Daemon waited nearly half the day for his clothes to arrive. Had hoped Jaenelle would come to senses while he sat on the narrow four post bed. Had hoped.
Beal Came in shortly before midday meal and brought him what the lady had deemed appropriate for him to where. Daemon nearly growled at the small pile of his belongings. Most he rarely wore and when he did wear them they were to be seen only in the bedroom by his wife. Wore them only if she had been hinting during the day that his advances would be most welcome, and now he was being told that was all he could wear.
" What did she do with the rest of my clothes?" he tried not to hiss, but couldn't help it.
Beal bit the corner of his lower lip, " I put them in a safe place prince. The Lady isn't well."
Daemon looked at him. Of course Beal would know something was wrong. Would have the moment the shield came down around the house. " how many of the staff his here?"
" not many prince. When the shield came down it was well into the night. Those of us who don't take residents here…. Well they were home."
Daemon did a quick mental check. That would leave Beale , Mrs. Beale and her darling meat cleaver. Jazen , Holt, and a few maids he only knew in passing. No more then a dozen servants in all. No not servants he corrected, potential victims. " give orders to the staff to play least in site. No matter what happens keep them away from Witch, Beal ." Daemon sighed, " Father will stop in a few days if I don't visit him or Lucivar will. Keep them safe till then."
" and what are you going to do prince?" there was a warning under Beal's words a warning that he wouldn't let Daemon do something he might regret in order to protect them.
" I'll be fine. Fortunately I know this dance." his voice sounded dry. It was a lie of course because what he could get away with in Terreille he couldn't with Witch. He couldn't just use phantom hands and mouths to please her, she wouldn't let him. The only ting he could do was become as passive as he could until his father came or , may the darkness help him, his brother.
Beal left with his orders as Daemon started to pace around the small now cluttered room. He hadn't noticed the bathroom this morning cursed because he did now. A single shower stall, a toilet and the sink in a room that was smaller then Jaenelle's changing room. No he corrected a room half that size would have been welcome. He noted again the placement of the three fixture the shower and the toilet shared the same wall both piece butted up against the corners and the sink sat next to the door. But was sure if he opened the shower's frosted glass door it would bang against the sink. He sighed at least his room, his real room wouldn't have the foul smell of what ever was going to happen in here. He just hoped she stayed out of it.
The door to his bedroom slowly opened as Jaenelle hesitated as she came in. if he went by what his eyes were telling him his wife had returned, but he didn't. he looked behind her eyes saw rage building knew something deadly lingered there. And her scent…. Foul … strange. No this wasn't his loving sweet wife this was what ever the web was creating.
He gave a slight courteous bow, " Lady , and what do I owe the pleasure." he forced him self to sound humbled. Forced him self not to gag on the words he never wanted to say to her.
She gave a slight laugh, " pleasure I doubt that." she took a quick look around the room. If she did or did not like what she saw she never said, " it seems you've had too much freedom as of late. Consider it over."
He wanted to pale. Wanted to rip her throat out. Would allow himself to do neither. " Lady?"
" you had no right to plant your seed." her midnight voice hissed.
He searched his thoughts rapidly to find anything he had been told about Witch if they became pregnant. Only knew that they were stricken to basic craft. Wanted to grin at that then saw what she was wearing around her neck. Not the twilights dawn . Not one of the original jewels she had been gifted at her birthright ceremony but a small ebon black pendent. The pendent she had locked away in the abyss.
Fighting hard hide the show the fear that was now starting to bubble up he managed to say, " my apologies lady I hadn't realized the brew wasn't strong enough."
She wave dismissively , " no matter, it only means I shouldn't ride you too often. And as far as inhibiting my abilities… know this prince that what you do for basic craft and that that I can do far differs. " she clapped her hands to signal for a try to be brought in. " now eat prince I wouldn't want you to lose your strength to quickly." then she was out of the room.
Daemon didn't try to probe the food. Hoped it wasn't poison. Really wished he had made an appointment to see his brother, or his father .wished he had made plans with any of the boyos for some meaningless mind numbing dinner. Anything that would cause worry if he hadn't shown up. Sighed because he hadn't.
He waited till he was sure she was away form the room before he lifted the covers of the dishes. Looked at what would be his meal and wanted to ring her neck with his bare hands. He hadn't had morning meal nor had he been given the chance and this…. This tray of food was suppose to be his afternoon meal. it was laughable or would be if his wife had meant it as a joke. He looked at the tray, one nut cake, one small piece of what he thought was thinly sliced ham, a single roll and a half cup of coffee.
Oh he would eat his meal would because he was hungry then he would wait to show his wife why they called him the sadist. Would show her because now he was certain if he didn't he would loose all control of his temper and would do more harm then he meant too. Would loose his temper and really try to kill her and his unborn child because he would forget that she was caught in a web .
He took a breath to calm himself. Had to because he wasn't ready to go hunting just yet. Calmed enough and ate his plate of food. It had been cold but he had expected that. Would have been concerned if it hadn't been. But the coffee…. He swallowed it down too quickly. Cursed because he hadn't probed it. Knew Lucivar would kill him if he ever found out.
His body tingled then started to feel heavy a quick probe of himself and he found it wasn't poison, but also know his body wasn't fighting what ever it was off. He tried to stand swayed as he did. Fell to his knees when he tried to take a step. Blinked trying to get his wits. Trying to think of what he could do. His sight blurred more and more every time his eyelids closed. Panicked he tried to open his inner barriers, found them muted.
He fumbled around till he found the edge of the bed. Struggled to get to his feet. Fell once more to the ground. His body began to feel heavy, almost foreign. The last thing he remembered seeing before he completely passed out was looking at two hooves standing before his face. He hoarsely whispered one word before the darkness took him. " Jaenelle."