She waited for Lucivar to close the sitting room door behind him. Knew both Saetan and him were ready to barge in if Daemon so much whimpered. Sighed because she knew how they felt as far as about happen . And knew that neither of them trusted Daemon to fully trust her just yet.
Decided that she couldn't fix that till she had Daemon feeling more stable. And looking more like Daemon then a pile of skin and bones. Carefully she lifted the lids off the serving plate. Two trays both piled high with every single one of Daemon's favorite foods. From fried potatoes and steak pie to sliced ham with bit of fruit that has been baked with it. On the second tray a few desserts and a large bowl of cream soup along with the cup of healing brew and a large canter of coffee.
Her fingers caressed the handle of the fork before picking it up. Before changing her mind and picking up the spoon instead. Teasingly dipped it into the bowel and started to bring it to her lips. Saw him fall behind his emotionless mask and grinned. Carefully she placed the spoon close enough to her lips to test to make sure it wasn't too hot. Blew just a little then sweetly said, " say aaah."
Puzzled he obeyed. Almost chocked when the spoon was tucked into his mouth. Didn't have to be told to swallow. ' I can…."
" feed yourself? No prince you may not, you may however blink when your ready for a bit. And you may tell me if you want something else from the tray but you may not lift a finger ."
He pouted for a moment , " I fed myself just fine….." stopped talking when he found her lips pressed to his. Fought hard not to lick his lips , " what was…"
" you were too feverish to feel all the pain earlier. That's not the case now. So …. As I said you may not lift a finger…"
" that didn't…"
" you look so grumpy right now….."
" I'm not grumpy. I don't like being fussed over. Warlord princes don't….." a bit of the sweet cream confection was shoved in his moth before he could finish speaking. Decided he would play this game before he did choke. Thought she would 'help' him eat a few more bits and be satisfied than would let him finish on his own. Should have known better. Should have remembered who was feeding him.
She gave him enough time between each bit to chew and swallow. Gave him a drink of the healing brew after ever few bits. Didn't stop feeding him till he starting complaining about being stuffed. Had shoved a few a few more bites in his mouth just to make sure he was stuffed. Then she was satisfied. Then she called Lucivar in to help him to lay back down under the covers and rest.
Lucivar glances at the nearly bare trays. Knew what had been on them before now. Glanced at his now very miserably brother, " mother night cat , what did you do ? Try and see how much you could stuff into him before he burst.."
" don't be draft he won't burst. Besides he needs to gain his weight back."
" and what you want to see if that can be accomplished in one night?"
They glared at each other then laughed. Daemon didn't find this funny. Not one tiny bit but…. It was comforting that his wife was choosing to take over his healing if she wasn't actually doing the healing herself.
He was helped so that he could lay on his side. Was pushed and prodded till he was laying on his now over stuffed belly. Was held there as he felt phantom hands rub something warm on his back. Rub something that smelled awful allover his body . Had to know, ' what are you doing prick?"
" you had your soak earlier and you need a good rub down before Father puts you to sleep for the night."
" it tink…" he tried to say the word tried but his moth had a hard time forming the 's' sound.
" yes it does . " Lucivar grinned. Knew Jaenelle had to have put something else into the rub to make his muscles relax and ready them for sleep. Grinned because he saw his father standing in the doorway and felt the web wrapping around his brother. Grinned because Jaenelle was still in wet clothing.
Jaenelle slipped out of the room and hurried back to her room. Hurried because she was well past cold and no longer wished to remain in wet clothes, had remained in them because Daemon would see it as Lucivar's 'punishment ' of her or at least see that did have his brother on his side…..
Karla stopped her just before she reached her room. " I shouldn't warn you but….. Helen is upset with you."
" is she now?" her midnight voice answered
" yep…. But since she don't work for me…. Or rather this isn't the hall…… well be prepared when her and my cleaning Lady corner you."
" Prince Yaslana was the one who got me wet. They should go talk to him."
" Jaenelle , Marian's not willing to talk to him till Daemon starts acting or at least starts looking more like Daemon."
" she's afraid?" Jaenelle stopped . Tried to look in Karla's eyes.
" no Lady. Lucivar is afraid. Marian knows Daemon will be fine in a few days, or weeks…. Knows because I told her that I won't settle for less…. But Lucivar…. I think this scraped near his wounds too. And his stubborn pride……"
" he hasn't said anything has he?" she sounded solemn and kept her voice down. Oh she knew if she scraped her brother's wounds ….. Well he would wait till the child was born then she would see just what scars she scrapped.
" no he hasn't said anything but…." Karla sighed, " well he's still sending to many emotions through the ring…."
" I don't feel….." she opened her inner barriers. Felt what was stirring the boyos up…. It wasn't her it was how ever her brother flipping between hot rage and panic all too quickly. " he's not showing…."
" no Janelle he's not. But his wife can tell. And your sister refuses to get near him till he calm's a bit more."
" why won't she go near him?" it was a honest question. She hoped with a simple answer.
" because she's sure if she ask Lucivar what's wrong he'll tell her…. And then either he'll be without a sister or his wife." then she slowly left Jaenelle there alone. Let her think for a moment.
She stared blankly at the door. Gripped the knob to hard her knuckles turned white. She was going to see a certain witch in the morning but first she would ask Daemon if he had any suggestions for the execution.
The bedroom door slowly opened as Jaenelle slipped in side. She had asked for Beal to bring a tray up for Daemon and herself , and now whished she had thought about more.
Daemon was curled up in the middle of the bed his head resting near Saetan's shoulder. Lucivar was sleeping on top of the covers but his wing rested on top of Daemon. Two very distinct black shields were protection the three of them. Four she corrected after seeing the chubby little foot poking out from under Lucivar's wing.
She brought her hand up to cover a smile. Wished with all her heart she could have a picture of this. Thought about it a bit more neither Saetan nor Lucivar would sleep that close to Daemon unless….. * Papa is everything alright?*
His breathing change showing he was waking. * witch child?*
* yes…. Is everything…*
His eyes opened. Saw why she was asking. Knew they weren't sleeping like this last night. * yes witch child everything is…..* he looked again at his sons saw the reflection of a war blade, * I think*
She took a step closer. Saetan raised his hand to stop her. * wait outside while I wake them.*
* I'll wake Daemon.*
He just stared blankly. Stared till he was back out of the door, then very carefully called out on the ebon gray thread. * is there a reason your war blade is laying so close to me?*
Lucivar very slowly open his eyes. Saw his father staring at him. * it seemed like a good idea last night.*
* it seemed…. There was a black shield around him….*
* Daemon's black is dominate you know that and Daemonar is holding it.*
Saetan stared . He was not going to show he had a head ach at this time of the day. He wasn't. * fine…. Your sister needs to speak to Daemon.*
* he's sleeping.*
* yes and his wife has request to be the one who wakes him.*
* oh* Lucivar slowly got up. Picking his still sleeping child up with him . Then he stumbled into the sitting room . Stumbled far enough to lay his son on the long couch and fall back down beside him. He wasn't ready to be up just yet. Nor was he ready to have certain conversations about his son to his father.
Jaenelle slipped back into the room and softly sat on the bed . Slowly inched her way to the center so that she could run her fingers through his dark hair. Would have if he hadn't grabbed her had just before she touched him.