A/N: What is going to happen to Siraena? Who knows...
Also, Siraena is none other than Kelly Kelly, before I forget to mention that. Enjoy!
Chapter 2- The Competition, pt. 2: The Log Roll
Morning had come, and with that, the start of the next leg of the competition, which happened to be a log rolling contest. Neijior and Kelkiar had awoken early so the elder Haitinen could get in some practice before the start of the event.
Fortunately, they were the only ones who decided to do that. Imniar had not even bothered to practice, since he thought he was hot shit and didn't need to. They figured Imniar didn't need to do anything but look handsome as he attempted to kick Kelkiar's ass.
But, where was Niarchos anyway? As usual, every Reptilian wondered what he was up to when he ventured to his lair in the middle of the night.
He would never tell.
Neither would Imniar.
But this very day, Niarchos was in his lair, still tending to Siraena, his maidservant. And still pissed off at Imniar for unfortunately stabbing her at the jousting competition.
"Mmm," Siraena moaned. "Where am I? Lord Niarchos?"
"Yes, darling," Niarchos said, letting curses fly. "My asshole brother stabbed you during the joust. He didn't mean it, but he was showing his Majesty and his brother that he could be hard, so to say."
"But why me?" Siraena asked, tears forming in her eyes.
"You were just there, and he figured to be stupid as always," Niarchos apologized.
"Why am I here?" Siraena asked, fear in her eyes.
Niarchos was known to be completely harsh, and there was never a time in his many years that he would be nice to anyone, not even Imniar.
"So I could heal you myself. I didn't want to waste money to have a doctor take care of you," Niarchos said.
"That was nice," Siraena said. "But what is the catch?"
"There is no catch, I don't want my best servant to die," Niarchos said, smiling.
Siraena smiled. "I'm flattered. But how do I know you're not going to kill me when I'm healed?" she asked.
"Because," Niarchos said, leaning closer to her. "Would I do this to a dead servant?" he joked, kissing the tip of her nose.
"I think not," she replied, letting him run his fingers through her blonde hair.
"Well, then. Enough talking," Niarchos said, placing a finger on her lips. "I've got to get ready for the competition. Will you be okay to stay here until I get back?" he asked.
"Yes, my lord. I believe so," Siraena answered.
"Good, we will chat more when I return. But for now, I insist you get some sleep," Niarchos replied, silently chanting the words to a sleeping spell as he prepared for the day's events. When she had fallen asleep, he silently kissed her lips as he walked out of the lair and out towards the forest.
"Wonder what's taking the pussies so long?" Kysandior murmured.
"You know they hate that," Neijior said. "What if they hear you?" he mocked.
"So what?" Kelkiar said. "I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't show, seeing that Imniar was HUMILIATED last night."
"That wouldn't stop Niarchos," Kysandior said. "He'd make sure something happened to you, Keili."
"Thanks for reminding me," Kelkiar groaned.
"How about this?" Neijior said. "They don't show, we win. They do show, and Imniar falls off his log, we still win."
"Not a chance, motherfucker," Imniar said. "That would NEVER happen."
"I agree, little brother," Niarchos snarled. "YOU would win, not this loser."
"Hey! Shut your trap," Kysandior shouted. "This is the same loser who kicked your brother's ass in the joust. Now what?"
"If you weren't here, I would so do something right now," Niarchos hissed, his eyes turning black.
"Do something, bitch. Slap me," Kysandior threatened. "And come back with a stump for a hand."
"Yeah, do it," Neijior said. "I dare you."
"Why you little—," Niarchos yelled, bringing his fist towards Neijior's face.
Neijior shifted behind Niarchos as he dodged the fist coming in his direction, then burst out laughing as he watched Niarchos fall facefirst onto the ground.
"Damn you," Niarchos swore.
"Ha ha...anyway, can we get going here? I don't have time to waste standing here," Kelkiar asked.
"What exactly do you have to do that is so important?" Niarchos snapped.
"Kick your brother's ass, then kick yours," Kelkiar replied.
Kysandior and Neijior burst out laughing. "That is funny," Kysandior said between laughs.
"Anyway," Imniar said. "Brother, start the competition."
"Of course," Niarchos said. "Okay, listen up, bitches. This one is simple. You're to stay on the log the entire time—the first one to fall off and into the Lake of Screams loses. Assume your positions."
The competitors did as they were told. Finally, Niarchos signaled for the event to begin. Once the arrow was fired, the competition began.
"Try to keep up this time, okay?" Kelkiar said.
"Fuck you," Imniar spat.
"No, that's what Niarchos is for," Kelkiar replied. "Fuck him after the event, okay?"
"I'm going to murder you when we get off this thing," Imniar swore.
"I'd like to see you try," Kelkiar said laughing.
"Why you—," Imniar said, swinging a fist in Kelkiar's direction.
Kelkiar moved out of the way, which caused Imniar to lose his balance and fall into the water.
"Yes!" Kysandior shouted. "Show that wet fish who's boss!"
"Fuck you," Niarchos said.
"Like you want to do to Siraena?" Neijior snickered.
"You wish," Niarchos retorted.
"It's obvious by the way you look at her," Neijior said. "It's okay, Niarchos. I have felt that way about one of my maids before."
"And she is quite the looker," Kysandior said. "If she wasn't your maidservant, I would have taken her ages ago. I suggest you go for it while you can."
"Hm," Niarchos murmured. "That is a thought, but before that—your winner, once again, is Kelkiar, since my brother is an idiot."
That earned Imniar a volley of laughs from the crowd.
"Fuck you all," Imniar growled, pulling himself out of the murky water of the lake.
"Again," Kelkiar said. "Have Niarchos do that for you."
"Wait—how's Niarchos going to handle both Siraena and Imniar?" Neijior laughed.
"Easy, they could do each other first, and then Niarchos can do Siraena after while Imniar watches," Kysandior said, a smirk on his face.
"Kyi, you're so sick sometimes," Neijior said. "But I like that idea."
"I try," Kysandior said.
"Well," Niarchos huffed. "I don't. I think you're full of shit, Kysandior,"
"Go fuck your maid," Kysandior growled.
"And your brother," Neijior added.
Niarchos turned on his heel and stormed off. "The next part of the competition is tomorrow night. The event will be Moonlight Swords. Good day to all of you," he said, dragging Imniar behind him.
"This is so my sport right here—I'm going to do great on that one. Neji, want to help me with my aim?" Kelkiar asked.
"Love to," Neijior said. "What are your plans for the rest of the day, Kyi?" he asked Kysandior.
"Go back to sleep," Kysandior replied.
Once they got back to their castle, Imniar pulled himself out of his brother's grasp. "What the fuck gives?!" he asked.
"Shut up," Niarchos said. "And stay here," he added, locking the door behind him.
Meanwhile, Siraena began to stir. "Your lordship?" she called.
Niarchos walked up to her. "Right here, my sweet," he said, ripping off his shirt and slowly climbing into the bed with her. "Mmm, you smell so good."
"I found a bottle of perfume as I cleaned up earlier...smells like spun sugar," she replied.
"Suits you well," Niarchos replied, his nose sinking into her shoulder. "Mmm. Makes me want to eat you up, darling."
"Don't do that—not yet, at least," Siraena said.
"I think I'm going to take that as you want to be Reptilian and rule by mine and my brother's side when we rid the kingdom of the current rulers?" Niarchos asked.
"Yes. That is what I believe I am saying. I want you to take me already."
Niarchos looked at her in surprise. "I must say you had this planned a long time—have you not?" he asked.
Siraena smiled. "That I did. I just wasn't just thinking this just now. But let me kill Neijior."
"Nice," Niarchos murmured. "And I didn't have to make you go mad. Very nice."
"What?"
"Usually I would have had to torment you. But this time I didn't have to do that," Niarchos explained.
"I see," Siraena said, a smile on her face. "See? You didn't have to waste time on stupid ideas. I came willingly."
"Good, now let's see what happens when I get you to come as I make you mine, shall we?" Niarchos asked, a wicked grin on his face.
"Yes," Siraena said, smiling. We'll see is all I'm telling you."
Niarchos put out the candles surrounding the lair. "Let's see how much you can see to escape me in the dark, darling," he grinned.
"I bet I can," Siraena giggled.