Chapter 7

Sorry this chapter is a day late. My internet was playing up and so, I couldn't upload the chapter.

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(Eragon)

'I don't think… you'll ever… understand… h… how… long I have… waited… for you to… to do something… like that to… to me,' Eragon said through his laboured breathing. Arya lay on top of him and was doing the same. They had spent all day in the room. The sun was about to set. She was about to stand up but then locked his lips with hers. They pulled away, gasping for air and Arya was about to start again.

'Arya?'

'Yes iet Shur'tugal?'

'Did you mean what you said to me this morning?' he questioned.

'Yes. Every word of it.'

She then said his true name and repeated everything that she had said that morning in the ancient language.

She then continued with her kissing until Eragon realised what she wanted.

'Arya… please give me a break. I'm only a hybrid elf. Not a full one like you. I don't have that much stamina. I'm sore from…' he thought of a word to describe what had happened, 'the last… session.'

She laughed before giving him her own energy.

'How about now?' she asked teasingly.

'Don't you have duties to fulfil as queen?'

'And what about the duties towards my mate?'

He groaned before giving in to her lust.

(Rya)

Murtagh woke up later then her but the sun still hadn't risen. They decided to leave earlier than they first planned as it would ruin anymore assassination plans on them if anyone had eavesdropped on them the night before. They unlocked the door so the tavern owners would still find their keys. They then jumped out of the window on the other side of the room. After landing, Rya saw a shadow flit across the street towards them. He had a large, two-handed cleaver in his hands.

He wasn't expecting this, she thought to herself. Murtagh hadn't noticed the man but she had. She immediately pulled her bow off from her back and took an arrow out from her giant quiver. She took aim but before she fired at the attacker, he saw her and jumped behind a wagon filled with wheat and other crops.

Murtagh was looking at her in an odd way.

'What are you aiming at?' he asked.

'There's someone behind that wagon,' she said, pointing towards where the man was hiding.

Murtagh shook his head.

'Someone desperately wants us dead. This is third assassin we are about to encounter. If we run we may be able to make it into the open before he reaches us.'

Rya still had her bow aimed at the wagon. Murtagh then turned around and ran towards the courtyard of the tavern. Rya did the same but she saw something fly past her face while she ran. Whatever it was, it had only missed her by less than an inch. She made it into the courtyard and looked back. The pursuer had stopped but was still hidden by the shadows.

'We need to speed up and reach Thorn before we run into anymore,' she whispered to Murtagh, still aware that the man was still standing and watching them. Murtagh remained silent and was staring with an unfocused demeanour.

'Thorn is coming,' he said randomly.

'Really? How do you know?' she asked in astonishment.

'Riders use mental communication to converse with their dragons. We can also speak like this and they will understand us, but we can't understand them without communicating mentally,' he explained. The assassin had gone by then.

Two minutes later, Thorn landed in the courtyard. They got onto him and they began the final stretch of the journey to Ilirea.

(Arya)

'Please Arya… I'm begging you! Please not again.'

They had just gone for the third time and he was begging her not to have a fourth "session".

'Why do you torture me so? I enjoy this but I am sore and tired,' he complained.

'I don't care,' she stated firmly.

'Where do you get so much energy from?' he asked bewildered.

'I don't know. I just use it,' she answered playfully. She then ran her finger up and down his chest muscles, outlining each one with her finger. He was much bulkier than elves, and she liked that about him. He wasn't like other elves. He had a shape which resembled strength. She continued tracing her fingers around each muscle and made her way towards the ones under his armpit.

Eragon squealed.

'Ticklish are we? I didn't think you would be. Maybe I could tickle you into submission?' she asked menacingly.

'No you won't, you minx,' he retorted, worry evident in his voice.

She grinned before making him laugh and writhe uncomfortably. He tried his very best to make her stop but his lack in strength didn't allow him to.

The only words that could escape from his mouth while he laughed were, "please stop".

During her entertainment, she kept on saying, 'How about now? Will you give in now?'

After a minute of forced laughing, Eragon gave in to his dominant mate.

'Ok! Fine I'll do what you want! Please stop!'

She stopped her assault on his body and then started to fulfil her desires again… for the fourth time.

(Rya)

Ilirea was threefold larger than Gil'ead and she was staring at the city beneath her. They had arrived in the capital four hours before sunset. Thorn was attracting the cities attention with his magnificent red scales. Rya could see the palace and it took her breath away. She had only heard descriptions of the royal palace but she had never thought of it to be like this. It was made of gold which people had said had been supplied by the dwarves after the war. There were several entrances but the main one was the most grand of them all. It was framed in diamond and had doors made of reinforced gold doors with rubies, emeralds and sapphires gilded into them.

The doorway seemed large enough to allow Thorn to fly in easily. The dragon did just that and landed in front of a large throne.

Murtagh leaped off and so did Rya. In front of them was a throne which vibrated with colours. It almost seemed like it was constantly changing.

Probably done by magic, she assumed.

Murtagh dipped his head in respect though he did not go into a full bow.

The king started the conversation.

'Greetings Murtagh, Rider of Thorn Brisingrskular. To what do I owe the pleasure of having one of the heroes of old in my throne room?'

'Greetings your majesty. I have come to warn you about an attack that is to be prepared for. Some of your cities have been attacked already. Lady Arya of the elves has sent me to be,' Murtagh said respectfully.

The king laughed. Rya was shocked.

'How could you?' she asked him disgustedly. 'Your cities, towns and villages have been attacked by these Riders and now we have come to warn you and you laugh? Don't you have any remorse?'

The king suddenly became angry. 'HOW DARE YOU? You come into my throne room and ask me questions that you have no right to ask? You challenge my authority?'

Rya was filled with rage. 'I have every right to ask. Am I not one of the people entrusted into your rule? So why shouldn't I-'

'SHUT YOUR GOB BEFORE I FILL IT WITH SHITE! DO YOU HEAR ME?' the king was standing.

Rya was about to continue arguing but Murtagh grabbed her shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak but she shrugged him off and continued.

'I TRAVELLED OVER TWO HUNDRED LEAGUES TO COME AND CONVEY THIS INFORMATION TO YOU! I DUELLED WITH AND BEAT A RIDER! DO EVERYTIHING YOU CAN TO PROTECT YOUR PEOPLE NOW!' she shouted.

The king spat on the floor. 'I am more important than my people you bastard.'

Rya was a colossal mess when she became angry. Her first meeting with the king would leave her with a powerful enemy. She drew an arrow from her quiver, used her bow to aim it next to the king's head and fired. The arrow hit the throne next to his skull. Rya drew her bow back a second time and this time aimed the bow at his forehead.

'The next arrow goes through your hollow head. Do you hear me?' she asked through clenched teeth. 'Or are you as thick as soup to ignore such a threat since you are such a great king? I doubt I can do much if you laugh at the face of Riders who are all hell bent on killing everything they find.'

The king was wide eyed. The guards in the room had all drawn their swords. Murtagh was looking at her in dismay. She had ruined the counsel he had sought with the king with her temper. But she couldn't care less. She wanted this maggot spawn to do something right for his people.

'Kill her!' the pig shouted.

She turned around and shot the arrow at whoever she saw first. Murtagh had drawn his sword and was standing in a fighting stance.

Two guards started running towards her. She threw two hatchets and they both fell to the floor.

Rya then drew her swords and prepared for combat. They would be against the entire army of the empire. The true magnitude of what she had done dawned upon her. They would be against the best and the worst the king had to offer.

'You stupid girl! Why did you do this? You couldn't keep your anger contained?'

'Well what? It was wrong!' Rya protested. Twenty guards came in through the door.

'These are my best soldiers. They will make the two of you wish you had never started this conversation,' the king called from behind them.

A moment later, the warriors were buried in a red inferno. Thorn cleaved apart the few that had survived his jet of blazes.

'Climb onto Thorn,' Murtagh shouted through the screams from the burning soldiers, 'he'll keep you safe.'

'Where are you going?' she asked worriedly.

'To get the two eggs entrusted to Ilirea. After today, I doubt he will take kindly to the Riders; I need to get the eggs otherwise the new Riders will be jeopardised.'

He then sprinted off towards the king and stood in front of him while he writhed with a look of pain on his face. She jumped onto the huge dragon before looking back Murtagh then ran off towards one of the doors. Five minutes later, he returned holding two eggs: one white, the other black. He put them into Thorn's saddlebags and Thorn kicked off the ground.

'Brace yourself!' Murtagh shouted.

Rya did as she was told while Thorn broke through the ceiling. Gold bricks were falling as Rya held onto Murtagh. Thorn flew through one more floor and then flew through a wall and out of the palace. They then started the journey to Du Weldenvarden while on the face of every wall in the empire's cities.

'I guess we won't be using Gil'ead to arrive at our destination,' Murtagh said, trying to sound enthusiastic.

She agreed, as Thorn flew off into the sunset: to the forest of the elves.

(Eragon)

Eragon lay panting on the bed. He had tried to escape the wrath of his lover seven times after she found out about him being ticklish. They only stopped twice. For Eragon to eat. He tried to eat slowly so as to regain his strength and find a method of escape but both times Arya got fed up and started feeding him herself, then dragged him back to the bed. With his ticklishness and his true name to her disposal, he was hers. He couldn't complain about the pleasure but he needed to stop.

'Arya… please don't… not again,' he pleaded. 'I am a Rider. I have two students they haven't been taught anything for a while. I don't even know if they've arrived in Ellesméra. The last time I saw them was at Gilderien the wises' post at the edge of the city. I need to teach them Arya. They're Riders. So am I. You're a queen. You're not without you're duties either. Please… I'm begging you, please, just this once, let me go.'

'Promise me that you will return tonight,' she conditioned.

'It's day again? How much longer did you want to keep me?'

'Promise me!' It didn't seem as though she was willing to let him go easily.

'I promise,' he said in the ancient language.

'Now leave. And do what you need to. You have five days until you leave… and I will be joining you.'

'We've spent two days here?' he cried in unbelief.

'Yes. Why? Didn't you notice?' she asked in amusement.

'No, but please, don't take me through that again. Now I'm finding it hard to move.'

'Fine. But leave quickly before I give in to myself.'

Eragon limped painfully towards his clothes and put them on. They felt suddenly warm on him after being cloth less for such a long time.

He walked towards the door and reached for the handle, but felt a hand close around his.

'Too slow.'

Dread crept all over Eragon.

'Just joking,' and she let him go.

Eragon spent the rest of the week training the twins, and spent every night with Arya. On his seventh day in Ellesméra, he was expecting Murtagh, but he didn't arrive. He needed a report before he set out to locate the Riders. The last he heard of Murtagh was of him in Ilirea and an outlaw throughout the empire, along with his new companion whom Murtagh didn't tell him about. According to the king, they rudely stormed into his throne room, and demanded answers with a "disgusting demeanour". From what Eragon knew of Murtagh, he wouldn't do anything to provoke other nations into a feud with the Riders.

'Maximus, always keep your guard up. You'll be hacked to pieces the way you currently spar,' Eragon scolded his student.

'I'm sorry Ebrithil, it's just that, I think I can see Master Thorn, and master Murtagh,' he protested.

Eragon spun on his heels and looked into the sky. Sure enough, there was a dragon that looked as though it was a flaming rock, flying towards a battlement after being launched by a catapult.

Eragon cracked his knuckles. They have a lot of questions to answer, he said to Saphira, who was teaching Sunset and Sunrise.

I'm quite sure he had a reason for angering King Harlem, she replied. You'll see.

He'd better…

Leave a review. I know I made Arya's behaviour seem weird, but I needed something to happen to Eragon while he waited for Murtagh to return.

I'm going to upload this chapter as soon as my router is back online.

I'm going to be getting a new broadband set,so I won't be updating for a while.