Hey guys...here's another update. Sorry it took so long.

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Knightwalker entered her chambers like every other night. After a long day of work, it was a relief to finally be surrounded by complete and utter silence. She was grateful her responsibilities kept her busy but silence was an old friend she sought from time to time because the drivel that loomed around her on occasion pushed forward the desire to burn this whole place to the ground. Thankfully, the hassle of repairing the castle again outweighed these thoughts of hers from ever enacting them.

Flipping the lights on, the Edolas Captain's eyes widened like saucers when a man wearing only a towel around his waist greeted her cheerily. She closed her door and glared at the intruder. In theory, nobody was supposed to be in her locked quarters but for some reason, an interloper managed to break in and rearranged her surroundings. Her bed was pulled against the right wall and in its place was a smaller bed, akin to the ones professional masseuses would use for their practice.

"Strip." He said with a smile.

"Jellal, what are you—"

"Not all the way. Here." The half-naked King of Edolas handed her a bathrobe. Would it be considered treason if she strangled him right now? Not all the way, just until he passed out. "What are you doing, Jellal." Her tone wasn't posed as a question but more accusatory, like how a person would accuse someone else of stealing their belongings only later on they would realize that they had it all along but they already accidentally killed the one that was accused, so now they're disposing any witnesses and cleaning up any form of mess that might have been made. You know, that kind of tone.

"I want to give you a massage."

"You're joking." She uttered in a monotone fashion. The King slightly tilted his head innocently and responded with, "How is that funny?" Only the sound of a growl emanated out of her. "Easy, Captain." He patted the massage bed, gesturing for her to take a seat. "Jellal, I just want to be alone."

His brow furrowed in worry. "Very well but before I depart, let me bring to your attention a crate of malt liquor, your brand of choice, of course, and…" He lifted two basket filled with strawberries. "I will not lie, these are for me but I'm willing to share." His smile dropped when not one twinkle of amusement crossed her eyes. "Thank you, Jellal."

His eyes drooped down. "Very well, Erza. I will leave you to your musings."

"Wait…" Her voice halted his advancement towards the door.

"Yes, Captain?" Following her finger, he realized that she was pointing at his towel. "Shall I discard it?"

"No! You cannot leave wearing only…that!" Disappointment sat on his face, like a dog that was kicked to the curb. Retrieving his clothes, he heard his dear Captain suck in her breath and he knew his piteous demeanor was breaking through her fortified defenses.

"Wait…again."

He turned his head halfway to keep up with his saddened appearance. "Since everything is set up, might as well." Loud shuffling of clothes traveled to the king's ears and he stilled. Being a complete gentleman, he closed his wandering eyes and anxiously anticipated the go signal.

"Okay, King. How shall I proceed?" He rubbed his hands together and unconsciously raked his eyes over the curves that seductively hugged the velvety material of her robe. "Y-yes." Once he rejoined with his tongue, he explained that she should lie on her front.

"Is your body ready, Captain?"

"I suppose." She blankly replied. Lying down on this lofty cushioned bed with someone hovering above was an odd feeling. The Captain couldn't anticipate his next move but she shouldn't need to prepare for anything.

It was just him. Her king…

There was no need to fortify the usual walls she erected around herself.

"How does that fair, my lady?" His voice broke her rumination.

"How does what fair?"

"The massage." Knightwalker was at a loss of words. The impact of his "massage" hadn't sunk in yet because she wasn't aware he had started. All she vaguely felt was some small spider like fingers crawling on her back. "Of course…resume, Your Majesty." Couple of minutes later, she groaned as she held her breath so as not to miss his supposed "massages."

"Jellal?"

"Yes?"

"You need to press harder." He nodded and took her advice. "How's that?" The pressure he placed on her back barely dented her skin. "Harder."

"Okay." Several attempts later, the force he was exerted on her started increasing, one interval at a time. "More, Jellal!" Sweat trickled down his forehead as he maintained the rhythm of his kneading. Breathing became an arduous feat, as he pressed hard enough to cause a bruise. "That's it, Jellal." The note in her tone was the calmest he'd ever heard from her.

The half hour mark danced by and he collapsed on a chair, holding his two throbbing hands in the air. He needed a bucket of ice. He was afraid of hurting her throughout the entire ordeal considering it felt as though he was about to crush her bones but she was enjoying it and only he was in pain. Why oh why, he would never ever fathom.

At least she was smiling.

"You are a brilliant masseuse, King. I believe, I will require your services from time to time now." He nervously laughed. "As much as I love to be of service to you, Captain, I broke both of my hands doing that…"

Knightwalker smirked.

"Because apparently, your body is made out of concrete." Jellal's eyes popped out when he felt warm lips caress his knuckles. "Thank you." She paused. "I know you merely wanted to raise my spirits."

Yes, that was the intention. For the past week, his dear Captain had been down for reasons unknown to him but he was confident she'd reveal whatever was bothering her if he gave her some space. Obviously, that never happened.

"Erza, you know me. I will listen to you without any judgment."

"Yes, I know." Her eyes locked on his. "It's my father."

Jellal gasped. "Is he sick?"

That made her jump. "No. He—"

"Is he dying?" Unable to correct his assumption, he grabbed her hands and shouted, "I haven't received his blessings yet!"

"Blessings for what?"

The young king blinked. "Nothing. At any rate, is he—"

A slender hand lightly slapped his mouth shut. "Will you allow me to finish?" He mumbled a "yes" against her palm. "Earlier this week, my father urgently spoke to me about a news regarding a secret he had kept from me. He wanted to impart it but hesitation and the fear of me hearing the truth held him back. He said he required preparation and a confrontation between us would most likely transpire by the end of the week." She clenched her fists until they paled. "One of two things will occur. One, being that he impregnated some wench old enough to be his daughter or he is indeed dying. Or both so the worst case scenario would be that upon his dying breath, he'll request that I take care of his bastard and his young lover and welcome them to the family."

Knightwalker focused on the floor below her. The expression on her face grew somber while her voice began to break. "Afterwards, I will grow to resent this lover of his because she is nothing but a spoilt child and I end up drowning her in a drum of acid, leaving the bastard in my care. When the bastard is old enough, in one way or another, he finds out that the woman who took care him all his life actually killed his real mother and he begins to plot his revenge." She inhaled deeply, as if releasing a great burden from her shoulders. Jellal noted the droplets of tears leaking out the edge of her eyes.

"Wow," was the only word he could muster. " Thank you for listening, Jellal." His Captain was such a serious character that he was sure that all of that was no jest.

"I can…" Jellal stuttered out. "I can see…" He continued searching for his speaking words but none were manifesting in his head. "I see why that consumed you all week. That…is…ummm…a great weight to carry around, yes." He cleared his throat. "However, you are also assuming so perhaps do not permit your imagination to overwhelm you, my dear."

Sniffling, she nodded in agreement. "That was my worst case scenario. If the gods do exist, please, let it not be so." Jellal rubbed the small area of her back but sharp stab traveled the length of his arm and he shuddered. He nearly forgot he broke both his hands massaging her. "Do you need ice?" Knightwalker asked.

"Yes, please." Grinning, Jellal offered to join her when her father unfolded whatever news he had for her.

"I would like that. Thank you, Jellal."

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I had fun writing this one.

Happy Mystwalker week, btw :)

Jeez, where was I that I missed such a glorious event.

Thanks for reading and have a nice day. :)

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This part is Fairy Tail manga rant so skip this if you haven't caught up because there will be SPOILERS!

SPOILERS...

Does anybody get the feeling Fairy Tail is ending because a lot of the plot points that were a mystery are being revealed one by one. I'm more excited with learning more information about Layla and how deep her involvement with Zeref was. And who this Ana chick was.

If it is ending, I will be sad. This anime has become a part of me. I just hope it's a happy ending.

In an unrelated note, Mashima-sensei really needs to consider letting us know about what is going on with the Edolas folks. Give us some filler or something, dammit! I need it before everything ends.