Hi everyone

Firstly to MMWillow13, feel free to use my story as inspiration, it is an honour to be inspiring. The crediting is much appreciated though and I would love to read your story, keep my updated.

I had a bit of trouble writing this chapter, I had to rewrite it a few times just to get it to go in the direction I wanted it to go in. On the good side for all of you who enjoy this story I did go on and write the next two chapters while I had writers block on this one so I have three completed chapters in total but I will wait and put up the next two over the next couple of days just to space it out a bit. All your comments were really helpful and I hope I have delivered what you have been asking for: more Wyatt and Katrina. I hope you like what I came up with, it definitely provided me with a bit of a challenge.

Chapter 12 - Meetings

Bianca's POV

Chris's eyes were so wide Bianca was almost worried that they would pop out of their sockets. "You… you remember… me, the other reality?"

She nodded and gave him a warm smile. He moved to step forward but the old robed man beside him quickly put his hand on his shoulder stopping him. Chris turned and glared at the man, before it was quickly wiped away and replaced with a fake apologetic look. "Can we please be left alone for a while to talk privately?" The man looked like he wasn't going to move an inch. "Please, Joshua, this is going to be awkward enough without an audience, this is private, I have a right to some privacy don't I?"

"You're safety, is our greatest concern, Your Royal High…"

"Look at her, Joshua, she is no threat, she has no powers and she can barely move in those restraints."

"You don't have…"

"My powers? Yeah I know, but I beat her without my powers before without any trouble. Please Joshua!"

"One guard stays." Joshua tried to compromise. Didn't he realize how stubborn Chris could be?

"No guards stay." Chris said stubbornly.

"Your, Roy…"

"If you want me to attend the round table meeting tomorrow…" Joshua had picked up on where that sentence was going.

"Fine, no guards, but you have no excuse to try and avoid the round table meeting tomorrow."

Chris smiled, he liked winning, "Deal."

Joshua gave a few quick orders and finally the metal doors swung shut leaving them alone in the dull room.

"Who was that guy?" Bianca wanted to know, Chris clearly didn't like him very much, and his patronizing self important manner had managed to piss her off in that couple of minutes.

"That's Joshua, let's just say that he is my elder minder, he tries to control everything I do in my personal life." He was speaking from the experience of not just the past week but from the memories he had gained from his 'other life'. "He is not very happy at the moment with this, I think he wanted to dictate who I dated and the whole soul binding thing took it out of his hands. He doesn't see you as proper royal companion material."

"That's how I gained my other memories!" she exclaimed, Chris looked confused.

"Why did you attack me if you had your memories?" A part of Chris's mind had been trying to work that out, she had been trying to kill him, there was no doubt about that.

"I didn't have my memories then," she said guiltily as she slumped awkwardly into one of the chairs. Chris, being so overwhelmed was surprised that he was still standing followed her example. "I only started to get my other memories over the past few days, since I've been locked down here, at first I thought I was going mad, but when I saw you and saw how you were looking at me, like you did in all my dream, my memories, I realized what was happening."

"You think it was the soul binding?"

"Yeah, think about it, we never met before world before I attacked you in this world, we had never touched therefore our souls weren't bound together until last week, until your memories had come back."

Chris caught on quickly, "And once our souls were connected, my soul affected yours and your memories started to come back too." Chris was smiling at her, he was so happy, so relieved.

"What?" she asked, there was something more to his mood.

"I thought I would have to try and explain it to you, I've missed you so much and the thought that you wouldn't remember me that we would have to start from scratch, that you might be so scared of me because of what I am now in this life…" he was having trouble continuing, he was so happy yet so upset, she reached across the table with her shackled hands and place them on his that was resting on the table, in was like a spark went between them when they touched, Chris quickly took her hands in his taking comfort from the touch.

"I don't care what you are Chris, your alive, I'm alive…" She wished she hadn't said that last bit, she could see it had triggered the memory of her dying in his mind. "I've missed you too." She finished, he perked up a bit at that.

"You did?"

"Mmmm, though I will admit since I have only had these memories for the past few days it probably hasn't been as much as you have missed me."

He leant down and kissed her hands that still rested in his large ones, "I love you Bianca." He said as he looked up at her. That did it, she had been fighting the urge to feel his body next to hers, to sit opposite him yet be separated by the cold table was torturous. If she could she would have jumped over the table but like he pointed out to the elder she could barely move. She could see the same desire in his eyes, but Chris was such a gentleman, he had been raised by three extremely strong women, he would never do anything without knowing she wanted it to, he clearly didn't want to scare her away. She gave him a warm smile before giving his hands a bit of a tug in her direction, he seemed to realize what she was asking, he looked up at her asking her permission, and she gave him a little nod. He stood up and came around the table, he must have noticed she was shivering because he took off his jacket and wrapped it round her shoulders before lifting her up bridal style, she could feel the muscles working as she lent up against his chest as he sat down in her seat with her one his lap. For a few minutes they just sat like that each taking comfort from the warmth of the other. She laid her head against his chest listening to the beating of his heart while he rested his chin on top of her head. His hand found its way to her chest, a first she thought he was feeling her up but then realized when it came to rest above her heart he needed confirmation that she truly was alive.

They could have sat their silent for hours but so much had changed from the other world and she needed to know her soul mate was ok, or at least would be ok. "Sooo… you're the prince?" She prodded, she felt his head nod above her, "Apparently, I drew the sword this time, mum said that the only reason Wyatt could draw it in the other reality was because she was dead so he became the new Lord of the Lake."

"Apparently? You would think they had pretty explicit prove before they declared you the 'Anointed Prince', I have memories, from this life, of it being announced that you had drawn the sword."

"I have memories of it to, of drawing it when I was ten."

"If you have the memories, why do you still doubt it?"

"Because at the moment more than a half of me has had it drilled into me that Wyatt was the sword bearer, and that was confirmed when he drew the sword. I know it sounds ignorant…"

Oh her poor baby, he needed to believe, to hope that everyone was wrong. "Have you tried drawing the sword?"

She was answered by his head shaking feverishly above her. "I'm not ready for that yet. When all my memories of this life have come back, when I have so much proof that it is overwhelming, then I will do it. I need my ignorance, my false beliefs at the moment."

His heartbeat started to rise, and his body because still, something else was on his mind, she tilted her head back and looked up at him, "What is it Chris?"

His eyes were wet and his face showed his uncertainty, "You won't leave me will you Bianca?"

"Have I ever left you before?" She tried to reassure him.

A hurt look came over his face, "You went back to him when I was in the past!"

She did and she felt so ashamed, "He captured me Chris and while I was in his captivity he made me believe things. I had never experienced his full power that closely before, with the sword his power dwarfed everything, even yours. He convinced me that we were losing, that our only chance to stay alive together was to bring you back. I was scared he would come back himself and kill you, he said he would if I didn't bring you back. Please forgive me, Chris?"

"I forgive you." He said instantly, he trusted her implicitly; she would never betray that trust again. "You won't leave me?" he asked again.

"I won't leave you," she said as she reached up and wiped away a tear on his cheek.

Wyatt's POV

Wyatt was shocked at the state Katrina was in when she was dragged into the sparse room he now sat in. She was half naked and chained. On top of that her eyes were red and puffy, like she had been crying and her nose was deeply bruised, it occurred to him that no one had been bothered dealing with her nose that he had broken, his heart twinged with guilt.

One she had been forcefully sat in the chair on the opposite side of the table he asked, "Are you ok?"

She looked up for the first time, and he could see the fear come in her eyes but she did not let the fear take her over, he admired that, "My lord." She replied, not answering his question, his concern probably didn't process in her mind.

Katrina's POV

She sat up straight, if she was getting sentenced to death she was going to do it with honor, with her head held high, she wasn't a sniveling demon that would beg for their life, she was a woman with dignity and she was going to die with it if that was what the future had in store for her. If only she knew how very wrong she was about the future.

What came out of his mouth shocked her, she was expecting something like 'Katrina of the Phoenix clan, I am here by sentencing you to death for the attempted assassination of the Anointed Prince.' Not, "I'm sorry about that." As he pointed out her nose, "Would you let me heal it?"

"My Lord?" she stuttered out. She didn't understand, he was here to sentence her execution and he wanted to heal her nose?

"Your nose, I broke it, would you let me heal it." He repeated, "I usually don't fix what I break, but I'm feeling terrible about it."

"You're here to sentence me to death and you want to heal my nose because you feel bad about it?" She had to vocalize what she was thinking, who was this guy who felt no guilt about ordering her death but felt bad when it was him who made the blow.

He looked confused at her statement, "I'm not here to sentence you to death." He told her, "You're not going to be executed Katrina."

'She wasn't going to be executed', what did that mean? Was that bad or good. She had tried to kill the anointed prince, something she now for some reason felt so awful about along with all the other people she had killed over her career as a assassin, she had spent the past week crying for them, reflecting on what she had done, all those innocent people, Goddess what was happening to her! Not being killed couldn't be a good thing; she had committed one of the gravest crimes in the magical community. They must be planning to keep her alive and make her suffer for every minute of it.

"What… what are you going to do to me then?" She forced out her fears then something occurred to her. They were already doing something to her, these feeling were new, they had only started since she had been locked up, they were trying emotional torture on her! She rephrased her sentence, "What are you doing to me?" she shrieked out. She could handle physical torture but emotional torture was something she couldn't go through, she had to lock all her emotions up in a box, if they opened it…

He looked so confused and even hurt at her accusation, "Where not doing anything to you Katrina."

"Yes you did!" She cried angrily forgetting who it was standing in front of her, forgetting it was the Warren Lord, the second in command. A very small part of her realized that it was almost like yelling at her family, someone she felt a close attachment to, something she would later learn was called love. "You're playing with my emotions, making me feel horrible and guilty about the things I've done! You're torturing me, trying to break me!"

She was too panicked to notice but his eyes looked down at the table as he muttered, "That would probably be the soul binding." Soul binding? What was a soul binding? She had never heard of one before. It sounded terrible; they did something to her soul. What he said next was even worse, "Your soul is bound to mine." My soul is bound to his, oh god this was some sort of version of slavery, binding her life into his hands. This is his doing! He wants me to feel guilty about what I have done. Phoenixes always prided themselves on being free, not bound to either good or evil and now they had found the perfect punishment for them, they had taken away their freedom. Their freedom, oh goddess, Bianca! Was her fate the same as hers? Bianca had got a lot closer to carrying out the kill than she did. "Bianca, is she bound to you as well?"

He looked utterly confused but she was too worked up to notice, "Nooo… She is bound to my brother…"

His brother, the Anointed Prince! Oh goddess, what were they going to do to them? Make them serve them, belittle them, force them to have sex with them… She fell to the floor shaking, burying her head in her hands.

"Katrina, are you ok?" He was on his knees next to her.

Was she ok, of course she was not ok, "You bound our souls to you! You took away our freedom, you've enslaved us, at least if you executed us we could die free, die honorably, but you must take away the last thing we have left!" She screamed at him, before burying her head in her hands again.

Wyatt's POV

He didn't understand what she had just said. Taken away her freedom, enslaved her? Oh Goddess, she didn't think… "My soul is also bound to you too." He tried to explain but she was weeping to heavily now, she didn't hear him.

He reached out, but as his fingers touched her forearm she pulled away, "Stay away from me you monster!" She yelled, he eyes were overflowing with pain and despair. Wyatt didn't know what to do, she wasn't going to listen to him in this state and he couldn't comfort her without making things worse. He did the only thing he could do, he stood up and left. He stopped at the door and turned back to the weeping woman, "I really didn't mean to hurt you Katrina." he said before leaving the room and letting the metal door swing shut behind him.

He walked up the corridor where he found a rather put out Joshua standing outside a closed door. It looked like Chris had managed to evict everyone so he could talk to his soul mate privately. The guards gave him a small bow as he approached but no one said a word. Chris immerged from the room half an hour later, he looked relieved but more importantly he was happy. It had been ages since he had felt proper happiness from his brother.

"It went well I take it?" He asked as he fell in beside Chris.

"She remembers Wyatt, she remembers me!" he said, Wyatt could hear the relief in his voice. "And how did it go with you?"

Chris was happy, if he told him the truth it would ruin that for him, his brother deserved to be happy every once in a while. He gave his brother a smile, he hoped it looked sincere, "It went well."

My mum came in as I was writing the last part of this and gave me my flu vaccine so my arm is a little sore, not that you guys wanted to know that. I hope you liked it. I can promise you that there is at least two more chapters coming in the very near future including a Wyatt and Bianca scene which I think came out quite well.

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