The last strands of daylight were swept from the sky as Vigil's Keep appeared on the horizon. Rendon felt a shiver of anticipation; soon he would be reunited with both of his children, thanking the Maker he had sent word for Warin and Thomas to return to the Keep. He couldn't bear the thought of Thomas falling in battle, besides which he needed him to take his place in Amaranthine when he assumed the role of Teyrn of Highever. He bit his lip frustrated that many of his plans would have to be adapted; Jayden's death was a cruel blow and would make Delilah's ascent to the throne that much more tricky. He took a calming breath, with luck Eamon would be dead soon; when he had heard the news he made a mental note to discover who had ordered the suspected poisoning and why, that individual might be an ally. Cailan dead was a stroke of good fortune and when the time was right Anora would be removed permanently from the throne. All of this along with the Cousland's branded traitors would pave the way for Delilah. He would ensure Eloen made Loghain use his influence in their favour before he dealt with her. His fists clenched the reins forcing himself to breathe calmly and loosen his grip. The mage could no longer influence him, but he would make her suffer before the end. He glanced to Cauthrien who was clearly impatient to reach their destination and with a slight nod they urged their horses into a gallop.

xXx

Clearing her throat Cauthrien caught the attention of the horrified Arl. Upon entering Vigil's Keep and heading to the study they were met by the Seneschal. Howe had demanded that both his children attend him, hearing from the alarmed and stammering Seneschal that neither of his children were in the Keep. It had only taken moments to discover that Ellowyn Cousland was also gone and as far as anyone was aware Thomas and Warin had never returned home. Cauthrien shifted slightly. "My Lord …"

"I will find out what happened Ser Cauthrien you can be assured. I will have servants have rooms prepared for you."

Realising she was dismissed Cauthrien clenched her jaw in frustration, but gave a slight bow and left the room.

Rendon growled to the Seneschal to get Eloen and sat behind his desk his mood darkening by the second.

xXx

Heart pounding at the summons Eloen smoothed down her robes and hurried through the corridors her mouth already parched. She had a plan, but it came with risks and depending on the Arl's mood she knew she could well find herself dead or worse handed over to the Templars. Knocking and slipping into the study Eloen clasped her hands to stop them from shaking, her knees almost buckling at the fury in his expression.

"Where is Ellowyn Cousland?"

"I don't know my Lord. I have spoken with every servant and guard, no-one knows where they are. One day they were here, the next morning they were gone."

Rendon's fists clenched. "I thought you could handle this."

Eloen shuddered. "I believe I may have convinced her too thoroughly. She wanted to confront her father, demand the truth from him and I can only surmise that she persuaded Lady Delilah to help her."

"How could they have escaped the tower? Someone must have helped them."

"Not so my Lord, please if you would follow me." She swallowed painfully as the Arl rose his look one of distrust. Moments later she stopped outside of the secret entrance to the tower room. It had been by chance she and Thelda had found it and only a few days earlier, but she was deeply grateful for their persistence now as shock replaced distrust in the Arl's eyes.

Rendon stared at the secret passageway that even he had not known was there. "How did you find it?"

"After my interrogations provided neither answer nor clue I realised that most Castles and Keeps have a secret way out for the residing family should one become necessary. I wondered if there was also one out of the tower, my investigation offered no other alternative. I had Thelda help me, I can wipe her memory if you think it best, but she was genuinely worried for their safety."

Rendon slowly rubbed his forehead wishing he had a way to ensure she was speaking the truth. Closing the passageway door he led them back to the study realising with dismay if Eloen had spoken the truth this could have been avoided if he had merely had her use her magic on his daughter. His own hesitancy could have cost him everything; with Ellowyn gone he had lost his proof. "This is intolerable." He snarled.

Eloen met the Arl's gaze. "My Lord I must speak with you about another matter of equal importance."

It was all Rendon could do to keep his hands from her throat. "What could possibly be of equal importance? Everything I have been working towards is falling apart!"

"You have been betrayed and manipulated with magic."

Rendon stared at her startled never having imagined she would admit to it without persuasion.

"Do you remember spilling blood at the Circle; it may have been just a small cut in the presence of Senior Enchanter Uldred?"

Frowning Rendon had a vague memory of an apprentice dropping vials. "I …"

Eloen worried at her lip tears in her eyes. "The Templars killed my friend, I was desperate and when Uldred told me there was a way out I took it, all he asked for was my silence, but you have been more than I anticipated. I never imagined safety, or security or the chance to enhance my magic." Tears slipped down her cheeks. "I have tried to dispel his magic, but he is very powerful and for all I have learned …" She bowed her head.

"Why tell me this now?" Rendon asked cautiously.

"Because you have been kinder to me than most, because I realise now how much Uldred was using me. He didn't care if I would be safe, he didn't care what you did to me; he is no different to the Templars." She shivered as Rendon moved to her.

"Why should I believe you? How can I be sure this magic you speak of was not of your doing?"

Eloen met his dark gaze unwavering. "If you do not trust me then kill me, better that than a future under the Templars." She gave a bitter laugh. "Not that I would be alive for very long, just enough for me to wish you had killed me."

Rendon settled behind his desk watching her, her story was plausible and she couldn't have known the magical threads within him had been discovered and it had been after Uldred that those intense dreams had begun and his plans had become more directed towards royalty. "Sit Eloen." He waited until she had before he continued. "Uldred has no control over me any longer; whatever magic he put within me is destroyed."

Eloen stared at him startled. "How?"

"Danarius wanted to be sure I was not compromised; I admit we suspected it was you, but I am inclined to believe you."

Eloen's heart thudded frantically eternally grateful for Thelda's advice. "So what now my Lord?"

"If he survived Ostagar I would imagine Uldred returned to the Circle and if I have my way he will never leave it and despite the magic, the work we have done together is what needed to happen and I intend to continue on this course, it will benefit us all. For now however I need to find Ellowyn and my children."

"If I might make a suggestion, if someone was transferred to Lady Julianna's service that person could find out if there is any contact, or if your daughter's grandmother knows where she is."

"That might be worthwhile, especially as I need to return to Denerim and I would have you come with me."

"If I may suggest Thelda, I do not believe anyone would suspect her of any secret agenda and she has expressed concern for Lady Delilah."

Rendon nodded. "She is a good choice; her loyalty as her brothers has never been in question. Very well I will speak with her. Eloen you are crucial to my plans, but do not think for one moment that I will spare you if you betray me."

"I understand my Lord."

"Good. If you would have Thelda sent to me."

Nodding Eloen slipped out of the room leaning against the wall to stop her knees from giving way, before she raced through the corridors to the kitchens, mercifully finding Thelda alone. "You were right." She whispered, her hands shaking.

"Calm down and …"

"I'm fine, the Arl wants to see you; I have suggested you going to serve Lady Julianna and hopefully discover any hint of Delilah's whereabouts."

Nodding Thelda smoothed down her apron. "You just be careful."

"And you." Eloen whispered, leaving the kitchens and hurrying back to her own rooms. Only when she was there did she sink to the floor, shock and fear leaving her momentarily debilitated.

xXx

Stopping herself from folding her arms and glaring at the Arl, Cauthrien watched him pace the room sweat beading his forehead despite the chill. "So they just vanished." Cauthrien stated disbelievingly, it was barely passed dawn and already she wanted to throttle him.

"I believe my daughter helped Ellowyn leave so she can confront her father."

"I would imagine she will be most distressed to find out the man protecting her is responsible for her parents death." Cauthrien held his piercing glare, her stance reminding him she was not under his command.

"That was … unfortunate."

That some of the Cousland's lived no doubt. "Queen Anora will not be happy."

"Of that I am aware." Rendon snarled. "However I am more concerned for their safety, not to mention concerned as to where my son is and why he never returned home."

"I suggest we return to Denerim, it is unlikely they remain within Amaranthine and we can leave word here of where you are should they return."

Rendon simply nodded his stomach in knots. "I will send my men to search for them further afield."

"I think under the circumstances that would be unwise."

"My children are missing!" Rendon snarled.

"Indeed, but should your men find them and any harm has come to Lady Cousland you may find your life forfeit. Return to Denerim and seek counsel with the Queen and General." She felt waves of rage from the Arl but held his gaze firmly.

Rendon wanted to scream, but forced himself to at least appear calm. "Very well, we will leave within the hour." As Cauthrien nodded and left Rendon clenched his fists, he would not lose all he had worked for, all he had suffered and all he had sacrificed. Leaning heavily on the desk he shuddered having no doubt that if Loghain ever discovered the truth of all he had done he would die by his hand. Taking a calming breath he steeled himself, once in Denerim, Eloen could work her magic and Loghain would never doubt him, no matter what evidence was presented to him.

xXx

As the cold midday sun filtered into the room, Teagan shifted restlessly his attention switching between Cailan and the Senior Enchanter, eager for her to begin her healing. He glanced to Fergus who was standing by the window, straight backed, his face showing the strain of grief and too little sleep.

Centering herself Wynne settled on the seat next to the bed and placed her hands over Cailan's head. A pale blue glow began to emanate from her hands as she began to manifest her healing magic. Little by little she sent her magic gently into the King, repairing the trauma. Slowly she created a complex matrix of her magic around the deeper trauma and tentatively opened herself up to the spirit within her. Wynne bit her lip as a swell of energy surged through her. It wasn't difficult to control, but it was more power than she had ever experienced. She sent it through the damaged area, startled by the rapid healing, but when she drew back she felt a flicker of alarm, the spirit within her seemed depleted somehow. She felt a surge of fear that her return to the living would be far more limited a time than she desired. She pushed aside her concerns as Cailan stirred.

Slowly opening his eyes Cailan took in his surroundings; a comfortably furnished room with the drapes only allowing a little sunlight into the room. He groaned in pain as he sat up, his side pulling, his head aching, blinking to clear his vision.

"Thank the Maker you're awake." Teagan smiled in relief and gratitude. "How do you feel?"

"Sore."

Fergus grinned. "Well you will go up against Ogres and Emissaries." He hesitated at the blank look on his friends face. "Cailan?"

Glancing around the room Cailan felt the stirrings of panic he recognised nothing and no-one.

"Cailan?"

"Cailan." He murmured, the name meaning nothing to him.

"Cailan is something wrong?" Teagan asked in growing alarm.

"Do I know you?"

Teagan stared at him startled glancing to Wynne who paled slightly. "You do not recognise me?"

Cailan shook his head. "No I … I do not even know who I am?" He glanced to Fergus anxiously. "What happened to me?"

Fergus stared at him in shock feeling his guts twist.

His heart sinking Teagan gently grasped his nephew's shoulder. "We are family Cailan, you are safe here and we will sort this out."

Wynne felt the gaze of all three men on her and she inwardly sighed, why could things never be easy?

xXx

Bathing had given Cailan some time to himself to try and recall anything of his life before he had woken, but his memories were shadows and fear had replaced panic that he might never remember. He was startled by the servant who had been assigned to help him dress sending him away saying he was surely capable of dressing himself. Of course now he knew why the servant had been there; a slip from the mage had made that abundantly clear. Throwing his hands up with a hiss Cailan moved to the window. "I cannot remember a damn thing! Not people, not the battle I was injured in!" He glared out at the garden using anger to disguise his fear. The men in the room Teagan and Fergus called themselves his family and friends and yet nothing in their appearance, speech or manner triggered any recognition. Frustration boiled in is gut leaving a sour taste in his mouth.

"You really must try to relax." Wynne stated gently. "Trauma such as the kind you have experienced will take time to recover from despite magical assistance."

Sighing Cailan turned to the woman who could have been his mother or perhaps even grandmother for all he knew. "Forgive me I just … this is so infuriating. You said I was King, this country needs me and I am worse than useless in this state."

Wynne bit her lip wishing for the thousandth time she hadn't called him 'Your Majesty', but what was done could not be undone, just one more mistake to add to her catalogue of life long errors. "The more stress you put yourself under the less likely you are to remember. Please try to relax."

Sighing Cailan glanced Teagan, who had explained he was his mother's youngest brother. "Won't you tell me anything else?"

"Senior Enchanter Wynne has advised against disclosing too much, your memories need to return on their own."

"And if they do not?" Cailan glanced to Fergus. "What then?"

Moving to his side Fergus gently gripped his shoulder. "We will find a way Cailan, I swear."

xXx

Alistair sighed as he settled on the seat opposite Teagan. "He doesn't even remember you?"

"No, Senior Enchanter Wynne said it it not uncommon in head injuries for there to be memory loss. In most cases it is temporary, but having triggers might make them come faster. You have a special bond; come with me to Cailan, perhaps you can free some of his memories." Teagan gently gripped his shoulder. "Please."

"Of course." Nervously entering the room Alistair saw Cailan by the window, closing the door behind him and following Teagan across the room.

Teagan moved to his nephew's side. "Cailan this is …"

"Alistair." Cailan stated looking startled.

"You remember him?" Teagan stated eagerly.

"It is hazy but …" Cailan moved to Alistair searching his face, his heart thudding as he struggled to remember. "How can I know your name and not remember you. Damn it this is so frustrating!"

"Maybe you need to relax your Majesty." Alistair urged cautiously.

Cailan nodded studying his face again and recognising some of his own features in the younger man. "Brother, you are my brother!" Cailan suddenly frowned. "It feels wrong to have said that."

"Probably because I'm a secret."

"A secret, I do not understand, why would you be a secret?"

"That I suppose I must explain to you." Teagan stated taking a seat.

Cailan glanced frequently to his brother as Teagan told him the situation. "So the one person I have some memory of, is the one person I cannot properly acknowledge!" He hissed in frustration.

"When we are alone it's alright." Alistair soothed.

"How have you stood this? You should be a prince of Ferelden, you should be by my side."

Alistair bit his lip. "It was for my protection and now even if I wanted to I couldn't with being a Warden."

Cailan shook his head, "So you remained hidden as does my wife's brother; Maker why can I not remember my own wife?"

"It will just take time." Teagan stated gently.

Alistair worried at his lip. "You spent a lot of time with Captain William planning for the battle. Perhaps he can trigger more memories."

"It is worth a try." Teagan stated. "Alistair would you be able to fetch him, I have a meeting with the Mayor regarding the refugees that are starting to arrive."

"Of course."

Cailan gripped Teagan's arm. "I wish I could remember you uncle."

Teagan smiled warmly. "You will Cailan, I am sure of it."

xXx

Alistair hurried out to the training yard seeing Jayden and Delilah training, Airyl sitting watching them. "My apologies for interrupting, but Will I need your help."

"Of course." Jayden spoke quietly to Delilah who smiled and turned her attention to the practice dummy, moving to Alistair he looked at him expectantly. "You wanted my help with something?"

Alistair nodded gesturing for Jayden to follow him, Airyl darting along beside them. "Cailan remembers me; well he remembers who I am though not much else."

Jayden felt a rush of relief; those of them guarding Cailan had been told the truth of the situation and it had caused anxiety in them all. "It's a good start and it proves that the memories are there to be brought back and not damaged beyond retrieval."

"I hope so. I was hoping if he saw you he might remember more."

"I might make things more confusing for him given the situation."

"Does that matter as long as he keeps remembering things? Please, we need to at least try. You nearly died to save him; surely he will remember something of that when he sees you!"

"Alright, but maybe it should just be us with him, in case he remembers parts he shouldn't say."

"He's alone at the moment."

Moments later Jayden nodded to Terrance and Lawrence who were standing on either side of the door, entering the room and bowing as Cailan turned from the window. Airyl could barely contain her excitement at seeing him awake, but remained at Jayden's side, Alistair slipping ahead of them.

"This is Captain William." Alistair stated eagerly.

Cailan moved over to them searching Jayden's face and then looking at Airyl. "You would think I would remember a man and a wolf, but there is nothing." He glanced to Alistair who could barely hide his disappointment. "I am sorry, I wish I could remember."

"Going over battle strategy probably isn't some of your more exciting memories your Majesty." Jayden stated glancing to Airyl as she whined softly. "Your Majesty if I may make a suggestion, you were always rather fond of Airyl, perhaps if you spend a little time with her."

Cailan glanced at them and then hunkered down looking at Airyl. "It is strange that I am not afraid of you."

Airyl slowly stepped forward and rubbed her head against his jaw.

Smiling warmly Cailan sank his fingers into the thick fur of her neck and back. "You are very beautiful." He grinned as she leaned against his chest and licked his chin. "This is extraordinary." After a few moments he stood and settled onto the sofa. "Did we discuss strategy often?" He gestured for them to sit.

Taking a chair, Airyl sitting beside him watching Cailan, Jayden nodded. "Several times a day your Majesty, usually with General Loghain."

Leaning forward Cailan studied him again. "Why would you alone attend strategy meetings with myself and the General; where were the other Captains?"

"I was a Sergeant until during the battle your Majesty, my rank of Captain was a battlefield promotion due to the loss of Captain Varril."

"I see. So tell me, why was a Sergeant in the strategy meetings?"

"I had … specific knowledge." He shifted uncomfortably beneath Cailan's searching look. "From a … a Witch of The Wilds."

Cailan wasn't sure if he was more surprised by that information, or more surprised that he believed him. Leaning back in the chair he stared at him thoughtfully. "Well your … information clearly did not help us given our monumental failure."

Jayden bowed his head feeling the colour drain from his face, a lump swelling in his throat. "No it did not."

Cailan saw the shock on Alistair's face and shifted slightly. "I am sorry I did not mean that to sound as it did. If I appear insensitive … I remember almost nothing."

"It is only the truth your Majesty." Jayden stated gruffly feeling that at any moment he would choke on the emotions he was desperately trying to hold back. "If you will permit your Majesty I really must get back to training."

Cailan stood wishing he could take back his thoughtless words. "Of course; thank you for your time Captain William."

Jayden bowed and strode from the room Airyl tight to his leg feeling his distress.

"Damn it Cailan he nearly died saving you!" Alistair snapped hurrying from the room.

Cailan stared after him startled sinking onto the sofa rubbing his neck, knowing Alistair hadn't meant to tell him that information. He let out a low breath. "Is this a test?" He whispered glancing upwards. "Or is it my penance for all those killed at Ostagar?" He sighed softly. "I need to remember, how can I be of any use to anyone like this?" Shaking his head he lay back on the sofa concentrating on the wolf, willing memories to surface.

xXx

Alistair raced along the corridor almost bumping into Jayden in his hurry. "Are you alright?" He whispered glancing around to ensure they were alone.

"I'm fine Ali."

"He didn't mean to upset you."

"I know, it's my own guilt choking me, Cailan's words were just a trigger."

"You did everything you could! You have to know that!" He frowned at his friends sigh.

"You should get back to Cailan, just being around you might help him to remember something else."

"I will be leaving soon." Alistair muttered bitterly.

"Rath needs you Ali."

Alistair met his gaze and gave a rueful smile. "I really need to stop this self-pity don't I." Running his fingers through his hair he let out a breath. "I miss Bethany so much and I keep thinking of our baby growing inside of her. I wonder if we will have a son or daughter and who our baby will take after. I think of the life we were supposed to have and instead all we have is darkness and I might never see them again." He glanced to Jayden as he gripped his arm.

"I swear to you Ali, you have my oath on my honour that I will get you back to your family."

"You do seem to have a way of doing what seems impossible."

As Alistair headed back to his brothers room Jayden slipped down the stairs and back out to the training yard pausing on the steps and watching Delilah who was still practicing. His breath caught as she turned and smiled at him beaconing him over. For one brief moment he allowed himself to imagine a life together where the Blight was over and they were married; he bit his lip at the ache that filled his heart and the guilt that swiftly followed, wondering if he would ever be able to give Delilah the love she deserved.

xXx

Shifting her pack slightly Thelda's eyes narrowed as she saw Bann Esmerelle leaving Lady Julianna's estate, smiling at Cora the Housekeeper who had come to greet her.

"Thelda, it's lovely to see you."

"And you Cora. I didn't realise when you mentioned that Lady Julianna was widening her social circle you meant that poisoned snake."

Cora worried at her lip. "Well I couldn't come right out and say it; you never know who is reading messages that shouldn't. Truth be told she never came near the place until Lady Delilah returned to live at the Keep. Devastated Lady Julianna was. I just don't understand it, Lady Delilah seemed so happy here."

"I don't think she had a choice between you and me."

Cora sighed. "Lady Julianna thought as much, but still broke her heart it did. She isn't the same woman she was."

"How often does the Bann visit?"

"Twice a week and each time our mistress seems less herself; Maker knows what that woman says to her. She was always such a strong woman, it's a sin it is to see her so confused and weak. I never thought I'd see the day she fell to this."

"Maybe our visiting snake is doing more than just talking." Thelda muttered. "I always thought she had a hand in Lady Catherine's death."

Cora paled slightly but nodded. "I fear as much, but she lets no-one in the room with her and while I make every drink and scrap of food myself she could be putting something into it while she is in there. I can't trust anyone else Thelda and no-one knows poisons like you."

Thelda smiled slightly. "Well first things first I better present myself to Lady Julianna and then we will work out how to go about cutting off the head of this snake."

xXx

Leaning back into his chair First Enchanter Irving looked at Uldred over the rim of his teacup taking a long drink of the sweet liquid. The Senior Enchanter had been agitated since his return, several mages and Templars had been lost at Ostagar, along with Wynne one of his oldest friends. He felt his hands tremble at the thought of her and slowly put the cup on the desk. Since his return Uldred had done all but demand that he contact the General to secure the transfer of over half of the Circles Enchanters to the army. He had been horrified by the loss at Ostagar as they all had and he had assured Uldred he would speak to the Knight Commander which he had done. Together he and Gregior had drawn up a list of mages they considered able and of the right temperament to go to the assistance of the army, but Uldred was not satisfied and he feared that something else was driving him. "Uldred you witnessed great atrocities, you need time to rest and recover."

His fists clenching beneath the desk Uldred merely nodded, his frustration almost choking him.

"You look tired Uldred; you would not be the only one to have returned suffering nightmares." He fell silent at the sharp glance.

"We have an opportunity to prove ourselves." Uldred snapped. "Why are you stalling?"

Irving sighed and stared into the liquid taking another sip before he answered. "I do not like to see my people die needlessly. Should the General have need of our services he will contact us, until then we will wait."

You are a fool and a coward. "Perhaps you are right, maybe rest is what I need."

Irving watched him leave pouring himself another cup, catching the tremble of his hand. Uldred had always been good at hiding his emotions, but what he had seen in his eyes as he left made his very bones icy, he saw hate and a darkness that felt as though it would swallow him.

xXx

Foot tapping against the floor in agitation Reece ignored the glares of his fellow mages. Getting to his feet he left the library having no idea where he was going. The walls felt as though they were closing in on him and he couldn't sleep, images of Darkspawn and not knowing what had happened to Dylan and the others of the Company plagued him. He had wanted to be free of the Circle so badly and now that he had been forced to return he felt trapped. He stopped in mid stride seeing Ser Simon walking towards him; turning on his heel he walked quickly in the opposite direction, anger seething within him. He shuddered as somehow without running the Templar managed to catch up to him.

"How long are you going to be angry with me?" Simon asked gently, hesitating as Reece span around glaring at him.

"You had no right to do what you did! I will never forgive you!"

Sighing Simon rubbed his neck. "I had my orders and if you had stayed you would have died like …" He fell silent a lump forming in his throat.

"Don't you dare!" Reece snarled. "They are alive and if they did die it's your fault. We were supposed to back them up and you ran and dragged me with you. You're a damn coward! Now leave me alone!"

Simon remained where he was as Reece stormed off feeling guilty and sick at heart. He relived the horror of the battle as he slept and always it ended with Matthew begging him for help and him leaving him there to die. "I had my orders." He whispered, but in his heart he wished he had made a different decision. He straightened as Senior Enchanter Uldred strode passed him, his eyes gleaming with fury. He shuddered; it seemed that everyone in the Circle was angry these days.

xXx

Entering a private chamber, Erlina at her side, Anora settled into a seat gesturing for her visitor to take the seat opposite her. "What news?"

Removing his cloak Ignatio rubbed his chin in agitation. "I received a messenger bird a short time ago; Arl Howe is on his way back to Denerim and he is bringing the mage with him in the guise of an elven servant."

Anora's hands involuntarily clenched into fists. "You are certain?"

"My agent is, few would speak of her and those that did were fearful. Your majesty I urge caution, a mage able to influence so many is of great concern. I urge you to inform the Templars, she can be taken into custody upon her arrival to the city."

"No! The Arl would say he knew nothing of her being a mage; that he thought her simply a servant and who would believe the word of a blood mage? No, we must watch and gather evidence, we must have proof that the Arl knows what she is and has been using her magic for his own ends."

"It will be as you say your Majesty. Given the danger I would have one of my best, Zarina put in place as your ladies maid. While I do not doubt the skills of your current lady another pair of eyes and daggers never hurts. With the unfortunate loss of King Cailan, well it would not seem so strange that you would have extra people around you."

Anora nodded. "I would gladly accept the extra protection."

"Very well, I will have her come to the palace on the morrow. Be careful your Majesty."

"And you Master Ignatio."

xXx

Author Note: Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed.