Chapter Two
Medusa hid all of her papers under her mattress as soon as she was finished writing her story down. She smoothed her dress, and then remembered she wasn't going anywhere, anyway, and crawled into bed. She woke up minutes later to see Rynda bending over her.
"Get up, lazy girl. Blackagar has requested to see you."
She rubbed her eyes, sitting up. "Yes, my lady. I'm sorry I overslept."
Rynda snorted. "I know exactly what you were doing, and the cleaning maids will find those papers you hid under your mattress soon enough so you might as well hand them over."
Medusa tried to bluff. "Papers? I don't know what you..."
"Yes, you do, and you wasted your time regardless." Rynda rolled her eyes. "Your parents will not allow your memories to be altered."
Medusa tried to hide her sigh of relief.
"Now hand over what you wrote. I won't give the servants physical evidence of your crimes to gossip about."
Medusa slowly reached over her mattress and retrieved the papers, handing them over to Rynda. She tucked them into her pocket.
"Get washed and dressed, and then come to the dining hall."
Rynda left quickly, leaving Medusa to dress. She moved quickly, thinking fast. Her memories of Crystal were safe, but she'd just had to hand a written version of her secrets over to someone who plainly disliked her. I know I'm going to regret it somehow... I'll have to deal with it when it happens. Once she was dressed in another gown, this one blue with short sleeves, she made her way to the dining hall again, thankful that she hadn't got lost this time. She took a deep breath before opening the door.
The three boys were already at the table, along with four adults that Medusa vaguely recognised as more relatives. One, she thought was her uncle but it was difficult to say for certain as she had only seen a few images of him on the news before. Rynda, Agon and Maximus sat at the head of the table. Medusa quickly went to the only empty chair and slid into it.
"Your girl looks a tad peaky," one of the adults, a blonde woman, said.
Rynda barely even glanced at Medusa. "I don't think she slept well, that's all."
"Aren't you going to introduce yourself, Medusa?" Gorgon asked, giving her a small encouraging smile.
She swallowed heavily. Everyone was looking at her now. She cursed herself for going red.
"I'm Medusalith," she said, her voice small. "Daughter of Ambur and Quelin."
Agon nodded once as though satisfied. Her face still burning, she made her way to her chair.
"These are my parents," Gorgon said, gesturing to the adults on either side of him, "And those are Triton and Karnak's."
She nodded, glancing at the couple to Gorgon's right, recognisng her aunt and uncle, Azur and Mander. Azur smiled warmly at her sister's daughter.
"I haven't seen you since you were a child," Azur said. "We'll have to catch up."
Medusa nodded shyly. Gradually, other conversations began and the embarassing moment was over. The talk turned into plans for the day.
"Will you be joining us?"
Medusa jumped. "What?"
Azur was looking at her. "I asked if you wanted to join your cousins and I on a trip outside the city."
Medusa's eyes widened, but Rynda interrupted. "Medusalith will begin her lessons today."
Medusa's heart sank, but she nodded in acknowledgement. "I'm sorry, Aunt. Perhaps some other time?"
"I would like that. Rynda, surely the girl can have a day to adjust!"
"I'm afraid not. Blackagar is most eager to get to know his bride better."
Azur sighed, knowing she could offer to let Blackagar accompany them, but Agon and Rynda would never allow it. "Another day then."
Rynda nodded.
"I'll go with you, " Maximus volunteered.
Agon and Rynda exchanged surprised looks- Maximus voluntarily wanted to spend time with his cousins? Gorgon, Karnak and Triton tried to hide their dismay- Maximus had a way of ruining everything!
Azur looked hesitant. "I don't mind you coming along, Prince Maximus, but surely you have lessons to attend to as well?"
"I've finished my lessons!" Maximus scoffed. "Besides, I'm smarter than anybody else in this room!"
"Perhaps another time you can visit more with your cousins," Agon said swiftly. "Since you are so smart you can help me with a problem I've been having."
Maximus sat back and began to pout.
Rynda smiled. "That's settled then. Medusalith, you are to accompany me when we have finished breakfast."
Medusa nodded, thus some time later, she found herself led to Black Bolt's cell.
"Blackagar, you have a guest." Rynda said sharply, guiding Medusa into an adjoining room, one with a desk pushed right against the window. "I have selected some texts that I require the two of you to read. I'll be back later."
She left them, and Medusa stood awkwardly. "Hello," she said eventually.
He smiled in greeting, writing quickly. Good morning.
Medusa eyed the pile of books on the desk. "We have to read all these?"
He nodded ruefully, but in the next minute a nervous expression crossed his face.
"What's wrong?"
I'm sorry about yesterday evening. I hope I didn't frighten you. His eyes looked resigned, Medusa thought, as though he'd already convinced himself he had.
"It took me by surprise. I'm sorry, but I didn't read the note you sent me. I... got distracted." She bowed her head. When would Rynda use what she had written against her?
He waved that off. The letter basically only said what I just told you anyway, only more dramatically. I tend to say things I shouldn't when I'm calming down after losing control.
"Oh." Medusa wasn't sure what to say. "Are you alright now?"
He shrugged. As alright as I ever am.
Whatever that means, Medusa thought, feeling a twinge of sadness because of the look in his eyes. "Um.. I suppose we should start reading these..."
He nodded, moving to the desk in his room. She followed suit. "You know, this might be easier if we were in the same room."
He looked up at her, a spark of... something in his eyes, before glancing down again and picking up the first book, gesturing for her to do the same. He then wrote another note. It wouldn't be allowed, besides, it isn't safe. Why would you want to be in here?
Medusa shrugged. "It just seems sort of lonely, in there all by yourself."
He looked hopeful, yet cautious. If anything went wrong... And why am I encouraging her at all? I know I can't have anyone in here!
"If anything goes wrong, then at least your mother will-" Medusa cut off. Be off my back. But I can't talk about his mother that way in front of him!
His brow furrowed. He wrote rapidly. She does seem to have a grudge against you... why?
Medusa bit her lip. She wasn't allowed to tell him that... and she wasn't sure she would even if she could. She still didn't want to trust him, even though he had been nothing but kind to her. Men couldn't be trusted. He had proved that.
"I don't know."
Black Bolt frowned. What Maximus said yesterday...
She wrapped her arms around herself. So he knows, at least the version of it everyone else believes...
He wrote something else. She could hardly bring herself to look at the note. She eventually read it. And blinked in surprise.
I'm not going to ask if it's true. It's your business. And in my opinion, it's no reason for my mother to bully you.
"Oh... thank you." It was not what she had been expecting. "We should get reading."
He nodded, but kept casting his eyes towards her thoughtfully as they began reading. She seems to have forgotten wanting to come in here... I probably upset her. He shook that off, trying to focus on his reading. I'll have to apologise later, before Mother comes back. He didn't understand why her not coming into his cell disappointed him either, it was for the best... wasn't it?
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Maximus carefully buried his latest journal in the workbench he had hollowed for that purpose. He knew that his dear mother intended on erasing his memory - again! But he always kept his notes safely hidden from them. They could take his memories but would not take his knowledge!
"One day I'll make them both pay for the way they treat me," he muttered darkly. "Always preferring my brother to me, just because he has powers and I don't!" He laughed mockingly. They'll realise their mistake eventually. Just because I don't broadcast it like my brother or our stupid cousins...
A knock on the door made him jump.
"Maximus!" Agon's sharp voice came. "Why are you not in my laboratory? I told you to wait for me there!"
"You didn't say how long I had to wait!"
He smirked, imagining the expression on his father's face as he used his favourite excuse.
"Open the door this instant!"
Maximus yawned widely and sauntered to the door. He opened it a crack. "Yes, Father?"
Agon shoved the door open fully, pushing past Maximus to walk in. "What were you doing in here again? I didn't give you use of this lab so you could live in it!"
"You have your experiments, I have mine," he replied. "Father, what use is Medusa? Are you insisting on this betrothal because of her fertility? How do we know that she wasn't taking treatments in the hopes of backing out of this marriage?"
"Firstly, nothing involving Medusalith is any of your concern. Secondly, there are details in her story you are unaware of. There is no way she could have taken any treatments. And I do not want to hear you speaking of this again! Now come on." Agon walked away, looking back to ensure his youngest was actually following him. The only thing Medusalith has 'taken' was to let herself be taken in by Banth! The king thought grimly as they made their way to his lab. He could feel Maximus' eyes on him, but didn't look round.
"I just don't see how the harlot is a good match for my brother!"
Agon grabbed Maximus by the shoulders. "What part of 'I do not want you to speak of it again' was difficult to comprehend, boy? And I'll remind you that Medusalith will be your Queen one day, and you would do well not to speak of her in that fashion."
"Oh, Father," Maximus said, blinking his pale blue eyes slowly. "I am just concerned for Blackagar. He is so naïve."
Agon frowned. "That he is."
"Medusalith might well take advantage of him..."
"That is true... But that is why she will be discarded as soon as she's outlived her usefulness, even if an 'accident' must occur."
Maximus grinned, releasing his mental hold on Agon. The king's eyes refocused. He'll never know he told me anything, much less realise that I'm implanting ideas in his 'brilliant' mind! Poor Father... The young prince thought gleefully.
Agon blinked. "What was I saying? Right. I'll hear no more about Medusalith from you, understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good." Agon walked into his lab, pulling Maximus with him.
Inside was the familiar machine, waiting. Maximus let out an exaggerated sigh.
"You're going to erase my memories again, Father? What for this time?"
"I said I wasn't going to hear any more about Medusalith from you. Did you think I wouldn't ensure it? Go on." He gestured for Maximus to enter the machine's rays.
"I wonder, Father, if it's this constant scrubbing of my mind that makes me unable to draw on any powers. Perhaps I would have had a perfect memory, if not for you and Mother." Maximus nonetheless obediently took his place.
Agon rolled his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. The neural modifier has never had any effect on anyone's Terrigenesis. Now be quiet." He pressed a few buttons on the controls, and watched as Maximus' eyes went blank.
He was always fascinated by how quickly the change took effect. If only they could take all of his son's memories and start again... But he had no interest in dealing with an infant's mind in a fourteen-year-old's body.
"You are a disappointment, Maximus," he murmured. "But not such a disappointment to warrant that."
The machine whirred and the violet light faded. Maximus blinked groggily several times.
"What happened?" He slurred. He recognised the machine. "Oh." He looked balefully at his father. "Been messing with my memories again? What was it this time?"
"If you needed to know, I would not have taken the memories from you. Now make yourself scarce, I'll see you this evening."
Maximus left quickly. Agon sighed. If only this wasn't necessary...
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Rynda carefully fed Medusalith's story into the fire. She had spent the last few hours reading it and had to admit to herself that she did feel some sympathy for the girl. She knew all too well what it was like to be used. The story written by the girl was sad, but Medusalith really should have known better than to fall for a few soft words from a stranger. Hopefully she is wiser now! It had to have been hard, though, to find out you'd been played for a fool, then to give birth, and when barely recovered, be thrown headlong into a new life- without your infant. She had no intention of letting the girl know that she pitied her, though. Soft treatment would not turn the girl into a suitable queen! She glanced at the clock. Enough time had passed, she'd have to go and check on Blackagar and Medusalith soon...
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Gorgon kicked his hooved feet, bored, as the transport whizzed upwards towards the outskirts of Attilan. He always hated this trip. He'd prefer to stay inside his home, where it was stable and quiet. His thoughts turned to Medusa. He really did want to talk to her!
Karnak grimaced. "Gorgon, will you sit still?"
Azur sighed, looking at her son and nephew. "Are you two ever going to stop bickering?"
"No," Gorgon replied. "That's how you know we're getting along. The moment we stop bickering is the moment we start planning to kill each other."
Karnak nodded his agreement.
Azur laughed. "So, what do you three think of Medusalith?" Maybe I'll get some answers this way, because something wasn't right this morning... she seemed so sad...
"Medusa," Karnak corrected. "She likes to be called Medusa."
"Medusa then."
"She's strange," Triton shrugged. "Kind of... uninterested."
Gorgon frowned. "It seemed like more than that. She really is sad, I think, though I don't know why. It's not like she hasn't always known she would have to move here eventually, being betrothed to Black Bolt and all..."
Karnak frowned. "And then-" he looked at Azur worriedly. I can't tell her what Maximus told us!
Azur looked intently at her youngest. "And then what?"
"Rynda overreacted about something. Medusa was showing us her powers, and Rynda didn't like it so she sent her to her room. No reason why."
Azur narrowed her eyes. "I don't think that's what you planned to say, Karnak."
His face fell. Why can I never fool my mother?
It was Gorgon who spilled the beans. "Maximus came to us with a wild story that Medusa has already had a child, and my cousins are gullible enough to take the little liar seriously."
Azur's eyes widened. The newborn... I knew it was unlikely Ambur had conceived again, with all the trouble she had last time, but this?!
"Of course, none of us really believe Maximus," Gorgon continued blithely, oblivious to Azur's reaction. "Why he makes up such rubbish... but Rynda really didn't seem to like Medusa at first."
"I see," Azur murmured. "Well, Maximus does like to make up things."
Karnak nodded, as though satisfied, and the boys began talking about other things. Azur's face was worried. I have to speak privately with Medusa. Failing that, I'll visit Ambur. Something's wrong here...
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"It must get tiresome writing. All the time. " Medusa frowned. "In this story they communicate through signs. Why don't you?"
Nobody is willing to take the time to develop a language of signs with me.
"Maybe I should then."
Black Bolt's face broke into a smile. Really?
Medusa couldn't help but smile back, his happiness was so obvious! "Why not? It would be fun, and it would make things a lot easier for you."
Yes, it would, he wrote. And then we can talk about things and not worry about Mother overhearing.
As if summoned, Rynda appeared at that moment.
Medusa quickly closed the book that referred to sign language; Black Bolt crumpled up the note before his mother realised he was holding it.
"How far did you two get with your reading?" Rynda enquired.
"We've just finished the formation of the Kree Empire."
Rynda nodded. "I hoped you would get further than that, but I suppose having someone else nearby is distracting, as you aren't used to it."
Medusa couldn't help but notice that Rynda's words seemed to be only directed at Black Bolt, though she didn't comment on it. He'd picked up on it too, she thought, judging by the way he was frowning.
We were discussing it as well as reading, he wrote. Medusa has helped me to understand the Kree-Skrull rivalry much better.
Rynda eyed Medusa skeptically. "Alright... Medusalith, go to the dining hall and get some lunch, then come back here. We'll start with science afterwards."
Medusa stifled a groan. My worst subject... "Yes, my lady." She slipped out of the room quickly, smiling at Black Bolt once, shyly.
Rynda watched her go, before turning back to her son, who was still frowning at her.
"What's wrong?"
He wrote swiftly. Why do you treat her like a servant?
Rynda snorted. "She is hardly at our station yet, Blackagar!"
You don't have to treat her like that.
The queen sat down. "So you like her, do you?"
She isn't afraid of me.
Rynda sighed. "People won't be, once they get to know you."
You are, sometimes.
"I am not afraid of you, I'm afraid for you. Your father may have felt isolation was the best thing for you, but you have no experience with anybody but your brother and cousins. Goodness knows they're a terrible example!"
They aren't that bad. Except Maximus, but I'm not going to say that! He took a chance. Maybe if I was allowed outside sometimes... He'd never told anyone, but that was what he wanted more than anything, even though he knew what the answer would be.
"Blackagar, you know why that can't happen."
But if I wear my muzzle maybe I can.
"You know why you can't."
Father said he was working on an injection that paralyses my vocal chords.
Rynda winced. "From what he's told me, the side effects are risky, and impossible to prevent without weakening the treatment. I'm sorry, Blackagar, but it doesn't seem likely..."
His face fell and he turned away from her.
Rynda put her hand on his shoulder tentatively. "We'll find something. Eventually. In the meantime, I think you need to know something about Medusalith."
Black Bolt fought the urge to roll his eyes. He had a feeling he knew what this was- Maximus' story about her having had a child, but he didn't want to know. He meant what he'd told Medusa, about it being her business, and he hoped she'd trust him enough to tell him herself, eventually. That would not happen, however, if he listened to his mother's undoubtedly biased story first. He tried to think of a way to tell Rynda that without being rude, holding his hand up to stop her speaking.
Maximus already revealed some of what I think you're going to say, Mother. I don't want to know. I'd prefer if she told me herself if and when she feels ready to. Her secrets are her own, don't you agree?
Rynda snorted. "I hardly think Maximus will have told it to you correctly!"
He tried (not completely successfully) to hide his anger, writing furiously. It doesn't matter what Maximus said, I'll find out about it when Medusa tells me, and not before!
"Very well." Rynda was secretly pleased with her son's attitude. He would make a fine king. Medusa slipped back into the room at that moment. Black Bolt very quickly got rid of the notes in which her past had been discussed.
Rynda looked coolly at the red-headed girl. "I thought I told you to go to the dining hall."
Medusa looked nervous. "The king sent me to fetch you."
Rynda stood up. "Very well. You can come with me, and-"
Black Bolt shook his head. Rynda sighed. "Apparently you're staying here. I'll be back shortly."
Medusa nodded, returning Black Bolt's smile as soon as Rynda left. Why do I always want to smile when he does?
He was writing again. What did my father want?
Medusa shrugged. "He didn't say." And we really need to start this sign language soon...
Did it sound important?
Medusa raised her fist as though knocking. "Yes. Is that a good idea for a sign?"
Black Bolt's hand came up and he gestured as though knocking.
She nodded, understanding. "Yes. Alright... I suppose we'll find out soon enough." A strange impulse took her, and she flattened her hand against the glass. He did the same on his side, so it was as if their hands were touching, seperated only by the pane of glass. She smiled shyly, her hair swirling in waves against the window on either side of her.
Rynda came back at that moment. Neither realized she was there. She opened her mouth to speak, then thought better of it, deciding to just watch them for a while, see how they interacted when they thought they were alone...
Blackagar smiled brightly. She had never seen him smile like that. Not since he was a baby at least. She debated announcing herself, to give them the supposed good news, but she found she didn't want to break the moment, somehow... she so rarely saw true happiness on her son's face.
Unfortunately, Blackagar noticed her then, and his eyes widened. He stepped back. Medusalith turned when she saw his expression change. The girl jumped when she saw Rynda.
She stepped away from the glass looking guilty. "M-my queen..."
Rynda ignored her stuttering, looking at her son. I really, really hope Agon's right about this... "Blackagar... I have some news."
He raised an eyebrow at her nervous tone. She knew Medusalith was listening, but didn't send her away- this plan involved her as well.
Blackagar waited patiently. Rynda steeled herself. "Your cousins are spending tomorrow outside the city again. Gorgon asked your father if you could accompany them." She hesitated, chancing a look at him. The desperate hope in his eyes made her heart ache. "It will be allowed, as long as you remain with your cousins at all times, and remain on the outskirts of Attilan. I want your word that you will not stray into the city unless you have no choice."
Blackagar's eyes were burning with a blend of unameable emotions now. He nodded fervently, before whirling and grabbing his paper and pen. Thank you so much. He looked at Medusalith, who, Rynda noted, looked stunned- and hopeful. Is Medusa allowed to come along too?
Rynda nodded. Both teenagers grinned broadly. Rynda fought her apprehension. "Alright, there are still lessons to do. Come along." They settled to their studies eventually, though their good moods were plainly evident for the rest of the day.
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The next morning after breakfast, Gorgon, Karnak, Triton and Medusa made their way into a hovercraft, which, apparently, Karnak would be piloting. The boys were mostly chattering away about how much fun an adult-free journey would be. Medusa gathered this wasn't a frequent occurence. She was giddy with anticipation about leaving Attilan for the first time herself, but couldn't deny she was wondering how Black Bolt would cope. He'd never even been outside before! She frowned slightly. What's wrong with me? Worrying about him, thinking about him, that almost-holding-hands yesterday... that Rynda saw- I promised I'd never trust a man again! A small voice in her head pointed out that Black Bolt was different, he didn't seem to judge her...
She was distracted from her thoughts by Black Bolt himself approaching the hovercraft, looking excited yet somehow terrified at the same time. His eyes were wide. The muzzle was already on his face. Medusa winced at the thought of him wearing that thing all day- he'd said it hurt, after all...
Agon had his hand on his son's shoulder, and he said something quietly to him before stepping back to join Rynda, who stood wringing her hands just behind him. Medusa thought she saw Maximus standing further away, but before she could be certain, the shadowy figure was gone.
Black Bolt nodded in response to Agon, before bowing to his parents and moving to join the others in the hovercraft. Medusa smiled when he met her eyes. He returned the smile somewhat shakily as he went to sit down. Karnak skillfully maneuvered the craft into the air, and soon the docking space of the palace was out of sight. Medusa could see Black Bolt's chest rising and falling rapidly, though he made no noise (thankfully). He was still quite pale...
Acting on instinct, she reached out gently and placed her hand on his. It's a comfort thing, friends can do that! she told herself... though her heart jumped a little when he laced his fingers with hers. She met his eyes. Gratitude and... she smiled again, but bit her lip and looked away. Why was she going red again? His face coloured a little, too, though she hadn't really noticed that, of course...
They both completely missed the knowing looks exchanged by their three cousins.
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About an hour later, the craft descended. Gorgon had done most of the talking during the journey, describing what they would see. Still, nothing could have prepared Black Bolt for this! An enormous valley, surrounded by looming, snow-capped mountains, and so much open space! Attilan lay behind them, concealed around a bend in the mountains, and there was nothing before them but this beautiful place! He looked in every direction, trying to take it all in, as his cousins wandered around, doing who-knew-what. He heard Medusa's gasp of amazement as she saw this for the first time, and was glad he wasn't the only awestruck one. Turning his face to the sky, he let the sun caress his face. Looking around again, he found himself inexplicably struck by a feeling of how vast this place was- and how small and alone he was in comparison.
What is wrong with me? He was tensing up, worrying. All I ever wanted was to get outside. Why is it unnerving me?! Not knowing the answer to that didn't help. His panic only worsened. A small hand slid into his. He glanced around, startled. Medusa had come to stand beside him.
"Are you alright?" She murmured.
He nodded, not wanting her to see how weak he was. It didn't escape his notice that she'd taken his hand again, either. But it doesn't mean anything! He chided himself.
"It's dizzying, being out here, isn't it?" She kept her voice low.
He used his free hand to make their 'yes' gesture, glad that he wasn't alone in feeling this way.
"If you two are finished taking in the scenery, you can come and join us!" Gorgon yelled. He and Karnak were seated some distance away, playing a virtual board game involving two opposing armies. Triton appeared to be playing referee. Black Bolt gestured with his hand, raising an eyebrow, asking Medusa if she wanted to join them. She nodded- he loved how easy it was to make her understand!- but didn't let go of his hand as they walked.
She broke the silence abruptly. "So we have a sign for yes, but what should no be?"
He looked thoughtful for a minute, then clenched his fist and gestured downwards, as though striking the floor. Medusa nodded.
"What are you talking about?" Karnak was watching curiously.
They exchanged looks. Black Bolt used the 'no' gesture.
"Nothing!" Medusa said quickly. It can be our secret for now. She whispered as much to him when Karnak looked away. He grinned widely, though she saw pain flash in his eyes when the movement pulled the muzzle tight. She squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him she understood. They sat down beside the others, watching Karnak and Gorgon's war game. Right now, Karnak appeared to be winning, judging by Gorgon's scowl.
"What is this game?" Medusa asked.
"Just a simulated version of armies on the battlefield. It's meant to help us learn strategy." Gorgon looked surprised. "Haven't you ever seen this before? We've been playing for years!"
"No, I haven't seen it." Medusa took a step forward, examining the board.
Black Bolt started looking for his notepad, and then frowned.
Triton noticed. "What's wrong?"
Karnak blinked. "Didn't you bring anything to write with?"
Black Bolt shook his head, looking frustrated.
"Maybe there's something in the shuttle," Medusa said. "Hold on, I'll go look."
She went to check, leaving all four boys feeling very awkward.
Gorgon tried to break the tension. "So, are you enjoying your first trip outside?"
Black Bolt nodded, though he didn't feel at ease right now. He'd seen his cousins before, but there had always been an adult nearby- he wasn't sure how to act now they were unsupervised.
Gorgon ploughed ahead. "Is it what you thought it was?"
Black Bolt shook his head. He had no way of clarifying his answer, though. I hate these powers, and my parents' experiment that caused them, before I was even born. It makes situations like this impossible, and how am I going to manage to rule Attilan unless a solution is found? He hoped his mood didn't show in his eyes- he didn't want Gorgon thinking he was angry about his question. I might not mind all this so much if it had been my decision...
Gorgon, however, seemed to realise that he had put Black Bolt in an impossible situation. "Better than you imagined?"
Gratefully, the prince nodded.
"It was for me, too," Karnak added.
Triton shrugged. "I think it's overrated. Too dry."
Gorgon rolled his eyes. "You say that about everything that isn't underwater!"
"I'm aquatic, I can't help that!"
Medusa's return distracted them from their bickering. Black Bolt looked at her hopefully. She grimaced. "I couldn't find anything you could use..."
His shoulders slumped.
"But I did find somebody hiding in the back. Maximus followed us out here." She used the tendril of her hair she'd wrapped around Maximus' wrist to drag him into view. "I thought I saw him as we left, but how he got onto the hovercraft..."
"I didn't do anything!" Maximus tried to tug the strand of red hair off his arm, glaring at Medusa when he couldn't free himself.
Black Bolt frowned. He really wished that he had his writing tools.
"What are you doing here?" Gorgon demanded, glaring at Maximus.
"What, I'm not allowed to come along when all of you are having a day out?" Maximus scowled.
"You've never wanted to before." Karnak pointed out.
"Well, now I do!"
Medusa narrowed her eyes. "And you couldn't just ask for permission so we'd know you were there from the start because...?"
Maximus sneered at her and didn't answer.
"He knew we'd say no!" Gorgon replied.
Black Bolt's expression showed he plainly wanted to say something, but obviously couldn't.
Karnak looked thoughtful. "Maybe we should just leave this annoyance in the craft while we explore? I don't want him ruining another day out..."
Black Bolt's brows raised. Medusa asked the question he was thinking. "Ruin another one?"
"You don't even want to hear what he did last time my father took us on a trip to the commercial area!" Gorgon replied hotly.
"I don't want to be with you anyway!" Maximus spat.
Now they all looked confused.
Triton frowned. "Not two minutes ago, you said you wanted to come."
Maximus stuck his nose in the air. "I changed my mind."
Black Bolt rolled his eyes.
"Well, I'm hungry," Triton declared. "Let's eat before we do anything else, anyway."
"I'm not hungry," Maximus declared, and finally yanking himself free he stalked away, head held high.
"Little devil," Gorgon muttered.
"Let's eat!" Triton exclaimed. "I'm starving."
They set out the picnic. Black Bolt hesitated, and then took his sandwich a bit of a distance away and took off his muzzle so he could eat. Medusa hesitated. Should she join him? No, probably not... She sat with the other boys and ate silently.
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Maximus kicked the console angrily. He should have guessed that they wouldn't want him around. They hated him. They all hated him. Just because they thought he had no powers! "And if they knew about mine, they'd hate me even more!"
"Medusa doesn't hate you."
Maximus jumped, whirling around. Sitting behind him was a tall man, with thick muscles, dark hair and pale blue eyes. Maximus's lips tightened. "Sam Xium. It's been a while."
"You seem surprised to see me."
"I'm not," Maximus lied. "I just don't know why you're here."
"Miss Medusa, of course."
"What about her?"
Sam stood and gazed out of the cockpit. "She's very pretty, for a girl. Why does your brother get everything and you get nothing? It's not fair."
"I know it's not!"
"If you could convince her to marry you, then you could be king."
Maximus scoffed. "You're an idiot, Sam. I don't know why I put up with you."
"Because you have no choice. You know that I'm your only friend."
It was true, but Maximus didn't want to admit it.
"You know, they say that Blackagar's muzzle represses his powers," Sam said silkily. "I don't believe it. I think it makes his powers better. And what does he need it for? Your parents like him more because he's older and is so flashy. You should teach them a lesson. Increase your powers!"
Maximus hesitated. "But without the muzzle-"
"He'll lose his powers. He doesn't deserve them anyway!"
"That's true..." Maximus mulled this over. He hasn't got it on now... maybe I should just take it?
"That's an excellent idea, sir." Sam said slyly before turning and leaving.
Maximus stood up, grinning. "I'll have to make sure he doesn't notice me, though..." He concentrated, using his powers of suggestion to make sure no-one noticed him as he went outside. He walked right past the others, glad they didn't look up, and soon reached Black Bolt. Retrieving the muzzle from his oblivious brother, he continued moving, meaning to walk back through the city so no-one would follow him. He blinked suddenly, after he was a short distance away. Why didn't any of the others see Sam?
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Karnak picked up what was left of their lunch after everyone had finished. He noticed Black Bolt looking agitated.
"What's wrong?"
His question made the other three look around at them. Black Bolt backed away, gesturing at his face- mouth tightly closed- then at the ground. Medusa figured it out first.
"What happened to the muzzle?"
He shrugged, already feeling fear set in. Now what was he supposed to do?!
"We should get back to the palace, then," Karnak said, standing. "Just to make sure nothing happens."
Gorgon and Triton followed him back to the hovercraft. Medusa hung back. "Are you alright?"
Black Bolt nodded, afraid to show any expression at all, for fear of inadvertantly making a noise. He pointed to her, then the craft, hoping to tell her to go, he'd follow. Unfortunately, the three boys re-emerged at that moment, looking dismayed.
"The hovercraft's been damaged. It's not working." Karnak said, pale-faced. None of the cousins seemed overly inclined to go too near Black Bolt.
"What now then?" Gorgon asked after a few minutes. "If the craft's down, so are its communicators. We can't even alert anyone!"
"We can walk," Medusa told them, rolling her eyes. "Or have you never walked in the city before?"
"We have," Gorgon said hesitantly, gesturing at himself, Triton and Karnak, "but if Black Bolt doesn't have the muzzle to suppress his powers..."
"It wouldn't be safe." Karnak intoned, looking at the prince apologetically. Black Bolt hung his head.
Medusa frowned, looking at Karnak. "Can't you fix the craft?"
"I don't know how without tools. Maximus might, but he's gone."
Gorgon blinked. "How? We left him in there!"
"Well, he isn't there now."
"Rather a strange coincidence that he's vanished right after the muzzle has disappeared." Triton muttered.
Black Bolt's eyes widened. He knew his younger brother wasn't too fond of him, but to do this? What was Maximus thinking? People could die!
Medusa took a deep breath. "You three go ahead of us; get back to the palace and let someone know what's going on. I'll stay with Black Bolt, make sure nothing happens."
They all stared at her in disbelief.
Triton and Karnak looked incredulous.
"You can't do that!" Gorgon finally managed.
"Yes, I can!"
"It's too dangerous!"
Black Bolt nodded, agreeing with Gorgon. He didn't want Medusa taking that chance (and couldn't really believe she meant it, anyway.) All it would take is one mistake, a split second of sound, and... it didn't bear thinking about.
"I'm not afraid." Medusa said intensely, her eyes on Black Bolt's, though she was addressing all of them. "Look, we can't stay out here all day. If you three go first, you can have someone waiting to help by the time we get there."
"I don't like this." Karnak looked uneasy.
Medusa rolled her eyes. "Unless you have a better suggestion?"
None of them did, so after a few minutes, the three boys headed out of the valley, all looking as if they were doing this against their better judgement.
Medusa turned to Black Bolt as soon as they were alone. He backed away from her, shaking his head.
She steeled herself, walking right up to him. "I know you've never done anything like this, but we have to get home. I know ways through the city that are less populated, so we're less likely to encounter anyone."
He was still looking at her like she was mad; she wasn't sure he was wrong, knowing what his powers could do, but all she knew was she trusted him, and would not leave him alone out here. She laced her fingers in his, meeting his blue eyes with her green ones. "I trust you."
His hand in hers tightened. He kept their gazes locked for a long minute before nodding. She began walking, keeping their hands joined. Now I just have to hope that my instincts are right, that he won't hurt me...
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Maximus cackled gleefully in his labratory, gazing at the muzzle. He would increase his powers and his foolish parents would finally see Blackagar as he was - worthless! The young prince gingerly placed the muzzle over his own mouth. It hurt!
He pulled it off immediately, looking at it in puzzlement. "What the..."
"Maybe something's been done to it, to make it hurt anyone except your brother?" Sam Xium sat down beside Maximus, startling him.
"When did you come in?"
Sam looked surprised. "The same time you did, silly!"
"I don't trust your powers, Sam. Just to be able to sneak in anywhere you like. Do you teleport or go invisible?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "You've asked me that before. Neither one. You know how I do this, you're just too stubborn to see it."
Maximus rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He continued examining the muzzle when there was a knock on the door. "I don't suppose you'd answer that for me?"
"I can't."
Maximus quirked an eyebrow. "Why?"
"You know why."
Maximus huffed in annoyance, stowing the muzzle away and marching to the door. "You're useless!"
He threw open the door to see his mother standing there, looking suspicious. "Who were you talking to?"
Maximus glanced backwards- Sam was still there, why couldn't Rynda see him? Sam grinned slyly.
"Well?" Rynda demanded. "I could hear you speaking through the door, so don't lie to me."
He shrugged. "I was just talking to myself. Thinking out loud."
She rolled her eyes. "If you say so. Why didn't you go to your tutors this morning?"
"I don't need to go to lessons, I already know it all!" She tells me not to lie, then believes me when I do. I'd like to know why she can't see Sam Xium, though...
"You do not know it all. I expect you to go apologise to your tutors."
"Yes, Mother," Maximus bowed his head. You expect me to but that doesn't mean I will!
"And I will accompany you to make sure you do so." Rynda had a hand firmly on Maximus' shoulder, steering him down the corridor.
Maximus tried to hide his displeasure. Blast! He thought suddenly. I forgot to lock the door to my laboratory! He didn't dare ask to go back though, he'd only get in more trouble, besides, he didn't want to have to lock Sam in there... As he and Rynda walked past the main entrance of the palace, Gorgon, Triton and Karnak burst in, looking extremely worried.
Rynda tensed. "What's happened?!"
Maximus smirked. Sam (who was somehow now right behind him) laughed too.
"Black Bolt-"
"Blackagar," Rynda corrected firmly.
"He lost his muzzle. We were eating and then he couldn't find it!"
Rynda's face went ashen. "Where is he?"
The three boys exchanged looks. Gorgon mumbled something.
Rynda tensed even more with worry. "What? Speak up!"
"There was something wrong with the hovercraft, it wasn't working... so we had to walk back. Uh-" Gorgon rapidly decided not to get Medusa into trouble if he could help it. "We came on ahead, Medusalith stayed with Blackagar. They shouldn't be far behind us..."
Rynda stood in a stunned silence for a minute before raising her voice.
"HE IS COMING THROUGH THE CITY?"
Maximus's smirk increased. At last, the golden boy would get the trouble he deserved!
All three boys winced.
"We didn't think-"
"Clearly!" Rynda snapped.
"What's going on?" Agon came striding towards them, his brow heavy with a frown.
A heavy silence fell. No-one, not even Rynda, wanted to tell Agon what was going on. The king didn't get angry very often, but everyone knew about it when he did.
"Well?" He looked around. "Where are Blackagar and Medusalith?"
"Uh..." Gorgon started, and then straightened his shoulders. "Blackagar stayed behind. We stopped to eat and he lost his muzzle. Medusa didn't want to leave him alone, so she stayed with him."
Agon's face went utterly blank. When he spoke, his voice was expressionless. "And how, exactly, was the muzzle misplaced?"
"We stopped to eat. When we were done it was gone."
Agon's gaze fell on his younger son. "Rather strange that this happens while you had disappeared without trace. Do you know anything about this?"
"No, sir." Maximus made his voice sound sullen.
Gorgon scoffed softly. Maximus glared at him.
Agon noted the interaction, but said nothing about it. "I'll deal with this later. I need to send someone to the valley to collect Blackagar and Medusalith first, though. It isn't safe for him to be out without the muzzle."
There were several incoherent mumbles.
Agon narrowed his eyes. "What haven't you told me?" He looked at Rynda, seeing if she knew what else was wrong.
"Medusalith is with him," the queen hedged. "Alone."
"That is worrying, but she knows the risks. And I am sure enough of Blackagar's self-control that he won't endanger her too greatly. As long as they remain in the valley, there should be no problem."
"They were staying when we left them," Gorgon said stoutly. "But..."
Agon's face went stony. "But?" he pressed in a deadly tone.
Gorgon shifted uncomfortably. "Um... it's just... they might have got tired of waiting.. and followed." He had no intention of saying that they'd planned to do that from the start- this situation was bad enough! He didn't even dare to look at his Lord Uncle now...
"I see." Agon calmly walked to the door. "I will send personnel to retrieve them at once."
At that moment, however, Black Bolt and Medusa walked in. She dropped his hand as soon as she realised they had an audience, and Black Bolt, correctly interpreting his father's expression, took a step back, pushing Medusa behind him protectively. The tension in the room was thick enough to walk on, yet when Agon spoke, his voice was carefully controlled.
"Blackagar, go back to your quarters, I will speak with you later."
Black Bolt left, glancing back worriedly- he had a feeling this would end badly.
"Rynda, take the boys out of here."
She complied immediately, sheperding them all out.
Medusa, left alone with Agon, tried not to shiver. He eyed her for a long time. "You, come with me. I think we need to have a discussion." He went straight to his study, not giving her a chance to refuse- not that she would have dared. Cold shivers ran down her spine as she followed.
"Sit down," he invited, gesturing to a chair.
She sat.
He remained standing. "I trust that Rynda discussed with you why you have been still permitted to be my son's future wife?"
Medusa nodded silently.
"And I trust she told you that your life is forfeit should you betray that honour."
Another nod.
Agon leaned over her, his hands on the armrests, his face inches from hers. "Then why are you putting our city at risk?"
Tears started in her eyes. "I didn't think of it like that. I was just trying to get us home as quickly as possible!"
"You didn't think of it like that? My, my. What a stupid child to have to marry my son..."
Medusa cringed, unsure what to say. Her mouth spoke without consulting her brain. "Well, nothing went wrong, did it?" She clapped her hands to her mouth- that had come out a lot more disrespectful than she'd intended...
Agon's expression didn't change as he lifted his hand and slapped her soundly across the face.
Her head spun with the force of the blow. She didn't move for a minute afterwards, waiting for the lights flickering across her gaze to disappear.
Agon grasped her by the shoulders (unwittingly leaving bruises) and pulled her back to face him.
"What did you say?"
"I'm sorry," Medusa squeaked, resisting the urge to rub her sore face. Tears pooled in her eyes. I want my daughter back! She thought desperately. She had been forced to give up Crystal for this?
"Good. Now get to the medical wing. I may have struck you harder than I intended."
She stumbled to her feet and left as quickly as she could. Agon rested his head in his hands. Why does all this have to be so difficult?
Rynda slipped into the room then. "Is everything all right?"
"You tell me," Agon replied, slumping down. "My temper got the best of me again. I think Medusalith is going to bruise."
Rynda shrugged. "It's not like she can't expect to be slapped now and then."
Agon sighed. "I am twice as strong as she is, and an adult. I shouldn't have lost control like that."
"I was slapped all the time growing up, does it matter?" Rynda asked, arching a brow.
"I suppose not..." Agon's eyes were dark with memory. "Just... whenever I lose control, it reminds me of... my childhood, and what I never wanted to become..."
Rynda put a hand on his shoulder. "You are not your father."
"Am I not?"
"No." Rynda said decisively. "You might have a temper, but so does your brother. Neither you or Korath would ever behave as Symak did."
"I wish I could be that certain."
"Then be that certain," Rynda replied firmly. "Just don't be him..."
He met her eyes, showing a vulnerability that only she ever saw. "But what if I don't have a choice?"
She put her hand on his face. "Listen to me. Children do not become their parents. Ever. You are your own person. Just as Blackagar and Maximus are."
Agon rested his forehead against hers. "I hope you're right."
She smiled smugly. "I'm always right. You should know that by now!" She pressed her lips to his forehead.
"I knew there was a reason I married you." He smiled, drawing her closer for a longer kiss. Both were smiling when they broke apart. Agon stood up.
"I need to speak with Blackagar... and perhaps you should check on Medusalith? I imagine she's in her room... by the way, where are the other children?"
"Gorgon, Karnak and Triton are outside playing sports. Korath and Milena are supervising them in case someone gets hurt. Maximus is in-"
"His lab." Agon finished with a sigh. "Remind me to speak with him too, I'm not convinced he wasn't involved in the muzzle's theft. I'll have to make another one either way..."
They'd made their way out of the study as they talked, and exchanged quick smiles before going their seperate ways- Blackagar's cell and Medusalith's room were on opposite sides of the palace.
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Medusa sat down outside of Black Bolt's cell. "Are you alright?"
He nodded, raised his fist, and then held up two fingers. Medusa raised her brows.
"What?"
Black Bolt scribbled something down. Two fingers up, held together. U. You.
"Oh, I get it! And I guess I'm okay..."
Black Bolt frowned. Did he hit you?
"No!" She denied automatically. I don't want him to quarrel with his father over me...
He raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical. Then the bruise on your face came from...? He folded his arms, waiting for her to elaborate. If Father did this... Just the thought made him angry. Despite having only known Medusa for a few days, he felt very protective, although he couldn't say why. Maybe it's just because she's not as afraid of me as everyone else? Look at the risk she was willing to take earlier!
Medusa, meanwhile, had been scrambling for an answer. "It was an accident." And that was an obvious lie! she scolded herself. She had a feeling Black Bolt didn't believe her, but thankfully he didn't press the issue. She tensed suddenly. "Will you get in trouble for this?"
He shrugged. It doesn't bother me if I do.
A smile tugged at Medusa's lips. "So, what did you think of Attilan?"
His eyes lit up. It's even more amazing than I imagined. I hope I get permission to go again sometime.
"I suppose your parents might let you go with one of our cousins if you wanted..."
He shook his head, making the 'you' sign.
"I don't know if they'll let me for a while. I'm in trouble, after all..."
I'll wait, then. It probably is too risky, anyway. I'll need a new muzzle before I think of anything else.
Medusa nodded. "I don't think you're quite as dangerous as you thought, though."
He blinked. She grinned.
"You were outside without the muzzle for over an hour today and nothing happened!"
His eyes widened, a look of wonder on his face, as if this really hadn't occured to him until just now. Medusa pressed her hand to the glass again, like she had earlier. He followed suit. Another blush coloured both their faces as she met his eyes. "I think you're better at control than you realise. You've just never had a chance to test it before..."
They remained gazing at each other, unaware that they had an audience.
Maximus slunk away from Black Bolt's cell, his lower lip pushed out in a pout. It's not fair! But I'll show her. I'll show them all!
He almost walked into his father as he took his leave. Agon gazed down at him resignedly.
"What are you doing here?"
"Nothing!" Maximus stormed off. Why is everyone always suspicious of me?!
Agon sighed heavily before continuing down the corridor, needing to talk to Blackagar.
He frowned when he entered the room adjoining his son's; Medusalith was there, and they had their hands pressed together against the glass. He cleared his throat and they both jumped. Medusalith paled to see him.
"I told you to go to your room."
Medusa frowned- he'd actually told her to go to the medical wing, and hadn't specified where she should go afterwards. Thankfully, she thought better of actually saying that. Black Bolt was writing rapidly, but only let his father see the note.
Agon frowned. "Medusalith, please take your leave. My son and I have a matter to discuss."
Medusa nodded and with a small smile at Black Bolt she left the room. Agon turned back to his son warily.
"Yes. I lost my temper for a moment with her."
Why?
Agon sighed. "I just panicked when I heard you were outside without anything to restrain your abilities. I took it all out on her. I know I shouldn't have, but I am not impressed that you went along with the idea! I've told you all your life not to take chances, and yet you do this?!"
Nothing happened. Medusa knew a way back that wasn't very populated, and she helped keep me calm. And for that you struck her. I don't want to talk to you right now.
Agon grimaced. "Blackagar..." He didn't know what to say, since his son was right.
Just leave. Black Bolt turned away from his father, picking up a book and beginning to read, making it clear the conversation was over.
Agon sighed and left. I should apologise to Medusalith. But then, if I do, will she realize the extent of damage her actions could have caused? He had no idea, and could think of no solution. He continued walking, his shoulders slumped.
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Azur took a deep breath, steeling herself. It had been years since she'd seen her sister, but as she had been unable to speak with Medusalith, this seemed the only way to find out the truth of her new 'niece's' birth. She hesitated only briefly before opening the door.
"Azur?" Ambur asked incredulously when she came into view. "What brings you here?"
Azur shrugged, keeping her face casual. "I had some time to spare, and having met Medusalith, I thought it would be nice to meet your new child as well."
"Crystalia is sleeping. But I suppose we can talk for a bit. How is Medusalith doing?"
"Well enough, though she seems sad at times." Azur sighed. "Ambur, I've heard some worrying things... is there somewhere we can talk privately?"
Ambur nodded stiffly and lead her to a secluded room. "What is it?"
Azur took a deep breath. "Just something Korath's son Gorgon said to me. A rumour that supposedly came from Maximus... about Crystalia's origins."
Ambur's face went cold as ice. "This conversation is over."
"Ambur-"
"I said it's over."
"So its true. Crystalia is Medusalith's daughter."
Ambur grabbed her sister by the arm, leading her back towards the front door. "The child, in the eyes of the king and the Council, is Quelin's and mine. And we will not discuss this again. Understood?"
"You can't keep ignoring facts, Ambur. What about the father, does he even know-"
"Get out!"
Azur braced herself against the door to prevent her sister from throwing her out. "And what of Medusalith? She will not be permitted to raise her own child?"
"She's only a child herself!"
"So you'll just carry on this lie forever?"
"It is for the best! Medusalith's lucky that her marriage to the Crown Prince still stands!"
Their voices were louder than they realised, and they were interrupted by an infant's wail.
Ambur glowered at her sister. "Now look what you've done!" She stalked off to see to the baby. Azur followed, wanting a look at her great-niece. Maybe, if I have a chance, I can tell Medusalith I've seen her, let her know how she is...
She walked into a lavishly decorated nursery, to see Ambur rocking a screaming, red-faced golden haired baby.
"She's so tiny..." Azur breathed, stepping forward involuntarily. It took a few seconds for the real implications to sink in. "She looks as if she was genetically engineered!"
"What are you implying?" Ambur snarled.
Azur blinked. "I'm just amazed that a child conceived and carried without scientific intervention looks so much like any of our children did, prior to Terrigenesis."
Ambur snorted. "Which is why Medusalith is still being permitted to marry Blackagar instead of being executed for treason."
Azur's jaw dropped. "Treason? For what?"
"Sleeping with the enemy instead of her betrothed."
Azur paled. "I think you need to start this at the beginning."
Ambur ignored her sister, trying to calm the baby.
Crystal's wails eventually softened to whimpers. Azur folded her arms.
"I'm waiting."
Ambur sat down, looking weary. Azur sat as well, surprised - she had never seen her sister look so defeated before.
"Just over a year ago, Medusa began acting strangely. She was bellingerent and rude and was always lying. Then we found out she was pregnant. We tried to keep it a secret, I didn't care who the father was so long as she never saw him again. And then... Banth delivered a message to the king and queen personally telling them all about it."
Azur gasped. "Banth?!"
Ambur nodded miserably.
"He's practically our age, if not older! Why in blazes would he-" Azur broke off, looking disgusted.
"I don't know. But afterwards, there was talk of exile for Medusalith, or even execution." Ambur shivered. "Until Crystalia was born looking normal. That is the only reason her betrothal still stands, but Agon and Rynda insisted she be removed from our care, and the baby be raised as ours to avoid scandal in the court. Quelin and I agreed that they know best."
"Didn't Medusalith have any say in this?" Azur demanded.
Ambur shrugged. "Being given her own way is what got her into this situation, sister. At least she's out of Banth's reach now. That's how I convinced her to let go of Crystalia."
"So you're blaming it all on her, just as I suppose Agon and Rynda are?" Azur's eyes flashed.
"She should have known better."
"She's sixteen! Has anyone even asked for her side of the story?"
"Such things are better left in the past." Ambur said firmly. "As far as most people will know, Crystalia is mine. We shouldn't even be discussing this, it's been forbidden. I don't think I have to explain that you mustn't tell anyone?"
Azur glared at her sister, disbelief in her eyes. "And that's it? You're not even going to try and find out why? I cannot believe Medusalith commited treason knowingly."
"She was well aware of her betrothal to the prince, yet she went to Banth anyway. In the eyes of our law, that is treason. You know that as well as I do."
"And is Banth receiving any punishment for this? It seems to me as if Medusalith alone is being blamed!"
"Banth is from far too powerful a family. If he recieved punishment, he would tell everybody about Medusalith. And then who would want her for their queen? There was talk from Agon of making her Blackagar's mistress instead of his wife. I cannot allow that..." Ambur seemed to wilt a moment.
Azur sighed heavily, before her face hardened. "Maybe I should go speak with Banth?"
"No! You aren't meant to know any of this, remember?" Ambur sounded genuinely panicked. "If rumours start spreading, all the effort that's been put in to maintain Medusalith's status- our family's status- will be undone. Please, just forget all of this!"
"She's only sixteen, he should be prosecuted! Even if he seduced her, the age of consent-"
"Isn't relevant when it comes to these matters."
"Makes it statutory rape."
Ambur shook her head. "We cannot risk this information being made known."
"I hope Medusalith is at least receiving some sort of emotional counselling?"
Ambur looked blank. "Why? She chose to give herself to him..."
"Under how much pressure? And she's had to give up her child and leave her home, after finding out the man who pursued her was a liar! You don't think she might need to talk to someone?"
Ambur shrugged uneasily. "Maybe... but that's really up to the king and queen to decide now."
Azur shook her head in disgust. "You're even worse at being a mother than you are at being a sister. I have half a mind to sue you for custody of Crystalia!"
Ambur paled. "You can't stir all this up again! Don't you understand? This can never be public knowledge!"
Azur stared steadily at Ambur. "Do you plan on letting Medusa see her daughter again?"
"Rynda and Agon have forbidden it."
Azur wanted to throttle her sister. "And when did you lose the ability to think for yourself?! Agon and Rynda don't know everything, Ambur. Besides, when Medusalith marries Blackagar, her 'sister' will be considered a princess. How do you plan to keep them apart then?" She raised an eyebrow in challenge.
"It is not my place to question the king and queen! And if I don't do as they say, they could rescind Medusalith's pardon and have her executed or worse! It's her life at stake here, Azur! Are you so blind that you can't see that?"
Azur fell silent, not having a response to that. Logically, she knew Ambur was right- the power of the royal family in Attilan was absolute, and could not be ignored. She left silently, lost in thought. It is wrong to keep Medusalith apart from Crystalia... maybe I can find a way around it? If I were to ask to bring my niece to visit her sister in front of the Council, there wouldn't be a lot Agon and Rynda could do... Mulling over this idea, she made her way home.