Lucivar didn't staying the room long enough to find out f his ploy worked. He couldn't. dealing with the Sadist on a level battle ground was one thing … dealing with him on a dreamscape… just one more layer of his own self control was now rubbed raw… one more thread closer to breaking .

And worse the one person who could leash his temper … or send him to the killing field… was not in the damn room, where she should have been.

The dark wood door closed behind him with too much force, too much temper. The healers would have a thing or two to say about that later, but right now he didn't care. All he did care about was finding his queen.

Just as he was about to roar about her disappearing she peaked out of a room that shouldn't be in use. A room… a suit… that had once belonged to the Demon Prince… Andulvar Yaslana.

It was enough to stop whatever he had been about to say before the smallest of sounds could be made.

Jaenelle gave him the sweetest most innocent of looks before licking her soft lips. A smell smile curled her lips as she spoke," I had use for the room. I truly don't think Uncle Andulvar would mind."

How her argue with that innocent tone. Still something about it… something about her trying to move him away from that door and not saying anything about his mood or how he just left Daemon's room, rubbed him wrong. In a growl he asked, "And what are you using the room for?" other questions where floating in his thoughts but that was the only one that he could ask without snapping what was left of his control.

"For now it is a healing room for a family member Prince. If it is a problem I suggest you take it up with the court's Stewart."

When had a moody question to his sister cause the answer to come from his queen, from Witch? The answer… never unless he had mistaken who and what he was speaking to. It was enough for him to leash whatever mood he had been riding to humble ask, "Is there anything I my help with, Lady?"

Witch studied him with eyes that always saw too much. Then quietly answered, "Stay away from that room, Lucivar. Your temper is not welcomed there, however… I believe you're brother would be pleased to know that you're overseeing the care of his unborn child."

Well it was as much as an apology as a queen could give… and would give him a good reason to watch her every step for the next few weeks… now to just figure out who of the family needed a healer, and why … now that would give him a reason to exercise his temper. Ever so carefully he reached his hand out for his Queen to take it, "in that case Darling, why don't we go get a bite to eat before you take nap."

Jaenelle rolled her eyes, "A nap would be most welcome, just so long as the healing room is not bothered."

"I wouldn't dream of bothering any healing room, Lady."

"You almost sound believable." Jaenelle sighed, "I asked Nurian to come help with the healing. That said… I mean it you are not welcome in that room for the moment."

He was being baited. Telling him to stay away… hell she might as well hang a welcome sign. " And if I so happen to find myself in that room?"

"My darling Prince, if you enter that room until otherwise told… then you can explain to the High Lord why you are going to be living in his realm till the sun no longer shines there."

She couldn't… could she? "Tl …thh…sn…st-stops."

Seeing the message finally went into his stubborn head. Jaenelle bounced down the hallway and out of sight. Besides it was more fun reducing Daemon to stuttering.