Kierran
My body seemed to move on its own as my feet moved towards Thorn. My arms scooped up her already limb body and pulled her to me, leaving a small blood trail behind. Her breathing was faint and came out as gasps.
The wyvern's tail looked to be only inches from going completely through Thorn. If she didn't see it before it attacked her it probably would have went completely through. She would be dead, I realized, if she hadn't seen that wyvern, but how did she see it?
"Akantha?" I whispered Thorn's real name. Thorn was a nickname just like Puck was one for Robyn Goodfellow. I knew Thorn's full name, but I didn't know mine to give to her.
Thorn's eyes fluttered slightly as I spoke her name, giving me hope. I lifted her up feeling in control of my body once more.
"Kierran?" Electra's dreaded voice came from behind me.
"I have to go," I answered without turning to her and instead headed for the carriage.
"Excuse me?" she growled as I heard her footsteps crunching in the snow behind me.
"You heard what I said." I got to the carriage and, with difficulty, opened its door without Thorn touching the iron handle. Once the door was swung open I laid Thorn's blood covered body on the seat.
I heard Electra's gasp as she saw the girl I loved wound. I ignored her as usual and turned towards her. "Electra," I started, "tell Mab I stayed with my mother also, but don't tell her my mother is ill."
My driver wasn't any where to be seen, so I covered Thorn with my suit jacket—it was the only thing with no blood on it, well mostly—and I shut the carriage door, and went to the drivers seat to take the reins. Electra hissed as I put the jacket on Thorn as if she didn't want the suit she had made for me to touch anyone else. I shook my head and whipped the reins without another word.
My plan: to go to Puck for help.
Kiri
I had to control screaming Thorn's name like my cousin had when I had accidentally came on the seen. I was coming out for fresh air, feeling overwhelmed by all the men that surrounded me inside, and was able to glimpse the speeding wyvern just before its tail struck Thorn.
I wanted to go straight back inside to warn someone, but who could I have warned? Then it hit me; Wolf was Thorn's protector, sworn to be. I could go to him!
Turning on my heal I ran back inside towards the last place I had seen him, but once I was there The Wolf was gone and in his place was Ion. His lips were pulled back in a hard line, I knew something was wrong instantly.
"What's going on?" I had asked once I was close enough to him.
"Thorn's in danger, Wolf sensed it and dashed away," Ion answered.
I didn't mean to but I suddenly blurted out, "A wyvern tried to kill her..."
Ion's slender shoulders instantly stiffened. "What did you just say?" I didn't dare repeat myself as Ion's icy green-like eyes turned to me, but he repeated his question with a coldness only a Winter prince could have.
"I think she was killed by a wyvern..." I finally pushed out breathlessly. Ion was gone though as soon as I said killed. I watched him slide through the crowd with the shocking speed of fey.
Realization hit me then, He loves her.
Kierran
I whipped the reins as I directed us towards the Summer Court. I wanted to move as fast as I could if the Iron horses would let me.
"Come on guys," I pleaded. "Please go faster."
"Young prince, it would be dangerous for us to go any faster," said one of the horses.
I was getting impatient and yelled out, "Just go faster! That's an order."
They both shook their heads but their medal hooves hit the ground harder and faster. As soon as they began going faster I understood why they said it was dangerous.
I was bouncing so far off my seat I was pretty sure I was going to fall off—or have a sore ass. But neither would stop me from helping Thorn.
I wonder how she's doing with this bumping ride...? I thought worriedly. With that thought in mind I turned to try to get into the carriage. I held onto the top of the carriage and once I was sure I had a good grip on it, I slowly began to stand. My body was stiff with fear; for me and Thorn. My heart beat was going faster than a human cheetah's running. Shuffling my feet to the edge of the driver's bench, I looked at the door of the carriage. I was suddenly thankful for the iron handle on the carriage. I saw the spark of glamour and smirked, forgetting where I was for a moment. Holding onto the handle with my glamour, frozen flowers began to bloom on the side of the carriage. When I used my glamour I had to use all of it; including my Summer and Winter. It was the only way I could keep myself from becoming sick.
Back to the topic at hand, I didn't want to leave a long trail of flowers to follow me and jumped. I didn't let go of the roof and opened the door with a yank of glamour. As it opened I grabbed the door—almost missing it— and pulled myself to the inside of the carriage using the swinging of the door, landing on my knees with a loud thud.
Pulling the door completely shut behind me I jumped to my feet. Panting slightly, I hurried to Thorn's side, and nearly slipped on the blood covered floor. I want to rip off my other sleeve to cover her back, but I realized it wouldn't be enough. Her dress might be though...
Very hesitantly, I ripped Thorn's skirt from her mid-thigh, I hoped Puck wouldn't see me as a rapist as I lifted the severed purple cloth. I began with the cloth over her wound in the front and I lifted Thorn lightly—thankfully she made a slight whimper, so I knew she was alive though she wasn't conscious—and wrapped the cloth around her torso. When there was no more cloth to wrap around I formed a ice needle as small as a screw and stuck it through the folded cloth to hold its place.
My hands were shaking as I reached down and took Thorn's cold one. I caressed her cheek with my thumb and knelt beside her. Her face looked pinched in constant pain, but she still didn't wake.
"Hold on, Thorn," I whispered. "We'll have you home soon."
I stayed in the carriage with Thorn until the Iron horses came to a halt. I didn't want to move and looked out the window. We were finally in front of Puck's small house. I sighed with relief scooping Thorn into my arms. I kicked the carriage door open and practically ran to Goodfellow's front door, but I didn't want to hurt Thorn so I slowled down near the door.
Inside, Puck was slumped in his lazy chair when I walked in looking as horrible as i felt, but he was standing straight as a board when he saw Thorn, terror filling his bright green eyes.