Rescue Me

Chapter Six

He had to stop her. There was no way he was letting her near that demon, besides if anything this could be his only chance at redemption, something even mediocrely better than this hell-hole that he landed himself in. Quickly he set to work as he once again picked up the burning cold shards of his heart.

Present-

Alastair fiddled with a gold ring that had an amethyst colored stone in his fingers. He was watching his crystal ball and saw Anna reading to Hans. Sighing he willed the ring away and got up as he heard her voice, "Hans entered the throne room, his once pristine princely garb in a mess."

Alastair remembered this day clearly, in fact he knew that after Anna reads this story, he was going to get summoned to the princess. So he started getting the ingredients together that he would need in preparation for what the princess's request was going to be; and this time he was sure that this was going to work in his favor. He would not fail again.

The past- over a millennium ago-

"Feyre we shouldn't be doing this." He groaned as she pushed him into her room. Despite his protest, he made sure the door was closed and mentally put up a protection spell that would alert him of anyone coming.

"Oh come now. No one will know, and clearly we are too good at keeping this secret if no one, including my parents and Roku, have yet to figure us out." She pushed him against the door and tore his hood off his head revealing his jet black hair and now brighter blue eyes. Leaning against him keeping her hands on his broad chest she leans up on her toes and places a kiss on his lips.

He responded in kind, deepening the kiss as his hands wondered to her hips and envelope her fully into him as he then lifts her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and once he made sure she was secure against him, he makes his way towards the large king sized bed. Sitting her on the bed he pulls away as they gasp for air, "Fey we've been lucky and I-"

"Shush, no more talking." She pulled on his robe and leaned back causing him to fall forward. He shot his hands out to catch himself so that he wouldn't fall completely on top of her.

"But-" He goes to protest, but her mouth was already on his, silencing his protests. His mind goes blank for a moment, and just for that one moment he forgets about the troubles around him. The fact that he was the royal sorcerer in training, that he was Roku's apprentice, that he was secretly courting Princess Feyre Sinclair. However now that those thoughts had been purged from his mind, they just came back at full force and he snaps his eyes open, just as her fingers dig into his back, pleading in her own way how much he was needed for her right now.

Sensing his shifting mood, she allows him to pull away, "Alastair what is with you today?" She asks softly as he lays next to her staring up at the ceiling.

Alastair looks at her with troubling eyes and sighs deeply. He wants to tell her the truth about what happened at the meeting, but knows that he cannot; but seeing the bright concern in her depths, he knows that he cannot keep anything from her, so he begins to tell her what happened. Once the tale was accomplished he looks at her softly as she stares blindly into the ceiling, "Please say something."

"I do not know what to say, other than I am sorry." Seeing his confused look out of the corner of her eye, she shifts on the bed, resting on her side with her hand propping up her head, "It makes my troubles in court today appear so insignificant."

Alastair mirrored her position and took one of his hands and brushed it through her soft brown hair, "Nothing that happens to you is insignificant love."

Feyre smiled softly at him and sighed deeply as she sat up, "Can we just get of here for a bit?"

"Tell me what happened. Please?" Alastair asked following her example and sat up with her. Clearly something major happened for her to be this desperate for his affections. He could sense the desperation and need in her as soon as they had met up in the hallway.

"Let's just go first…somewhere where we can just be Feyre and Alastair…not Princess or Royal Sorcerer-In-Training." Then looking at him she adds, "Besides I think you need a break from this place fully just as much as I do."

He smiled as he stood up and grabbed her hands in his, "As you wish." Looking at her fireplace, he waves his hand in front of it. The fire roars to life, its blazes take up the whole area inside. The red flames burn a bright green and he leads her over to it. Nodding, they both take a step into it and disappear, leaving the fire to dwindle back to its normal size and color.

They appear in a little cabin moments later. It was actually his cabin that they exited out of, it was his own private place and used as an emergency hideout if something should happen to the palace. Immediately they smell salt water and hear waves crashing. Feyre smiles brightly as she lets go of his hand and runs to the door. He watches in momentary sadness as she ventures outside, "Come on Al!" She yells as she twirls in the sunlight. Shaking his head, he follows and shields his eyes. Indeed, it was a sunny, yet breezy afternoon on the cliffs of Pyrius. Feyre grabs his hand once more, after she has settled down from enjoying the freedom from her invisible shackles, and leads them over to sit on the ledge of these massive cliffs, and listens to the crashing of the waves pounding against the massive rocks.

Alastair steals a look as she had closed her eyes as soon as they sat in silence, taking in the sounds and warm sunlight on them. He does not push, knowing she would reveal her troubles in time, so he settles on enjoying the open horizon. A blanket of milky gray clouds coats the area where the sky seems to touch the ocean. Ships of all shapes and sizes ride the waves of the large body of water, no doubt coming back from trading in foreign countries, "Everything is wrong Al."

"Excuse me?" He asked as he draws his attention back to her.

"What happened in court; you asked me to tell you what my troubles were, and that is what they are. Everything about this royal system is wrong. It is the cause of my troubles."

Alastair sat in silence not knowing how to reply, so he took a deep breath and asked, "And what is so wrong about it?"

"A lot of things." Feyre said as she gazed out into the horizon. She sighed softly and said, "It is times like these that I wish I could get on a boat and change my identity."

Alastair did not like where this conversation was headed at all, "But why?" Feyre was not looking at him, and he desperately needed to see her bright green eyes, "Fey please." He pleaded just as softly as she had been with him as he touched under her chin and turned her face to look at him.

She grasped his hand that was holding her chin, "I am a princess Al. Part of my duties as a princess is marrying and carrying out the bloodline." Alastair really did not like where this was going, "I was in a meeting with my parents…about setting up an arranged marriage."

"Arranged marriage?!" He yelled as he jumped up and paced away from the cliffs, "I am courting you and they have the nerve to pull this?!"

"We are in a secret relationship!" Feyre yelled back as she too got up and watched his erratic pacing, "It's not I could tell them that arranged marriage was not an option. Even then it wouldn't matter."

"Why?" He asked desperately, "We go to them and tell them that we are courting. We make them see that I am good for you and make you happy." He reasoned as he went over to her and grabbed her hands.

Feyre sighed and pulled away, "My mother and father are choosing my new husband. You are a Royal Sorcerer; in-training no less, I am a princess and law says that I can only marry a prince."

"So you don't want to fight for us?" Alastair asked incredulously.

"Of course I want to fight for us! I love you! Why did you think I was so desperate to show it to you before we came here?!" She yelled back angrily. Seeing his hurt look, she softened considerably and said, "Besides my parents married for love, but…Alastair…how did this become such a mess?"

He shook his head as she stared out at the horizon again. Coming up behind her, he hugged her from behind and she grabbed his hands as he inhaled her strawberry scented brown hair, "I do not know, but we will figure this out."

"I do not see how." She admitted softly, "Unless we just do it."

"Do what?"

She turned to face him and held his face in her hands, looking deeply into his eyes, "Run. It would so easy! You could disguise us and we could go anywhere we wanted. It would be easy."

Alastair looked at her sadly. He wanted to, after finding this out, he so wanted to morph them into someone new now and just leave. However he knew that they couldn't do that, and she must have read him like the open-book he was to her that her face fell, "Yea it was a stupid idea wasn't it?"

"No darling. It was not stupid, it was reasonable. It's just that you have people here that are counting on you, on us." Alastair said softly. He approached her again as she stood near the cliffs and looked out, "From the first time we met at the picnic you welcomed me with the kindness I was never shown. You treated me like an equal. You never once judged me. I watched you grow from a child into a fabulous young woman who deserves so much in her life."

She had turned and looked at him now, "I want you though." She muttered as she rubbed her hands on his chest.

"And I want you too." He said as he stepped away from her. She watched as he waved his hand and in the palm of his hand was a twenty four karat gold ring with an amethyst stone. Her hands flew to her mouth as he knelt down and held it out to her, "Will you marry me?"

"Alastair, oh my god. Yes!" She jumped on him and kissed him, "Oh Alastair yes. I will marry you." He slid the ring on her finger and she held it close to her heart, "But what about my parents? Your job? You will lose your job."

"We will figure this out. For now let's just enjoy this moment." He responded softly and kissed her deeply again.