If he had to deal with a pissed off black widow who was also Daemon's mother then someone was going to keep an eye on Daemon… someone who knew his temper and what he was capable of. He only wished with all his heart that it didn't have to be his other son.

Lucivar was curled up around Jaenelle. His arms holding her. His wing carefully unfurled around her. Protecting. Comforting. Soothing.

Damn it. He hated that he had to do this. Would hate it more if the Lady woke up as well.

Lucivar's eyes slowly opened. The scent of another male in the room… with his queen… nearly sent him crashing to the killing edge. The dark musky scent and dark power made him think twice. *Father* safer to speak this way then chance waking Jaenelle.

*I need your help, Prince*

Prince… not Lucivar. Well that couldn't be good.

A moment later both of them were in Saetan's sitting room. A Black shield protecting the room leading to the Queen.

"How bad is he?"

Glazed sleepy eyes held him for far too long. Finally The High Lord answered, "The healers think they can repair the physical damage. The rest…" he let out a sigh "Do you know what that Item was?"

Hell yes he knew what it was. Anyone who lived in Terrielle would have known. "It's a bed." He said a bit too calmly. Know what it was and how it had been used… so little would bring his temper to a boiling rage.

"I beg your pardon?" he didn't know what it was but he knew it was not a bed.

Pacing Lucivar began to speak. It was more to hear the words then to answer his father's question, "It was a bed. If I had to guess when Daemon was too weak to fight anymore they used it. That said… how far into the twisted kingdom is he."

He hadn't checked. Why hadn't he checked? He should have! Damn that little bitch. "I'm not sure. Karla is convinced he'll try to break the link to his Self."

"Yeah. That's what I thought." Lucivar paused. "If he does Cat will kill him."

"The Lady might after she finds out what I just did."

Well hell wouldn't that be fun. "And what was that?"

A few minutes more and Saetan told his son what he knew and what was being planned. Lucivar's unwillingness to speak was his only answer.

After a few minutes of silence Lucivar finally spoke, "Is there a reason the bitch needs to have the child?" if there wasn't then…

Good question. It was one he really, truly wanted answered…then again… not really. "I was under the impression that the child needed to survive."

"Well damn. Then I suggest getting the little bitch away from this house and somewhere Daemon won't go hunting."

Saetan gave his son a dry look, "It will be months until…"

"High Lord do you really think Daemon will remain in bed until that bitch has suffered? Oh I have no thought he won't keep her alive till the Lady can deal with her. But how much of her will be left will be an excellent question?"

Mother night. His head hurt. "For tonight go keep an eye on your brother…"

"Like hell I am. I'm going with you to explain this to Tersa."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Knowing at least one of her boys is fine should help her keep her temper long enough to tell her why the bitch is still living." If not he should be able to hold her while the High Lord used whatever craft would be required.

Not likely. But worth a try. "And your brother?"

"Papa?" a sleepy grumpy voice came from the bedroom.

Oh she couldn't get out but… the thought that something was wrong made him dissolve the shields. "Witch child you should be sleeping."

"Well I was sleeping until the two of you starting … well whatever you were doing that woke me up."

Damn it! Why didn't he put a shield around that room to keep out the sound?

Any other time she would have scolded them for waking her. The thought that something was wrong might be cause for caution. "Our apologies Lady. We were discussing Daemon."

For a moment she swayed. Her lower lip quivering, "How bad?'

Eyrien arrogance would go further than anything the High Lord could say, "The sooner you scold him for scaring the shit out of you the soon he will be well enough to fuss."

She blinked then licked her lips. "So he's going to be moody then."

Moody, pissed off. Only Jaenelle would think it was cute when Ice coated the walls. "Cat, are you able to check his chalice… without harming the child?'

Witch stood to her full height. Midnight whipped the air. "Prince, there's nothing I could do to touch this child."

Daemon's warning, "She has lost nothing."

Witch couldn't… mother night. Mother night…

Forcing himself to take a breath he found his voice, "That's good to know sweetheart."

"Hmmm." Weepy emotions gone and the desire to go hunting had been brought to the fore. "I want to see him."

Queens's command? Witch with deep chasms of midnight flowing over with raged filled ice. Or a wife simply wanting to see her mate. Her voice held all three. No would not be an acceptable answer. Hell's fire nothing shy of agreeing would be an acceptable answer.

Lucivar slid his arm around her shoulder. "I'll take you sweetheart."

Blood soaked bandages laid in bowls. Once clear water now cloudy with sweat and dirt. The three healers working together to give the prince comfort while he healed.

"Sisters?" the midnight voice spoke.

Karla arched her back but did not turn around, "Lady it is unwise for you to be here."

"It is unwise for me not to be."

Mother night. To healers squaring off to… to what? "Ladies, Jaenelle will stay long enough to see that Daemon is being well tended to then she will leave you to your work."

He could feel the no existent fur rising on her back, and reminded his queen, "Anger has no use here, lady."

She just looked at him. Tart mix with a look that would have him eating dirt the very next time they sparred.

Jaenelle took a set on the edge of the bed. Daemon was clearly fighting something. If it was the spells and webs that were helping him or that of a nightmarish dreamscape was unknown. If she wasn't carrying his child she would find out… as it was right now she could only hope the soothing sound of her voice and knowing that she was here would be enough.