And when she turned those eyes to him, he felt himself sink even further.
Rose was but a few steps behind Judy, her attendants receiving a nod of thanks as they were waved away. The older doe straightened and turned her gaze to the king and prince. She smiled when she met Taiem's eyes, both amused at Nick's reaction to Judy.
A paw reached out to get the younger doe's attention, gesturing her to stand straight and poised while those within the temple rose in respect for them.
"Go to her."
The words were whispered so softly, Nick at first thought he heard wrong. Looking to his father, the older todd looked pointedly at him before looking to Judy.
"Right!" With a nervous smile, he forced himself to walk calmly to where she stood with Rose.
Judy's ears straightened and her eyes widened as they moved over him, bringing a flush of pleasure to his stomach. Measured steps fell to the beat of his heart, which only picked up when he came to a pause in front of her. Extending a paw he smiled down as she accepted it, and any resistance he had to the less than pure ideas invading his mind crumbled.
"Your Holiness," he greeted softly.
"Your Highness," was her reply. His heart skipped a beat as she let him lead her further into the temple, their gazes locked to one another and smiles on their muzzles.
And from her seat atop the statue bearing her likeness, the little rabbit sighed wistfully and beamed. Clasping her paws together, she wiggled her long, multi-colored ears in delight as the prince and Idol took their places and the services began. Serendipity's excitement could barely be contained, the rain growing steadily heavier as her joy became more unbridled.
"Careful, dear," came a familiar, silky voice from below her. "This time is about renewal. Not total destruction."
With a bashful smile at Karma, who stood dutifully beside Jak, the little goddess re-centered herself, the rain softening back to it's easy pace.
"I apologize. She's just so pretty and perfect! And they're so lovely together." The rabbit goddess smiled down on Nick and Judy again, though she noticed the prince's nose wrinkling as he inhaled. Serendipity followed his example and sniffed, ebony filling her nose, before shaking her head disapprovingly. "Oh no, no, no! This will never do."
Karma looked from the scrolls Jak read to her companion leaping down from her spot. Withholding a sigh and a smile, she watched the rabbit goddess blow a puff of air towards the open temple doors. The rain softened further as the wind picked up, a small cyclone moving through the flower bushes lining the front. It gathered loose petals and leaves, mixing with rain water to create a fragrant perfume.
"Darling, no..." Karma protested weakly as it was maneuvered into the temple.
Those within gasped and exclaimed in surprise as it swirled around them before wrapping around the grey bunny, drenching her thoroughly but removing the ebony scent.
Serendipity giggled again as she made her way to the Idol and prince as they laughed together.
"I'm guessing the goddesses don't care for my soap either," Judy remarked with a grin.
"Wise judgment on their part." Nick breathed deep closing his eyes as the smell of fresh rain and blossoms soothed the throb in his temples. Though another area of him throb in their place. His eyes fluttered open and in a daze, he smiled down at her.
"Perfection..." he muttered.
The excitement dying down, Karma smiled to herself as she and Jak refocused on the scrolls. Serendipity smiled at Nick before turning to Judy. A colorful paw reached out to lovingly stroke her velvety grey ear, the goddess was more than satisfied with Pack Wolford's gift.
"I agree."
...
The day had been a whirl wind of activities. From the morning service, where the citizens of the Sahara could meet their new Idol, to the tour of the Capitol, Nick and Judy were not alone nor still for a moment. And while he was grateful that he did not need to address the gnawing ache he felt at her close proximity, the prince was a tad resentful her attention was not fully on him.
And to add insult to injury, he didn't miss the way several bucks let their eyes roam her figure. Nick expected several of them to come forward the following day with offerings. Such thoughts had his mood darkening as he kneeled next to her before the statues of Karma and Serendipity. Something Judy noticed as she contemplated her first day in the kingdom.
"You're tense," she observed quietly, paws on her knees and head bowed. "What's troubling you, your Highness?"
Shamed, he lowered his head further and closed his eyes. "It's nothing."
His eyes sought her from his peripheral, though his head didn't move from it's bowed position. And the small smile on her face both irritated and thrilled him. Moving his eyes back to the ground he inhaled her scent and tried to recenter himself.
"Nick."
The way she breathed his name, her voice laced with humor and patience had his fur puffing out in delight. Trying to stamp down his annoyance at his reaction to her, Nick lowered his head to the ground, praying for guidance in this attraction he felt.
"You never have to hide anything from me." His paws clenched as her brought them up to rest beside his head. "This morning you said you have me and I'm safe with you. Please... allow me to extend the same curtesy to you."
The todd flinched as a paw landed on his back. Raising his head, feeling her paw slide down his body, setting the skin under his fur on fire, he swallowed past the lump in throat before speaking.
"You're going to receive offers." Nick whispered, refusing to look at her. She made a soft sound of confusion. "Tomorrow. There will be bucks offering themselves to you, asking for your paw or to court you. They'll bring flowers and gifts and tokens they feel you'll enjoy."
Judy's paw tensed on his back. "Will I be expected to accept any of them?"
"Only if you wish. If any of them suit you, you may marry any one of them. Should you choose." Nick was silent after that, though the feel of her paw moving to his arm as she scooted closer to him had him looking to her finally.
"You will always have me." she assured him with a gentle smile.
Giving his arm another squeeze, Judy turned back to the statues and continued her contemplation, Nick following her lead after the beat of his heart slowed it's pace.
From a far, two pairs of eyes watched their interaction.
Liam leaned against the frame of the window and smiled at the low laughter coming from the king lounging on the window seat. The rain still poured, a bit heavier now, and showed no signs of stopping.
"I always knew this day would come," Taiem remarked as he watched his son and Idol. "I always knew he was more like me than he realized."
"As did I." The Alpha's smile faded as they continued their vigil. "My pack and I will leave when the rain lets up. Marco should be settled in my village by the time we arrive. I shall get an update on Finnick when I see him."
"Very good."
"Do you think they'll be needed?"
Taiem pondered the question as he studied the rabbit. She was rising to her feet, playfully helping his son to his and smiling. Hope filled him as he watched the two young creatures leave the temple together, laughing up at the rain as they raced to keep dry.
"Yes." he said finally. Liam looked to the king who met his gaze, his expression carefully blank. "Knowing what I know of the Burrows, they're possessive. And, as in love as I am with Rose, young Judy is breathtaking. And a princess. They'll stop at nothing to get her back."
The king reached down to grab the glass of wine on the floor beside him. He considered it before taking a long pull. "It might be in our best interest to give her back."
Shocked, Liam's mouth fell open. "I thought you said she must stay! The rains, your son-"
"I know what I said." Setting his glass aside, Taiem sighed and leaned back in his seat. "And her place within the Sahara is obvious. I won't be sending her back with you. The emperor will be mobilizing his armies when he returns to the Tundra and I plan to have Lionheart inform King Bogo of the situation."
They fell into silence.
"And you couldn't break Nick's heart like that."
Imagining what his life would be without his Rose, without her scent, her council, her love, and her passion, Taiem felt panic and despair at the thought.
"No." he finally answered, now counting the seconds until Rose was in his arms again. "I couldn't."
And his words caused a bolt of anger to race down the spine of the vixen eaves dropping on them.
...
Luna put a paw on the bundle attached to her chest. Through the thick cloth, the heat from the little ewe could be felt. Even worse, the sheep's pallor was pale and waxy under her wool. Lucian had but a scant supply of medicinal leaves and brews he could use on her and his knowledge was limited. The rain made it difficult for them to travel and slowed their pace, the risk of sandstorms replaced with mudslides.
"Hang in there, my little friend." The lioness gasped as comfortingly as she could with exhaustion seeping into her.
Anaka had taken the lead, his thick, tough paws scaling a soggy dune with great effort. Once he crested the top, he pulled his hood over his eyes. His vision now shielded from the downpour, he gave a sigh of relief at the sight of distant lights. Smiling, he turned to where Lucian and Luna were struggling, less than halfway up the dune.
"Lights ahead!" he called down to them. "The Capitol isn't far off! Maybe another couple hours and we can find shelter!"
The other two gave him looks of relief as they pushed to join their friend. Lucian reached out to pull himself up further, only to start sliding back down the soggy dune as tired fingers simply brushed the wet sand. It was with an exhausted grunt that Luna used a large paw to snatch him as he fell and toss him to Anaka. The badger helped him to his feet before they both turned to tugged at her.
Collapsing onto her arms and knees, with a paw going to Dawn wrapped against her, she caught her breath. She smiled her thanks before looking down at the sick ewe. Her smiled slipped when she realized their newest companion had stopped even the feverish mutterings.
"We have to hurry," she urged, looking up to the tantalizing lights. "She hasn't much time left."
And before the males could respond, she leaped over the side of the dune, sliding to the bottom. The trio pushed themselves harder than they ever had before. With great effort, and much relief, they entered the outskirts of the city. Being in such close proximity with the buildings kept much of the downpour from the walk ways. Combined with the awnings stretched overhead, it was a comfort to be out of the heavy rain.
Gasping for breath, they looked to the tightly shut doors and the several pairs of eyes that peered out at them from the windows before shutters hid them from view. Anaka and Lucian split up, each going to a door and giving them frantic knocks.
"Please!" called Lucian.
"We need shelter!" begged Anaka. "Our friend is ill!"
"She needs medicine and a doctor!" "Will none help?"
Through the streets and ally ways, they begged for shelter and sanctuary. Luna felt desperation rise as none came to answer their pleas. Against her chest, she felt the ewe's breathing become more shallow and labored. Tears of frustration and sorrow flooded her eyes as the rain fell upon her head. Cradling the small bundle, Luna sank to her knees, arms tightening around Dawn's still form. Lucian and Anaka stared blankly at the doors they stood in front of as they listened the normally stoic lioness sob. Turning to exchange glances, they looked to her with tears of their own.
"Dreadful, dreadful weather."
The trio lifted their heads to the small mammal wrapped in a cloak, hurrying down the ally with a lantern. Pausing in front of them, a kit fox vixen lifted her head and gave an exasperated huff. Stomping past, she continued to mutter to herself.
"Awful stuff, this rain is! Bah! The goddesses giveth, they do. Praise Serendipity, indeed." Striding to a door, a key was pulled from her cloak. It unlocked with a sharp click, the vixen vanishing inside. From the ally, the travelers stared in shock after her, jumping slightly when her head popped back out. "Well? We haven't all night, now! Get in here, before someone sends the guards after you lot for disturbing the peace!"
In a flash the trio made their way inside, Luna having to duck to fit in. The vixen pulled some cushions over for her have a seat upon. With a twitch of the stranger's nose, Luna watched wearily as the fox sniffed at the bundle attached to her chest.
"A sheep, I smell. And injured, too. Well, sit tight. You can take shelter here until she's right again." A paw pointed to the small stove and cabinet in the corner. "Badger, please light the stove and start some tea. Squirrel, fetch the basket from that cabinet and some fresh linens. And you lioness, draw her out and set her here."
More cushions were dragged over as Luna's paws fumbled to pull the ewe free. The small vixen gave a tsk as she was laid out, a small paw moving to examine the prone form of Dawn.
"Hmmmm..." was the only sound she made as she checked her forehead and pressed two fingers to her pulse.
"Can you help her?" asked Luna worriedly. The fox gave a thoughtful nod as she accepted the basket from Lucian.
"Hot water as well, please. From the kettle."
Once she had what she needed, their hostess went about tending to the sick sheep. As she worked, she gestured to where they could put their soaked cloaks and find nourishment. Soon, Dawn was wrapped in clean bandages, their benefactor claiming her wounds were merely superficial. Lucian and Anaka had fallen asleep as she worked, leaving Luna to watch fearfully at how still the ewe was.
"She'll live." Tear-filled brown eyes looked into the grey-green that never moved from her patient.
"Are you sure."
"Well," the vixen began, straightening and stretching her back, "you told me she managed to walk from the Southern lands to the outskirts the Savanna, and lasted blooded, battered, and ill from there to here in the rain. Her spirit's strong and she doesn't seem to that old. I have no reason to think she won't pull through. Her fever has already broken."
The vixen stood and gathered her own cloak from where it had been tossed off. Walking to the hook to hang it, she looked over at the lioness stuffed into her home. Her eyes filled with sympathy as she looked from her to the plate of untouched food at the lioness' knee.
"Cami."
Luna looked to her with swollen eyes. The vixen walked with exhaustion to a small cubby in the far wall. She pulled herself up into the nest of pillows and blankets, searching through them before selecting some. Hopping back down, one was draped over Dawn while the others were passed to Luna.
"They call me Cami." the vixen clarified.
"Luna. The squirrel is Lucian and this is Anaka."
Cami smiled at the pair snuggled against the lioness. "Sleep. There's nothing more we can do tonight. In the morning, I'll send for a proper doctor."
Gathering the lantern, she made her way back to her cubby and climbed in.
"Thank you." murmured Luna meeting her eyes. Cami smiled and nodded, before plunging the room into darkness.
...
"How do I know you speak the truth?"
The deep, quiet voice seemed loud and obtrusive within the stillness of the room. But it was as though it belonged right where it was: in the shadows of the kingdom, unattached to any physical form. It made the humid night seem cold and clammy. Though, once the owner moved, his form catching a stray beam of light from an outside lamp, the voice seemed to fit the speaker.
"Because you hired a fox." came the reply. "Because you hired the one mammal even sneakier than yourself. You wanted to know the weakness of the royal family. Now you have it."
"Hmmmmm... The rabbit. It seems the apple doesn't far from the tree. And her?"
There was a slight tinge of annoyance in response. "The same."
"Is that so..." There was a pause as the male considered the darkened world below. "And where does our new Idol hail from?"
"The Southern Burrows. One of my mammals overheard the king and alpha of Pack Wolford conversing last night. She's a princess."
"Indeed?" He grinned to himself. "I would bet they would do anything to get their princess back." Turning to the fox, he took a step closer, considering the servant in front of him. "And I bet the prince will do anything to keep her."
There was another tense pause from the fox before the answer was spat out. "So it would seem."
"So jealous..." came the amused observation. "Don't worry. I'm sure the little princess has all the right mammals missing her. And when they come for her, they won't find the whole of the Sahara ready to lay down their lives for the false prophet."
A shiver slide down the fox's spine as the whispered voice tickled her ear.
"This madness has really got to stop. Wouldn't you say? You won't have to wait long to sit on the throne. The Sahara will fall, and the little bunny will fall with it."
The dangerous chuckle that followed seemed to echo through the night. Like poisonous gas, it's malice seemed to taint the otherwise sleeping calm of the night. Not even the rain could halt it's progress, as the feeling of dread it released found another, who lay wrapped in his mate's arms, fast asleep.
With a gasp, Jak's eyes snapped open and he sat up in alarm. Sama growled tiredly and stroked his arm.
"Are you alright, my love?" she murmured, her eyes still shut and half asleep.
Jak panted as he waited for the unease to pass. "Yes. It was a dream. Just a dream. I'm sorry for waking you."
"What did you see?"
Looking down at her still resting face, the buck reached to stroke the vixen's ears, causing a purr and smile to grace their bed chamber.
"A world without you by my side," he lied, laying his head back down beside hers.
The panic his dream had cause ebbed away as the rain lulled him back to sleep.
Because it was just a dream...