Narnia was still in his office through dinner. When I asked the staff about him, they had brought back a half-touched lunch. They had yet to take him anything because he said he would ask for it when he wanted to eat next.

Not one of his servants dared to bother him, they were all too afraid of him. When I asked why they would shake their heads and walk away. What was this, fight club? Later that night I snuck around the house, invisible to the ones still moving about.

I entered Narnia's study, silencing the sound of the doorknob's click. His breathing and heartbeat were low as he laid over his desk. Was there this much he had to do? I slipped a thin barrier between him and his ledger, pulling it out, and then levitating his paperwork to me.

It was ruffly the same as what I had done for Fenrir, but there was more. I looked at him, then the ledger. I checked all the math, he was doing fine, but I could not let him persist like that. He might get mad, but if I copy his handwriting it might slip under his radar.

I filled out the lines and filled in all the numbers. From what he had done, to what was left he had a good chunk done. I was able to finish as the sun came up, replacing what I had taken into their piles and ledger back under him.

I nudged his shoulder; his hand grabbed my wrist squeezing. "How many times do I have to remind others not to touch me." His grip tightened; I felt the bones crunching.

I winced. "Narnia."

He let go, my wrist flopped over. He broke my wrist in seconds, leaving a visible handprint mark. No wonder they all were afraid. He attacks first and asks questions later. I should not touch him again or it may be worse the second time.

"Narnia, did you sleep here all night. Hey, wake up."

He rolled his head. "What do you need, now?"

"I was making sure you were alright. You never came to dinner, nor asked for any." The bones in my wrist were slowly pushing themselves back in place. I bit my lip to fight the urge to make a noise.

He leaned up, looking at his desk, then me. "Your wrist."

I cupped it. "It's fine, clumsy me tripped on the way here. It will heal on its own."

"I can speed up the process." He held out a hand.

I stepped back. "No, it's fine. I only came to make sure you did not over do yourself. I will leave you to get back to what you were doing. Excuse me." I teleported to my room and wrapped my wrist lightly.

The door opened, Julie came in. "My Lady, it is time to… you are awake before me again."

"Could you bring my food here today, please?"

"Certainly, I will do that now."

This man a hand grip strong enough to crush bones in seconds, I was now curious on how he fought. Not on me, I might see the garden of death twice if I did. I may have the power to stop a heart, but I was also squishy. The broken wrist is my proof. Self-healing only went so far, in the middle of a fight I would kick the bucket.

Julie brought back my food. I ate and then laid in bed, sleeping was supposed to make the process faster and this one might take a while. Bones were different from flesh wounds. When my wing was dislocated, it took longer than a flesh wound too. It was sore but did not radiate pain like my wrist.

I propped it up on a pillow, I had yet to break something, and I have to say it is the worst. The bone bits rolled in the wrist like rocks, the splintered ends poking and cutting. It was on fire. I cover myself completely in the blanket, trying to close my eyes. The door opened and a chair was moved to the bedside. I could hear Narnia's disapproving exhale as he sat down.

"Sleeping already? I thought we might do something since I am finished with what I was doing." If I pretend to be asleep, he might go away. "Vi, you are not sleeping."

"I was trying. I did not sleep well last night; you could say I did not sleep at all."

"Because you were up doing what I was supposed to do. I know where I left off. My question is how you stole something from under me without waking me."

"Barriers are a beautiful thing. Gotten good at manipulating them. You can go now, relax enjoy your vacation time as you should."

He sighed, lifting the blanket from my face. "Sit up for a moment, I did not come to scold you. I came for your wrist."

I glared, tucking in. "Why won't you listen when I say it's fine?"

"Why won't you listen when I am trying to help? You lied to me, not well I might add."

I huffed. "Okay, you got me. Happy?" I leaned up, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He lifted my wrist, and I winced. He took the little wrap off and frowned. "This is not the first time I have hurt someone unintentionally." A green circle formed over my wrist, and the pain faded. The circle was one I had seen in my dreams; it was different from Blushenko and Balams. It looked like Somya's, but he was very careful how much he healed at one time.

"You healing circle is different."

"It is inherited magic; like a bloodline ability but it is given. It allows me to see the damage before I heal. I can see your vitals and know if I should ease up or if I can continue. It was supposed to go to Kalego as the guardian of Babyls." That was why he never healed anyone.

"How did you end up with it?"

"Our fates are set at birth. When I was born, I was to succeed my father. It is hard to explain but we know who goes where. It has always been like that. It used to be the one who went to Babyls was the healer." Khotan was behind him, nodding his head.

"To carry on Somya's legacy."

"Yes, how did you…?"

"I found a journal. He was a healer; he took care of Violetta for two years. He was a kind soul, and I see now why he did not fully heal her arm. He knew the Mana overload would cause her heart to fail. You have a picture of her, but I have one before he changed." I summoned the picture I drew.

"Violetta is your name, but your referring to the sister?"

I nodded. "That was Derkila's sister. At least, I think." I told him about the dreams I had been having.

"Then perhaps I can share our history."

The form he had of Fenrir was a from a dream he had when he was a child. When he mastered transfiguration, the man in his dream became his double life. He used to check on Kalego and his uncle in that form.

His uncle did have a relationship with Khotan, and for that he was not passed the healing gift. Narnia's grandfather worried he would never produce children. It was kept secret for some time, but when Sullivan found out, he docked Kalego's pay.

The healer was the one to have the children, it was always an arranged marriage for child baring purposes only. Children would grow up in the castle and split off when they grew older. The uncles and fathers disappeared shortly after succession.

No one questioned it and accepted it as a fact of life. They were free after they succeeded, so they liked to think they were enjoying life. Until the passage from the journal was brought up, now he feels there was something more to the pact with Cerberus.

The decree by mouth had been passed down and interpreted differently in each generation. To them, they were to never disobey the one they were under and remain loyal to the job they were given. Kalego the guard dog of Babyls, and Narnia chief and second in command at boarder control.

Never truly on top, but strong enough to be close to it. Cerberion was the root for all the dog analogies they received. As Fenrir he was just a loyal boarder control recruit with more freedom to roam about and do missions.

As Naberius Narnia, he was only seen as the iron fist. His job was to interrogate and torment criminals. He had no restrictions on how he had to do it, but that was the only freedom he was allowed. Just like Kalego, he too, had no true freedom.

Narnia was trying to break from that, but it was proving harder as tradition was already set. He had an arranged marriage since the passing of his healing gift. It caused such a stir that we were courting that Henri had come over to talk sense into him.

That was why they talked about traditions and carrying on legacy was about. All his downplay was to show Narnia I was not the one to be with. The girl in question was Kimora, she did not like any of the rumors either, sending him letters every day.

The travel was two days for her, or she would come, after she heard what I did. Let's just say it was dramatic, and she was all over Henri demanding that he bring him in to talk. Hence Henri's pop up at the castle. He was on vacation, unwilling to take any calls or texts unless they were important enough.

"How are these rumors spreading so fast?"

Narnia smirked. "I have connections that know how to gossip. Those who are on my side about breaking tradition, or just loyal to the family. We have yet to share any real together and she acts this obsessive."

"I don't understand. Why not break it off."

"We are lawed together; it takes both to break it off."

"Let me get this straight, you are using me to help you, and potentially break off this lawed relationship."

"And I am helping you get Eli back. Do not think we're not using each other fairly."

"Man, I wish I knew sooner."

"Why?" His eyes raised.

"Oh, Narnia. My sweet, not so innocent Narnia. I have plans if she don't break up with you by the time, I have Eli back."

"You're fine that I did not tell you? What plans."

"Answer this, is she possibly high society and popular? Had everything given to her and yet looked down on others?"

"By rumor, yes. Anyone lower than high society she will not speak with."

"Then I'm completely down for this." I chuckled. "One, freedom of choice is real. Two, I wish to see who comes out of the wood works."

"I'm confused, and now I worry the choice was wrong. Two things, run the idea a crossed me before you do anything, I also have a reputation. Two, you said you can teleport to a place you see, dose this include photos of places."

"I can do that, but I have never tried photos."

He summoned a picture. "Try now, this is where the celebration is to be held. Look at everything, and absorb it, especially the balconies. You will need teleport spots, so you don't run into someone."

He was not wrong; I have been lucky so far. I stared at the photo, stone in hand, and closed my eyes. Concentrating on the spot in the middle of the floor. I fell landing on my butt. I looked up, there was no one in the ballroom. I mapped out everything in my head, understanding the viewpoints.

Back at his castle he was sipping tea. Setting it down, he grinned. "Well?"

"Twelve Balconies, I numbered them north to south. One through twelve. Remember that."

"How do you wish to do this."

"If I go right at the beginning, I give myself the most time to find him, and any other secrets."

"When you have him, where will you take him?"

"Home, I can leave him with Opera."

"They still do not remember him; how will you fix that kind of manipulation."

Manipulation. I face palmed. "I had the means this whole time. Ugh, I'm such a freaking idiot." I explained how I could use my power and how I had Ocho confess. How I can manipulate others to feel as I feel.

"I have a plan, take Eli home, I will work the rest out. Can you dance?"

"Uh, by what means?"

Formal dancing, while I did not know much, I grasped basics while in high school during drama class. Narnia was about to dedicate all his time to teaching me. I was not one to dance like this, I disliked it during class. The music filled the ballroom, and he directed me how to move my feet.

I had two left feet, if it was supposed to be flowing foot sets, then I was a doggie paddle. If it were just me, I would do and move as I wanted. I stepped on his feet a few times. Each time he would grit his teeth. I stepped on his foot again, he pushed me into a dip.

"I am starting to think this is on purpose."

"I have two left feet and one was definitely put on backwards. I interpret dance by myself. Best I got for dancing in a group is a cupid shuffle."

"What is that?"

"It's a song where they direct you where to go."

He tapped my nose, tilting me up. "Good idea." He summoned cuffs. "Put these on."

I smirked. "No chains? This is disappointing."

"I have those, but they are for other reasons. Anyways, these will allow me to help you learn to dance by allowing me to control your hand and foot movements."

I played along with this, and in no time, I was no longer stepping on his feet. I wanted to Uno reverse this; has he ever danced in a wild or fun way? This could be considered fun to some, but for me it was to regal.

"You're doing better, and my feet hurt much less." He spun me around.

"I am so glad you approve, you and your poor little toes."

"Do you have any hobbies?"

"Music, drawing, and anything artistic like that. Have you ever not danced like this?"

"No, and I do not do much dancing either. This is for formalities; I plan to dance once for public appearances."

"You taught me, let me teach you something."

"No."

"Oh, come one Narnia. Please?" I pouted my lip, giving my best sad puppy dog eyes possible. "I have done everything you have asked me, just this once."

"No, that does not work on me."

"Fine." I parted from him, crossing my arms. "I'm tired." I walked over to the speaker and plugged my phone in. I turned, and smirked. Slipping my hands and feet from the cuffs. I played a song from my phone to the speakers, taking hold of his body with my barriers.

"What are you doing? Vi, no."

"CUPID SHUFFLE! Relax, and enjoy this enlightening experience."

I moved him around as the song played, it was funny watching him struggle to take back control. It made him look like the stiffest shuffle I had ever seen. I changed the song, the club music played. I grabbed his arms, pulling him close.

"Like this, loosen up. It's not about the form, but the feeling."

"Violetta, this is not fun."

I frowned, summoning my phone. "I thought it was."

"You can continue learning tomorrow." I nodded, watching him leave.

I thought this was fun, that's all I wanted. I played my violin, taking control of the instruments in the room. I did not have to be alone in this, and apparitions never complied if you stepped on them. A Celtic tune transformed the room into a town square busy with people.

Drinks passed around, mischief to me had. Off with a spring in my step, I danced with them, looping an arm around the towns people. They smiled and laughed, and I was not alone anymore. The strict world was carefree and vibrant. Round and round, In and out. Picked up and twirled around.

I laughed as I landed. "This was fun, good sir." I curtsied.

The man bowed. "Like wise, My fair lady."

"Who was that man?" I froze, the music stopped, and the escape was gone. I was still here, and why did he have to come back?

"A fun one." I teleported to my room.

"My lady, are you not going to dinner?"

"No, did you pick the flowers I asked?"

"Yes, I put them in that vase."

I had her get a tea pot with hot water. I plucked the petals from the base of the flower, rolling them between my fingers and dropped them inside stirring. The water turned dark purple. I drank the cup slowly, tonight I will sleep, and I want it to be restful. The flora scents and taste alone were relaxing.

"Lady Violetta, Narnia is at the door."

"Tell him I am resting, I need to sleep."

She opened the door for him, he glared at her, and she left. "Not avoiding me, are you?"

I sipped my tea, then pressed a hand to my chest. "Oh no, why would I do such a thing?"

He gestured to the tea. "May I?" He sat at the table.

I shrugged. "Have at it." The drink feels more nostalgic than a first time try. Derkila flashed over my mind, he used to make this for me before bed. His smile, his kindness. Somya. Could I gain that back in this era?

"This is flora, did you brewed this with petals?"

My head swayed, as I nodded. "Violetta used to drink it before bed." I moved to my bed, peeking over his shoulder as I passed him; his cup was half gone. "Derkila used to brew it for her, or me. I should say. To many memories and feelings to not be so."

"What is in this?"

I chuckled. "The flower petals contain a narcotic and sleeping aid. I suggest you find a place to lay down. We about to go nighty night." I laughed while laying down, coving up.

"Scoot over."

"No. Get in your own bed."

"You drugged me." He flopped down.

"You wanted some without asking what it was… Whatever." I moved to the other side, placing a pillow between us. "Stay over there." He waved a hand and covered his face with his arm.