This is an AU. I'm not a stickler for accuracy in the details of the Neverwinter universe such as gods etc. but I do try my best. This story does have explicit sexual content, 18+. If you are offended by sexual themes don't start reading! There is artwork for this story at my deviantart account under aeltari.

Kyrie woke up slowly, feeling her body cushioned by something soft. A blanket of some sort was covering her, and it was bright, so very bright.

She remembered…a field, a green orb, bright amber eyes.

"Bishop!" she called out suddenly, feeling a deep need to see him. She sat up abruptly and a wave of nausea passed over her. With a groan she lay back down and curled up, squeezing her eyes shut until the feeling passed.

"Ahh the child awakens," said a soft, musical female voice.

"Indeed. Now that you have done this, she will have questions for you, some that you may not answer without upsetting the balance." Came a reply in the voice of a male, a deep resonating voice.

"I do not like that you have done this."

"It was necessary." Said the female.

"And besides, you yourself interfered with the human male when you could have simply let him pass to the Wall, as he should have."

"She is kin!" boomed the male.

"Everyone is kin to us!" laughed the female.

"She is kin to me! Her heart is good. She requested it of me even as she faced her own death. That is more then I get from most mortals and their lip service."

"I will speak with her. You go on."

"Hrmph. You just remember that you cannot speak of events that have yet to come to pass!"

"Yes, yes, I know the Law. Now go on."

The voice moved away, but didn't leave. It hovered nearby in the form of a bright light, watching, listening.

Kyrie felt a soft, warm hand stroking her forehead.

"Come now little one. You are safe here, awaken and see paradise."

Kyrie opened her eyes and stared up at the strangest being she had ever seen. It was a woman, with large eyes of lavender and skin so pale it was nearly translucent. Her hair looked like spun silver and hung in large curls about her face and shoulders. She appeared larger, taller then any human Kyrie had ever seen before. That in and of itself was odd, but on her back were 2 large, feathered wings. The wings opened and stretched themselves out then folded again, and the woman smiled.

"I take it you have never seen a celestial before?"

"A celestial? I …no. Is that what you are?"

"I am. My name is Adael. You do know that you have celestial blood, little one?"

Kyrie nodded slowly, reaching out to touch the silvery hair and skin.

"I know that I am Aasimar. I have a celestial in my bloodline…is it you? Are you kin to me?"

Adael shook her head, still smiling. "No, it is not I. Your kin has eyes of gold such as you do. You shall see soon enough."

Kyrie frowned, thinking. She felt fuzzy inside, as though something needed to be remembered but was not strong enough to surface. That pervasive feeling was becoming a theme in her life. She shook her head.

The celestial watched her for several minutes. Slowly, Kyrie recalled the cave, the field, Bishop's blindness and their time together. She remembered healing his eyes but not knowing what had happened to him thereafter.

Where is Bishop?" she asked suddenly.

"You mean the human ranger?" the celestial laughed. "You left him behind, remember?"

"Y…yes but…his sight…"

"Your love healed his eyes child. He awoke with the sun in them, and he has gone to find you now."

"Why?"

"His heart beats only for you."

"Is it true, Adael? Is it true that Bishop loves me?"

Adael looked up and behind her, towards the pulsing light. She gave a slight nod to it, in response to something only she could hear.

"I cannot speak for another, little one. That is something you must discover on your own."

Kyrie blinked, and watched the strange pulsating light hovering behind Adael. She wanted to ask what, or who, it was but another question forced itself from her lips.

"Where is Casavir?"

"I am forbidden from speaking of it, little one."

Kyrie sat up slower this time and looked around. She was in a large bed, covered in white sheets and soft blankets. Everything in the room was white, pristine and glowing.

"Where am I? I heard you say … paradise."

"Indeed. Welcome to Mount Celestia, little one."

Kyrie's eyes grew wide with horror. "Mount Celestia! Then…then I have died? I have passed to Tyr's home? But… but why Tyr? Is he my god? I have his mark, Bishop said I am kin to Tyr!"

The celestial laughed, that soft melodic laugh of hers.

"Oh my, and so begins the questions from you! One thing at a time. You have not died. I have brought you here. This is indeed Tyr's home. Is he your god? You devoted your life to him. You are one of Tyr's brightest paladins. You are also his kin. Your mother was one of us, a celestial. She was a daughter of Tyr. That makes you his granddaughter, little one."

"What? I…I…am kin to a god? How is that even possible? I was a paladin? Like Casavir?"

The gentle celestial nodded, one wing stretching out for her to smooth a rogue feather down.

"You certainly were. You have followed the teachings of Tyr since you first learned to read. The blood flows strong in you, little one. You were drawn to him unfailingly from the very beginning. As for how it is possible, gods have kin too. Celestials like me, normally we cannot produce offspring. However, sometimes a favored daughter can be gifted by a god. It happens, as it did with your mother."

"That's really true? My…my mother was given me as a gift?" Kyrie's eyes were wide and incredulous.

"Aye, that is the truth, granddaughter." The loud, sonorous voice bounced off every wall in the room. Kyrie saw the pulsating light descend and grow larger, the figure of a man appearing beside the celestial. She saw the missing arm, the bright gold on the tunic, and she very nearly fell from the bed onto her knees.

"Mighty Tyr, great father of justice." Kyrie was trembling so hard she thought she would come apart.

She felt a heavy hand upon her head.

"Stand, my shining star. Let me look upon you."

Kyrie stood, looking at the ground, terrified. She didn't remember being a paladin, she didn't remember taking vows to serve this god, but one didn't stand in the face of any god and not show proper regard.

"Look upon me, granddaughter. Do not fear. It is not always that I am given the opportunity to look upon the living. I have watched you from my mountain, seen your trials, your tears, your joy. I have always been proud of you. I was proud of you the day you took your vows to follow me, I am proud of your heart, your sword, your mind. You have proudly defended all I hold dear, upholding the ideals of right and good without a thought to your own comfort or desires."

Kyrie slowly raised her eyes. The man before her was massive. He stood almost 8 feet tall, muscular and wide, his right hand missing, his tunic a bright white with intricate gold designs. Gold filigree wound around his legs and arms, a belt of heavy gold adorned his waist. The brightness hurt her eyes and she blinked and squinted up at his face. His hair was white, as was his long, wavy beard…but his eyes, deep set and large were golden. Despite his imposing stature, kindness and mercy emanated from his very being.

Kyrie smiled widely, her fear forgotten.

"You have sunset eyes like mine!"

Tyr laughed, a booming, delightful sound. "Aye child, that I do. Adael…I shall take it from here."

He made a small gesture with his hands.

They were standing in a field. The great Tyr was now in full battle regalia. His armor was shining silver, with his symbol emblazoned on the chest. A massive longsword hung in a bejeweled scabbard from his waist. His head was crowned with a diadem of metal set with a large blue gem, his beard no longer white and long but brown and short with a slash of silver in the center. His hair was wild and disheveled and hung to his shoulders.

Kyrie looked down and saw that she wore the same armor, a similar sword hung at her waist in its scabbard. Reaching up she noticed that her ebony hair was held up on the sides by some sort of metalwork. She felt strong. She looked up at the god, her god. She liked the kind face, and felt completely at ease in his presence now.

"Child, I know you have questions. Although I admonished Adael to be cautious about answering your questions, I have decided to do it myself. However, I may not allow you to return with some of this knowledge, depending on what we speak, and there are some things which I will not open to you. Now ask me what you will."

Kyrie looked up into the sunset eyes so much like her own, and knew that he could look well past her, into her very soul and see what lay there. For a split second she felt guilt and shame, but there was nothing inside her that he did not already know.

"W…where is Casavir?"

Tyr sadly shook his head. "The answer you seek is part of your journey. I will tell you this and allow it to pass: you carry part of him with you, inside you."

Kyrie bit her lip and considered his words, then the truth dawned on her and her eyes grew large and luminous.

"Inside me? Are you saying that I carry his child?"

Tyr nodded.

Her hand went to her abdomen, now ensconced within the armor. Her eyes prickled with unshed tears and she fought to control them, those waves of guilt rising up to drown her once more.

"Conceived before the great battle, child."

"That was the only night we…that was the first time I had…" she didn't want to talk about that. She didn't want to be thrown into a memory here, before the great god she had apparently devoted her life to. Tyr nodded slowly in understanding.

Kyrie was quiet for awhile. "Were you the green orb that brought me to Bishop?"

"That was not I"

"Who was it then? And why?"

"It is not my way to meddle in the affairs of the living. However there are other deities who take much amusement from this pastime. Two sisters, Sune and Shar were embroiled in an argument. Sune tried to convince her sister that true love will always prevail no matter what the circumstances. Shar disagreed. She believed that if one's life were to change completely so would one's choices in love. They happened to come upon you, as scrying deities are apt to do. The war of shadow was not a small event and its players fell upon the notice of the Outer Planes quite easily. Shar made you forget, set a darkness over your mind, placed secrets in your heart. Sune restores those memories occasionally to balance her sister's actions. It was Shar, in the form of the orb, who sent you to Bishop. While it is true that you forgave him his actions the day of the great battle, Shar believed that you could do far more then that and love him, while Sune was convinced that your love for my paladin Casavir would prevail because the memories of the heart could not be erased. Tell me child, who was right?"

Tyr was looking down on her with curiosity, and Kyrie looked away. She felt terrible inside. Remembering Casavir, knowing that she had been with Bishop, feeling as much for him as she now did…she wanted to forget all of it again and be blissfully happy in her ignorance.

"Your answer will not change anything in this world, child. Here it matters not who you loved and lost, who you hated and reviled. Your journey through life is composed of many such moments, and there is no true right and wrong. Even the darkness has its followers. Now tell me, which one of the sisters prevailed?"

Kyrie's lower lip trembled as she fought for control of her overwhelming sadness. She looked up at Tyr.

"Shar" she said softly. "I did not remember Casavir, and I have fallen in love with Bishop. But I love my Cassi so much as well…I love them both."

"I see. Your journey will not be an easy one then. For your decision, once made, will undoubtedly leave behind a shattered heart."

Kyrie nodded miserably.

"I had friends, I don't remember them. Are they still alive?"

"Some are, some are not."

"Did…did those who died go to the Wall?"

Tyr shook his head. "They were all judged and passed on to the lands of their gods."

Kyrie smiled at that, glad that those she once called friend were free in the Outer Planes, having given such a great sacrifice. Her mind wound about those lost memories, and came to a stop at her own family.

"If my mother was a celestial, who was my father? Was he a deity?"

"Your father is a human king. His dalliance with your mother was widely maligned as she was not of noble mortal blood. It did not matter to those fools that she was my beloved daughter! Your father sent her away and regretted it immediately thereafter."

Anger tinged the mighty voice.

"She begged me for a child of his, and I could not refuse. Your father heard word of your birth but was never able to find your mother. He still searches for you."

"Does that mean my baby is of royal blood?"

"For as much as mortal blood is worth, yes."

"Will this knowledge threaten her…his… wellbeing?"

"When does wealth, power and status not threaten the wellbeing of mortals? They have not yet learned that what is prized most highly is not found in the form of gold or influence with men."

"Then to protect my child, it should not be revealed, if I find my father."

"I cannot influence you, child. Those choices, should they present themselves to you, will be yours to make."

Kyrie nodded sadly.

"Is my mother with you, here?"

"She is. She travels the Outer Planes freely. You shall not see her until you have passed beyond The Prime. It is Law."

"Will I get my memories back? All of them?"

"That is up to Sune and Shar. They began this journey with you and they must see it to completion. They are bound to this by Law, and may not interfere with your choices and decisions, but they are permitted to cloak your past in darkness, allowing you to experience each decision and its choices independent of others. Your friends and those you meet, are not subject to this deception, and they may remember things you do not. Whether you choose to believe their words or not is up to you. Not everyone has your best interest at heart. Keep in mind, your heart remembers everything and you have but to listen to its quiet voice, child."

"Where is Bishop? Is he alright?"

"He is travelling to find you. You have taught him where his heart is. He has given it to you freely. Child, you look away in unhappiness when you hear these words. Why?"

Kyrie shook her head. She felt disloyal, dark, defiled by her choices. She had been robbed of her memories, forced to grope around in a haze, only to find that what she held onto would give her more pain once the haze lifted.

"I gave my heart to Casavir, and he gave his to me. I gave him my body, and he gave me his. This is a vow of love I took most seriously. I love him! Now I find out I am carrying his child, a child made out of love…but because I was robbed of my memories by 2 meddling deities, I have fallen in love with Casavir's mortal enemy! This will tear his heart asunder when he finds out! I cannot keep such a truth from him, it would be unjust! Why did you let them do this to me mighty Tyr? Why? You said I served you well and you were proud! Was I, was my love not worth protecting?"

Kyrie couldn't hold back the sob that wrenched itself free from her lips. She stood, tears sliding down her face, her eyes on the god's, never wavering. She was caught between anger, pain, sorrow, and a need to remain strong before this mighty being.

The god laid a large hand on the side of her face.

"Child, you would have walked this road regardless of Shar and Sune. Would I have permitted them to throw you into any situation of their choosing? No. You were destined, with your great heart, to change the life of the human ranger one way or another."

"What do you mean?"

"When you were born, your destiny was laid before me. The deities Gwaeron Windstrom and Solonor Thelandira approached me. As an infant, the man known as Bishop was dedicated to them, in return for their many gifts. However, he turned from them and like most deities they wish to have him returned to the fold, so to speak. They asked me if I would weave his destiny in with yours. I did not like what I saw in him. He was not deserving of you, and the best I would give them is that you and Bishop would be thrown together, and what came of it was left to chance."

Kyrie's face showed her relief. Bishop had gods who wanted his reverence!

"I did not believe that you would want anything to do with him. What was not foreseen was your forgiveness of him, child. He was destined to be sent to oblivion in the Wall of the Faithless, but your plea to me saved him. Like your mother before you, there is not much I will not grant so long as it follows Law. Loving him was a choice your heart made. As for my paladin, Casavir dreamed of you many years before he met you. He kept himself untouched, waiting patiently for this golden eyed woman who walked in his dreams. He loved you before he even met you. You were destined to change his life, too. In what way is never known. That is governed by the choices you make. You forgive the foibles of others so easily, child. It is your celestial blood, my blood that gives you this great power."

They stood in silence for a long while.

"I must return you to The Prime, child. The Outer Planes is no place for the living. Your memories, your decisions and choices, good or bad they are part of you. You will remember this place as you remember a dream. Your mind and your heart will battle one another for the truth. It may seem unjust, but it follows Law. I will allow you to remember that I love you, and that you are my paladin, my divine champion for Law and Good on The Prime. If you choose not to continue life in that capacity it will not change my feelings for you. Who you are is not subject to the labels of mortals. You are my kin, granddaughter."

He said this last with great affection, smiling down at her. It was the first time in her life that she felt that she truly belonged somewhere.

"Will you help me, great Tyr? Will you help me find Casavir?"

"I will help you as much as Law allows, but this is your journey and you must reach its completion by your own decisions and choices, child. It is not meant to be an easy road, but nor is it one you must travel alone."

"Goodbye, mighty grandfather," said Kyrie softly as she suddenly felt incredibly heavy and tired and felt herself falling.

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She awoke to the feel of a soft, velvety muzzle exploring her face. Opening her eyes, Kyrie saw a large black horse standing over her, ears erect and inquisitive.

Dragging herself up, she saw a pile of shiny silver armor, a scabbard and a beautiful longsword. Beneath her was a cloak of a fine, soft, grey wool. The horse was fully tacked complete with saddle bags. She stood and looked him over. He was a war horse, with large feathered feet and a lengthy mane and tail. What was his name? Her mind was hazy, again.

Kyrie smiled as she gave the muscular neck a pat. The inquisitive equine lips nipped at her clothing searching for treats. Puzzled, she looked around the little camp. She must have set up camp and fallen asleep out of pure exhaustion. She didn't remember coming to this place, nor did she remember anything in the camp. She picked up the breastplate and ran her hand over the beautiful crest of Tyr. An overwhelming feeling of love washed over her and the joy it brought lit up her face. She had been travelling home to Crossroad Keep.

Casavir

His name hit her like a hammer. Her hand immediately went to her belly. I am carrying his child. The knowledge was secure and steadfast. Why did she seem so amazed by it? She and her beloved had only had 1 night together, the night before the great battle, 3 days after…after what? Her mind was filled with fog. She touched the symbol of Tyr again.

Three days after you were wed. You are Lady de Chantraine. Your child was conceived in wedlock, a physical reminder of a great love.

Kyrie sat down ungracefully on the cloak. Memories. She suddenly remembered the chapel, the Tyrrian brother, the secret ceremony the cleric had gifted them with, the trip home…that first, and last, night.

He held her tenderly, standing behind her stroking her cheek with the soft petals of a crimson rose. Its counterparts lay on the stone floor of the balcony, where she had dropped them in her rush to embrace her beloved.

She didn't need to turn around to know that his steel blue eyes were blazing with passion. She could feel it in the way he held her.

"Oh, Cassi," she spoke softly, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill from her sunset colored eyes.. "What if it all ends tomorrow, all we have worked for, all of our dreams and hopes? What if this is our last night in this world?" So much rested on the coming battle with the King of Shadows, so many lives at stake, so many souls at risk.

Kyrie felt an ache in her chest where she knew a sliver of the silver sword of Gith lay entrenched within her. It, along with the other shards she had in her possession was the only weapon capable of killing the dreaded King of Shadows. She hadn't asked for any of this. Impaled with the shard as an infant, fate had thus marked her. All she had wanted was to continue her fight against evil in the name of Tyr as a paladin. The only blessing Tyr had sent her was her soul mate, her beloved, noble Casavir.

He turned her to face him, one hand on her shoulder the other cupping her face gently. "Milady, Kyrie. Do not speak such words. We have pledged our lives to one another. Our life together is just beginning. Tyr will see us through this." He brought his lips to close upon hers, barely able to contain his trembling desire. She allowed the kiss, but her mind was reeling.

"Cassi, I have never felt so afraid in my life. What if we fail? Worse, what if one of us...." she couldn't continue, but merely looked up into his strong, handsome face.

"Kyrie, you are my life, my reason for living. Should anything...happen...to me...I will find a way back to you. Even if it means traversing the nine hells, I WILL find a way back."

Carefully he lifted her into his arms.

"My love, there is nowhere I would choose to be this night, but at your side, loving you, becoming part of you....oh gods how I wish I could stop time..."

She kissed him in response, and he carried her off the balcony towards their chambers, his boots crushing the roses on the stone floor.

Kyrie pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. So much was put into those precious hours they had had together. So much love, so much passion.

He lay her down gently on the bed. She lay naked, unashamed beneath his adoring gaze. She was amazed at how beautiful he was. She had not seen him in any form of undress before now, always her mind had to imagine the lines of the musculature beneath his armor, his clothing. She had often envisioned how it would feel to touch his naked skin, her imagination filling in the area between his legs. She gazed openly at his nether patch of dark hair. His member was thicker, longer then she had thought it would be.

"It seems that I have dreamed of this for a lifetime, milady, my love. I need you to know that I have kept myself untouched, unknown by a woman until now. I hope this does not displease you."

He said it somewhat shyly, unsure of her reaction. His open honesty made her smile, and she held her arms out to him. Casavir crawled onto the bed beside her and turned her face to his, their lips brushing against one another.

"Since we are confessing, I also have not ever been with anyone before." She did not wish to tell him that she didn't really know what to expect, just that she wanted to show him the depth of her love for him.

"I have never felt so honored in my life, beloved. That you have chosen me to give this great gift to is beyond description."

His lips sought hers again, and he kissed her deeply, his tongue massaging hers. Casavir's hands, so strong and sure in battle, were now tender and tentative as they explored her body. Enthralled with her, he brushed his lips against her neck, her breasts while she ran her fingers through his thick ebony waves.

He kissed down her abdomen to the soft patch of hair between her legs. He lay his cheek against her hip bone, and carefully ran a finger down between her soft wet folds. In response, Kyrie spread her legs for him slightly, and he probed her inner lips carefully, searching for her opening. He was so gentle, so cautious, and when he found it, he pressed a finger ever so tenderly against it, waiting for her body to accept him. It was mildly uncomfortable for her, but the feeling of his finger exploring inside her was pleasant.

Casavir kept his finger inside her, pushing upwards against her walls, and began kissing, licking and sucking her tender areas. She sighed and moved against him, delighting in the intensity of the feeling of his lips. He moved his finger in and out of her while his tongue made little circles around her sensitive nub. Carefully, he inserted a second finger, trying to stretch her opening, preparing it for his member which was straining for attention. The stretching was painful, and she tensed up, closing around his fingers. He looked up at her, his electric blue eyes ablaze with desire. He pushed into her a bit further and she gave a little yelp. Whispering words of healing, a blue glow flared up around his fingers, and the pain subsided. He withdrew from her and moved back up to kiss her breasts, neck and lips. Kyrie was so grateful she could have cried. This man knew how to care for her, love her, make her feel comforted.

Kyrie let her hands roam over his beautiful body, finally curling around his extremely hard member. It felt larger in her hands then it looked, and gripping him made him groan softly. She wasn't sure how her body would react to his penetration, but trusted that he knew what to do. She stroked him, squeezed him, made him inhale sharply with every stroke. She looked deep into his eyes and saw the pleasure glowing there, as well as lust and intense desire.

"My love, I am aware that this is going to hurt you, since its your first time. I promise you that I will be as gentle as I can. Do you trust me, Kyrie?"

She nodded. Casavir moved himself between her legs, and she felt his hardness pressing against her wet, swollen opening. He pushed part of his member carefully into her, then pulled back out, tenderly nibbling on her lips to distract her. He felt her body give way to him, and slowly but surely moved deeper into her each time, but when he had entered halfway he felt her stiffen up and she moved herself away from him. He distracted her with his hands, his lips, moved in and out of her as gently and slowly as he could, but couldn't get more then half of his length into her.

Beneath him, Kyrie felt as though she would break. His girth was stretching her small, tight opening painfully, and if that wasn't bad enough, something was hurting her inside each time he penetrated. She didn't say anything, just bore the pain as bravely as she could, but she was sure he was aware that she wasn't enjoying it. Still, he moved gently, doing his best to allow her body to adjust to him. He stopped moving, letting her settle around him.

"My love, I am so sorry. I want this to be pleasurable for you, but I know that takes time. The one thing we need, we do not have the luxury of. Do you want me to stop?"

"Cassi, no. Its alright. Its true that its hurting me, but I want to make love to you, this night of all nights. You are trying your best, I love you so much for that. We just need to get through this and all will be well."

"I do not have proper words to convey how deeply I love you, my Kyrie. I only hope that somehow your heart will tell you what words cannot."

When he felt her opening relax slightly, he pushed again, a bit harder with more insistence. He was well aware of the pain it would cause her, and it tore at his heart.

"Just take a deep breath, milady."

She had just started to do so when she felt a searing, tearing pain inside her. He pushed his entire length all the way in and she cried out as her opening spasmed. Casavir, eyes tightly shut with regret, began to move in and out of her. She winced with each movement, her nether regions spasming with pain, and she fought to keep the sobs away. Casavir stopped and held himself deep inside her. Sitting back on his knees, he brought a trembling hand down and inserted a finger quickly into her above his member. This action stretched her sore opening further and she whimpered and looked pleadingly at him. Casavir quickly whispered those words of healing once more and took her pain from her. She sighed with relief, her body completely relaxing.

After that, the magic of their love, their devotion took over. Casavir's body seemed made for her, they fit together perfectly, moved in unison. He stopped several times when the emotion and the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. Kyrie sometimes sat astride him, his hardness filling her, her head flung back and her back arched, her long ebony hair falling in cascades down her back. His strokes were powerful, strong, intense. Every thrust was intended to show her without question how much he loved her. Every touch of his hands on her body, every kiss, glance, and smile a renewing of the vows they had made to one another.

They would lie beside each other, her leg thrown over his hip, his member buried inside her, and it was almost like a dance, each movement from one, matched or countered by the other. They rode the waves of intense pleasure, sweat dripping from their bodies, the sheets rumpled, twisted beneath them. The occasional breeze from the window would create gooseflesh on their skin, making Kyrie's nipples stand out, luring his soft, sensual lips to them.

For hours they reveled in each other's bodies, every sense they had alive. Kyrie and Casavir lived those moments with the full realization that they might not have another tomorrow, that this might be their one and only chance to show their great, undying love. Tears leaked from her eyes as he brought her nearer and nearer to release. She didn't want it to end, wanted time to freeze them in this time, this place. He would not let himself go until she had, this woman who was everything to him. She was his captain, his lady, his wife.

With an unrestrained shriek, Kyrie gave in to the rush of ecstasy that began as an ember inside her and spread like wildfire over her entire body. She felt the muscles between her legs bunch up around him, squeezing him, then let go, shuddering and twitching. Seeing and hearing her pleasure, Casavir thrust hard and deep into her, releasing with a cry, filling her with his seed. She felt the heat erupt from him, felt him pulse as he held them tightly together, wanting nothing more then to never let go.

His lips pressed against hers, his tongue probing hers. She had her hands in his hair, memorizing the feel of it under her fingers.

"Casavir, I love you."

"And I you, Lady de Chantraine. Come what may, my heart, my soul, my life will always belong to you."

Kyrie heard his voice, felt the sensation of his lips on hers, the feel of his hair, his skin. That night, they created the tiny life now nestled within her. Her heart was screaming at her, begging her to acknowledge that this man, her paladin, her beloved still lived. It didn't care that her memory was in tatters, what it cared about was that the great love it carried for Sir Casavir de Chantraine needed resolution. Kyrie needed to go back to where it all started. Needed to reclaim what was hers.

Crossroad Keep.

She looked at the armor bits laying on the ground, and put them on, slowly, piece by piece. As she did so, she found her hazy mind recalling a place, a time…or was it a dream? A dream of a man who called her kin. A man with golden eyes like hers. Was it her father? No…something spoke from deep within, the memory of a voice.

Your father is a mortal king.

She smirked at the thought. Me? A princess? Royalty? Hardly. I could not drink enough to make myself believe that one.

Your mother was a celestial.

Celestials are unable to produce children, of that she was sure. So my father the king and my mother the celestial somehow managed to produce me. A strange and lovely dream to be sure. A dream of longing from a poor girl from…from…her mind drew a blank.

Strapping the beautiful scabbard and longsword on, Kyrie felt strong. She touched the symbol of Tyr on her chest and smiled. Her god, always with her.

Kyrie mounted the horse and looked around. A short way off in the trees she spied a path.

"There we go! In time this will lead us somewhere, right?" she spoke to the beast and he turned his head and nudged her foot.

"Lets go!" he broke into a trot, a smooth almost floating movement, rarely seen in a warhorse of his size and musculature. Her concerns of harming Casavir's child dissipated and she concentrated on the journey ahead.