They Jaenelle pulled away just enough to look at him. The way she was biting the corner of her lip and the hesitant look in her eyes did not bode well for getting answer that was anywhere near the truth. It also mend that she wasn't ready to explain something to him and that something was too quickly becoming a battle ground. The knowledge that Lucivar had entered a room after his queen told him not to, was just another reason to probe further. "Darling , You have my word I won't do anything to damage the healing webs. However you can tell me whatever it is that you are deciding not to or I will find out on my own."
The noticeable growl was enough reassurance that he would do whatever he had to if necessary." You're not allowed to get mad about this."
Meaning he was not to kill over this. Didn't men he wouldn't voice his option at a very loud tone of voice. And didn't mean that couldn't find someone, preferably a member of the family to take of whatever it was that he wasn't suppose to get mad over. Daemon forced himself up so that he was sitting all too calmly in the bed. Then steepled his fingers and cooed, "I promise that won't do anything to distress you, sweetheart."
Witch narrowed her eyes and her midnight voice spoke, "I mean it Prince you move from that bed and you will regret it."
Shit. Arguing with his wife was one thing since it usually led to the kiss and make up part. However arguing with his queen was a completely different matter, and until he was ready to draw a line and defend it he wasn't going to do anything to piss her off further. "You have my word; I won't harm the webs, Lady."
Witch watched him a moment longer with narrowed eyes before Jaenelle finally sighed, "I'm sorry you don't deserve my anger… It's just…"
With a smile that that didn't quite reach his lips Daemon purred," It's the hormones darling."
"Well it's your fault."
"As I'm sure you'll keep reminding me of." He replied dryly then added, "But I still want to know what you are trying so hard to not tell me."
"While looking for you, Prince Yaslana and his 'helpers' came across a few people…" Jaenelle hesitated when she said people but she was trying to tell him enough to satisfy him without telling enough to go do something stupid like trying to dent Lucivar's head in… "And one of them happened to be an eyrien Warlord Prince."
"I see. And where did my brother happen to find these people?"
If she told him all she knew he would remain in bed just long enough to process the information then he would try to kill his brother. Knowing this she said in her best Queen's voice, "I don't believe Prince Chaosti said where they were from." Which was true… the other's that had come with the prince however had.
Well then he would be having a little chat with the Prince fairly soon. "Please continue, Darling. Since I haven't heard anything to have Lucivar feeling the displeasure of the coven … yet."
"The eyrien needed some … attention… not nearly as much as Lucivar did when he first came to Kealeer mind you but enough to need Gabrielle's help. And those that were sent along with him did have some very interesting things to say about Terrielle and what they thought having done to the realm."
"And the eyrien?"
"Cassandra knew him I believe. And he did have a piece of parchment to grant him assialym if he ever was in Kealeer."
Cassandra? Why would she of all people… no… that question he would find out soon enough. "Then if my thinking is clear enough, it's the eyrien who was in the healing room?"
"Hmmm. Yeeesss. Papa really didn't mind allowing him to heal in this side of the Hall. He belongs here Daemon. I don't really know how … yet… but he does belong here."
He was in this side of the Hall… Daemon bit the tip of his tongue to keep from saying anything. Oh but he wanted to. In a calm voice that would scare anyone else he asked, "And you were in the healing room with this male while carrying this child why?"
Well so much for a calm, reasonable conversation. "Well his wings were involved. And Gabrielle asked for my opinion. I swear I didn't more then give my options or slip in and check in and offer what comfort that I could without doing harm to the baby! And …"
The room chilled with his temper. He hadn't assumed she had done something. Would never assume that. However… his voice was cold and stony, craft that should be using made it vibrate the walls, "I didn't assume you had done anything. I was referring to a unknown Warlord Prince that could easily overpower you!."
She blinked in surprise. She should back down. She should do something to calm him. Her damn emotions weren't letting her. "Because I don't wear…"
The air crackled in warning. Followed by, "Because you shouldn't be doing more than basic craft!" he shouldn't be yelling at her. Hell the way his throat hurt he shouldn't be yelling at all. But right now… right in this moment … he was going to make his point perfectly clear.
Jaenelle let out a loud huff then, "He's just a boy." That was nearly drown out by Daemon roar of, "He could have killed you!"
They both stared at each other. It was Daemon who spoke first. The room had been cool before… but now… his voice became deadly ice… here was a battlefield worth his anger. "He's what?"
"Just a boy." She said with her last bit of defiance before weepy started, "Barely 200 years old if I'm right."
A boy. A boy? Lucivar wouldn't harm a child unless he wasn't seeing a child. Think … what would send Lucivar a trained warrior to the killing edge? He wings… Jaenelle had said something about the wings. Knowledge of Terrielle flooded his mind. If in Avaski the wing if damaged would have been removed… any where they would have been removed… except…
He didn't care if he would hurt later. Hell he didn't really care if ever damn web would need rebuilt… He was getting out of this bed and throttle his brother to a mushy pulp.
Anger got him to swing his legs out from the covers.
"Daemon! Don't you dare… The webs…"
His eyes were already past glazed, "Lady either you can stand aside, or explain to the healers why your unable to move for the next several month."
Her sapphire eyes narrowed, "You wouldn't dare."
Craft kept him on his feet. In a low growl he answered truthfully," I don't bluff."
"Fine but don't expect me to watch as you destroy yourself."
If she let him pass the worse he would let happen would be sore muscles tomorrow. If she didn't he would use every bit of strength he had to keep her from harm… and out of his way.
This was his queen, his love, his wife. He was allowed to protect and defend. It was who and what he was. But also meant he would leash his temper enough before he did something that he wouldn't be able to fix. "Lady, I gave you my word I would not harm the healing webs. Allow me to do this and I sear the worst that will happen and sore muscles."
"I don't you and Lucivar tangling over this."
"Darling you forget something… I can be a scary son of a bitch when I want to… and without doing anything at all."
She looked at him for a long moment, "Walking, let alone standing will be painful but won't disturb the webs… Do more then that and will dent your head."
And that was about as much of a allowance as he was going to get. He only hoped that he could keep his end to the deal.