White Sand Ch. 8
"Arthur, I know that you're refusing to leave, but could you at least eat?" Worried that if he didn't start taking care of himself that he wouldn't be able to take care of Davina when she finally woke. Gently rubbing his shoulders, "I brought you one of those meatball subs from Betty's." giving him a small smile as he turned his golden eyes towards her.
Rubbing his beard, Arthur took ahold of the sub, taking a huge bite out of it, not because he really wanted the fucking thing, but he knew that his mom wouldn't stop bugging him until he did. Swallowing, he turned back towards Davina, desperate for her to open her eyes. Placing down his sub, Arthur reached for her hand, "Baby, it's been almost 24 hours, you need to wake up." His voice cracking. He was terrified that she would never open her eyes for him again.
Keeping his eyes on her, Arthur barely turned his head as he heard the doctor coming in. "Why hasn't she woken up?" he growled out. On a surface level he knew that it wasn't her fault, but he wanted answers and no one in this hospital seemed to know anything.
Dr. Williams found herself staring at the back of the man's skull, flinching a bit at the sound of his voice. Carefully adjusting her lab coat, knowing that he and her family really wanted answers to her condition, but with her added abilities everything that she said seemed more like best educated guess.
Glancing over towards her uncle, wondering if he wanted her to reveal any medical information, but with a slight nod from him she moved deeper into the room, wanting to make sure that everyone was informed at one time.
"All her neuro exams are coming back normal; nothing seems to be wrong with her heart." Flinching a bit as the Aquaman's eyes snapped towards her, "Medically there is nothing wrong with her," she said, refusing to let him intimidate her with his piercing gaze, "But based on what you told me about her gifts and what she did before she went into the water, I am inclined to believe that she depleted her energy and her body is trying to recuperate."
Jake couldn't help but perk up at that, "So, she could be fine?"
Turning fully towards him, Tori nodded, "In theory, yes." She wanted them to have hope, but she didn't want to give them unrealistic expectations, "I have been reaching out to major hospitals around the country, hoping that someone would have a better idea, but with her pyro abilities, we just don't know what is normal for her or not."
Closing his eyes, Jake could only nod, "What about Central City, don't they have what do they call them, Meta-humans?" Knowing that one of those hero's lives there.
"I've contracted their head of medicine; I've left an urgent request for someone to call me back." Frowning a bit, "I'm sorry to say, at this time it's going to be a waiting game." Moving towards her patient, "I will continue run labs, check vitals, and do everything I can to keep her comfortable."
Arthur could feel his heart breaking at her words, from the moment they brought her into the hospital, they weren't closer to any answers. Threading his hands with hers, he watched intently as the doctor listened to her heart, figuring that was what he could do, watch over her until she finally woke up.
Once she finished her vitals check, Tori made her way over towards the IV machines, wanting to make sure that they were dosing her properly. With a few adjustments, she could feel someone was staring, barely looking over her shoulder, she found Arthur watching every move that she made. It was extremely unnerving, but she couldn't help but be a little jealous, never in her life had anyone been so concerned about her wellbeing.
Turning towards the family, she gave them a small smile, "I have her on saline to keep her hydrated, a low dose of muscle relaxer, and some glucose since hers was low." Clearing her throat, "I need to finish rounds, but if something changes one of the nurses will page me," looking directly at her uncle, she could see some relief in his eyes. Without another word, she left the room, hoping that by the time she was done rounding on the floor someone from Central City would be reaching out.
Tom leaned back in the chair, his arms wrapped tightly around his wife, but as he let his eyes go from Davy to Arthur, he knew that his son was hanging on by a thread. He wished that he was able to give him answers or tell him with 100% certainty that everything was going to be alright, but he knew that wasn't what he needed.
Gently squeezing his wife's shoulders, he let his eyes turn towards Jake, who looked somewhere between pride and heartbroken, which was an emotion that he truly understood. Reaching over, Tom lightly patted his shoulder, not needing to say anything.
Jake barely mustered up a smile, but he was thankful to all of them for being here, she loved each one of them dearly. Leaning back just a bit in the chair, Jake started to get comfortable but the sound of his brother's voice echoing in the hall had him jumping up and rushing out the door. "Shit." He muttered.
"Where the hell is she?" Standing at the nurse's station, John was beyond pissed, not only was she in the hospital but it was because of her condition. Running his hand through his hair, he watched as the nurse in question stared back at him, "Davina Olsen, that's my daughter, what room is she in?" he said snapping at her.
Ray shook his head, doing everything he could not to take it personally, because it made sense when you are informed a loved one is in the hospital that emotions run hot. "Of course, she in…" before he could answer the uncle stepped out of the room.
"Johnny, stop yelling at the nurse, she's over here."
He could feel his jaw clenching, turning towards his brother, John had to keep himself from punching him. "Don't you dare tell me to calm down." Walking over to him, hating that he was still a few inches taller than him, "I blame you for this." He growled out. "I let you convince me to let her come out here, and in under 4 months of living here she's in the fucking hospital and now the whole town knows that she's different." Shivering a bit the last part, that was what they spent her life trying to avoid, people outside their immediate family knowing.
Clenching his fist together, Jake needed to step back, or they would end up fighting and one or both would end up in jail. "Now's not the time for this," indicating over his shoulder, "She's in there." Turning on his heels, he made his way back to her room because he knew that if Davy woke up, she'd be mighty upset that they were fighting.
Growling at the sight of his brother's back, John took a second to get himself in a good headspace, but one thing was certain, now was not the time, but he would find it soon. Taking another deep breath, he finally made his way towards her room, frowning at the sight of three strangers sitting around his baby girl. "Who are you people?" he growled.
Atlanna stood first, wanting to keep the testosterone in the room down to a minimal level. Extending her hand, "I'm Atlanna Curry," pointing to her husband, "my husband Tom," and placing a hand on her son's shoulder, "And this is Arthur."
John could feel his jaw twitching, so this was the Aquaman and family, "Well, thank you for sitting with her, but her family is with her now. You can leave."
Jake almost choked on the air that hit his lungs, "Johnny, she would want them here." Knowing that if she woke up, she would be looking for them, especially Arthur.
Arthur could feel his whole-body vibrating, he thought very little of her father, especially since the last bit of information he got from her was that he convinced her that she shouldn't have kids, but he had the balls to come here and tell him to leave her side. Snapping his eyes towards the uncle, pleased that he was standing up for them, it's not like he needed help, but he didn't want to upset her by fighting with her father.
"I love her," he said, not caring how weak he sounded, "So until she tells me to get out, I'm staying."
John turned on his heels, finding very angry golden eyes staring back at him, for a second, he was taken back by their color, he thought that only Davy had such eyes. Feeling his jaw tick, "While that's cute and all, she's being transferred to a hospital in L.A, they can do more for her there than this shithole."
Standing up quickly, Arthur found himself looking down at him, smirking a bit as he naturally took a step away from him, but at the end of the day he didn't have the authority to stop it. "Where she goes, I'll go. So, go ahead."
John went to open his mouth, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder, looking over at his brother, "You have no say in this, either. This is your fault." He growled out.
"You can blame me all you want, but she's a grown ass woman, who made choices on her own," reaching into his pocket he pulled out her insurance forms that the hospital printed out when she was first admitted. "She named me her medical proxy, so unless I allow it, you can't take her anywhere." Shoving the paper at his chest, "If you look at the date, she updated it on her 18th birthday, so you can sit down, shut up and sit with her, or you can get the fuck out. But you will not treat me or them like shit because you don't like the fact that she's making her own life choices."
Tom held his breath, he knew that she had issues with her dad, and from what he gathered it was because he was micromanaging her life, but seeing him now, it was far more complicated than she let on. Linking his arm with Atlanna's, knowing that as much as she wanted to argue and get involved, this was a matter for the brothers to solve on their own. However, with a quick glance over at his son, he was hanging on by a thread.
"Arthur, why don't you hold Davina's hand." Knowing that would be the only thing that would help keep this room from combusting.
Glaring at the man in question, Arthur was tempted to snatch him by his throat and walk him out of the hospital, but for now he listened to his pop. Sitting down, his hands immediately finding hers, leaning forward he gently kissed her knuckles.
John felt his eyes going from the medical proxy paperwork to the man that was holding his baby girl, both were upsetting on different levels. The more immediate one was that even as her dad, she gave all her medical decisions to Jake. Shaking his head, he tossed the paper at him, "Did you know?" he snapped out.
Nodding, "Yeah, she called me asking if it would be OK."
"Why didn't you tell me, I should have been informed." John couldn't believe it; he's been taking care of her since the moment she came into this world.
Shrugging, "Because she asked me not to, and she's an adult." Taking a seat in a chair, "Johnny, just sit down, be with her, and we'll worry about the why later." Hoping that he would, but with his baby brother, it was a 50/50 shot of if he was going to act a fool or not.
Weighing his options, John let himself sit near her, his eyes finding his brother, "This is not over." Leaning over to kiss her forehead, "Baby girl, you need to wake up."
Arthur couldn't even let himself relax, hating that he felt this way about her dad, but the man was a control freak and he'd be damned if he let him control any more of her life. Rubbing her knee, he let his mind think of anything other than that, right now all he wanted was for his love to wake up and tell him that she was OK.
Davy could hear everything going on around her, from the moment she felt the first prick of a needle in her arm. But while she could hear everything going on around her, it was like her brain was stuck in a fog and she wasn't able to wake herself. Mentally sighing, she didn't know how much time had passed, but with every word that she heard she was getting more desperate to wake up.
It was breaking her heart to hear Arthur, never in their time together had he sounded so unsure or broken and it was tearing her heart out. It was strange for her to hear him in such a way, and all she wanted to do was lift her hand onto his, or at the very least give his hand a squeeze. However, until she woke up from the fog that she was in, all she could do was listen to him, she just hoped that he knew how much she cared for him.
Her uncle, however, was sad, she could hear it when his voice cracked, but it was his words of pride that surprised her. While she knew that he was far different from her dad, but the fear of her family being ashamed that now all Amnesty knew what she was.
Feeling a kiss on her forehead, Davy wanted to smile or something to let whoever it was known that she was still in there. With every passing minute, Davy was getting more and more anxious, worried that whatever was kept in this limbo would be permanent. Fear was the one emotion that she wasn't going to let take over, at least for now, but if this lasted any longer, she might not be able to stop it.
She didn't know how long it was before a voice she didn't recognize, doing everything that she could to listen to what was being said. Davy felt like she was going crazy, she understood that there was no medical reason for her current predicament, but she wanted to scream because it was now a wait and see situation. So, instead of letting her brain go to the worst-case scenario, Davy started to think of anything that brought her some happiness.
Fishing off the small dock in front of her childhood home, the walks that she would take in the rain through the jungle, her first attempt to learning how to surf, and of course the time she spent with her family. Some of it was amazing, other memories weren't so much. As memories of her life played in her head, Davy couldn't help but notice a disturbing pattern, it seems like every time that she started to find a semblance of happiness her dad was right there, making sure she remembered the rules.
It was the same thing over and over, from as young as she could remember, don't show anyone Davina, you can't control yourself Davina, you're too dangerous Davina. It was like a record that was stuck on repeat, never once could she really recall him saying, while this is hard, we'll figure it out together or let's work on this, perhaps you can learn control. It seemed that all he wanted from her was to live in fear of herself, and perhaps it was the only way he knew how to protect her, but with having people around her not only emotionally supporting her but giving her the confidence to be herself, there was no way she could ever go back to that life.
Well, if she ever woke up from this fog. Inhaling deeply, she tried to make her fingers and toes move, but she couldn't tell if she had succeeded or not. Wanting to scream but being unable was a very annoying and frustrating thing. Attempting to move a finger again, Davy could feel some of the brain fog lifting, it wasn't much, but it seemed the more she forced her brain to do stuff, the clearer things around her became. If she could have yelled for joy, she probably would have startled the people around her, but hopefully soon she'd be able to open her eyes and see the people that she loved most.
Davy couldn't help but wonder if her uncle told Arthur what she said, she hoped that he did, because the idea of him sitting with her now not knowing how she felt was just unacceptable. Letting out a mental sigh for what seemed like the millionth time, Davy continued to try to move, but all too soon the sound of her dad's voice echoed in her room.
Fear and panic set in as she heard him threatening to take her away from her home, away from Arthur and his family. Pushing herself a little more, hoping that her uncle would be the medical proxy she hoped for because she'd be really pissed if he gave in while she was trying to wake up. But as she pushed herself to at least move a damn finger, hearing Arthur say it didn't matter when he took her, he'd be right there next to her, eased the pain that was growing in her chest.
More determined than ever, Davy continued to focus on her fingers and toes because she knew her dad well enough that he was calm for now and that wasn't going to last. While she wanted to focus on what was happening around her, if she didn't tune everything out, she would be stuck in this limbo forever.
Davy wasn't sure how long it she was working on moving, but soon she could feel her pointer finger twitching. Excitement filled her veins, focusing all her energy on the finger, Davy wanted to let whoever was holding her hand know that she was still here.
Using increments of 10, Davy counted and attempted to wiggle her finger, then counted back to 10, giving herself that time to rest. After a while, she started to get pissed at herself that all she could muster a mild wiggle and as she was going to give up the sound of Arthurs voice talking to her kept her moving.
Inhaling deeply, swore he could feel her finger twitching, letting his eye fall to where their hands were joined, he watched her, hoping that it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him. It felt like a lifetime before he saw the finger twitch, but soon he could see and feel her finger moving.
"Davina, I'm here, we are all here with you. Come back to us, come back to me. I love you." Lifting his other hand to her face, Arthur gently tucked some hair behind her ear.
"Baby, I'm here." Leaning forward Arthur, "Do it again baby, move your finger. Let me know you're in there." Not caring that everyone was now staring at him.
Jake couldn't help but wipe his eyes, "Brat, we are all waiting for you. Push through." For the first time since she coughed up that water, he had hope.
Atlanna gripped Tom's hands a little harder, "Come on my sweet girl, we are all here for you."
Holding onto his wife, Tom kissed her temple, his eyes turning back towards Davy. "Come on kiddo." Hoping, more than anything, that she knew how much they loved her.
John could feel the veins in his forehead starting to throb, these people were acting as though they were her family. Leaning back in the chair he watched as these people, including his brother fawned over her. No one seemed to have a clue how dangerous she was, and how she exposed their family because she just had to run off and play hero. Rubbing his beard, John couldn't help but be angry that after all those years of careful planning, she seemed to have just thrown it out the window for a man who was nothing more than pretty wrapping.
Feeling his jaw starting to twitch, John did what he could to calm himself but with each passing minute it was getting much harder to do. Leaning further into his chair, John let his eyes close, for now there was nothing that he could do, but when she was awake and lucid, he'd convince her it was time to come back home and get away from these people. If it wasn't for them, she'd be safe and following their carefully cultivated plan.
Sparing a glance to his left, Jake could see that his baby brother was beyond pissed, just by his body language he could see that he was fighting to maintain control. In that moment, he came to the sudden realization that he was more upset that Davy broke his rules than about her health. It was strange for him to see this side of his brother, for years he thought of him as nothing more than a doting dad, just concerned about keeping her safe, but it was clear now that it wasn't about her it was always about him.
He didn't want anyone to know who she was, he didn't want her to explore herself, and he didn't want her to have kids. Never once could he recall him ever saying what Davy felt, needed or even wanted. Biting his inner cheek, Jake knew at this exact moment it wasn't good for anyone if they got into a fight verbal or otherwise, but he'd be damned if he let his baby brother bully his niece any longer.
Davy could feel her body starting to wake up a little more, feeling someone squeeze her hand, she was more than pleased that she was able to return it. Arthur, it was his joy and words that kept her pushing herself a little more and now that she was able to move her hand a little more freely, it was time to get her fucking eyes open.
Using the same counting method that she did with her finger and hand; Davy began the tedious process of getting her eyelids to function. While it wasn't instant, Davy could feel them starting to flutter, and ever so often a little bit of the light from the room filtered in.
After what had seemed like forever, Davy was finally able to get them open, flinching a bit at the light above her, she turned her head to keep it from blinding her. "Bright." She mumbled.
Snapping his eyes up towards her face, Arthur could feel tears running down his face, for the first time in hours he could finally see her golden eyes looking back at him. "Davina."
"I… love… you… too…" she whispered out. Moving her hand to her throat, not understanding why it felt so raw. "Ow."
Atlanna stood and leaned over kissing her forehead, "Oh my sweet girl, it is good to see your eyes again." Looking over at Tom, who was busy wiping his face, she couldn't help but smile, she was awake and seemed alert.
Jake stood at the foot of her bed smirking a bit as she focused on him, "Brat, you aged me another 20 years." Coughing out some of the emotion in his voice, he could see the amusement in her eyes, pointing to his throat, "You drank half the ocean, so it might be sore for a bit." Chuckling when she just shrugged.
Davy gripped Arthur's hand a bit tighter as her eyes settled on her dad, she knew just by the look on his face that he was livid.
Staring down at her, John just shook his head, "You were reckless Davina." Not taking his eyes off hers, "You not only put yourself in danger, but you could have lost control and did more damage than that missile." Furious that he had to explain this to her again.
Davy watched in what appeared to be slow motion, Arthur, her uncle, Atlanna and even Tom move to block her from his words, and while she was thankful that she had people she wasn't a scared little girl anymore.
Clearing her throat, "You have no idea what you are talking about." She rasped out.
Arthur moved to stand in front of him, his eyes looking down at the man that he was tempted to throw out the window. "Don't." Was all he said.
John stepped a little closer, "I'm her father."
Inhaling Davy shook head, "Arthur, don't." Frowning at the sight of her dad's smirk, "You are my dad, but that doesn't give you the right to talk to me or anyone like that." Turning her eyes towards Atlanna, thankful that she seemed to understand that she wanted to sit up.
Jake watched as Davy adjusted her position, realizing that the first thing that happened when she woke up was her dad being an ass, instead of medical professionals giving her an exam. Glancing around the room, he could see that tensions were running high, "I'm going to get the doc." Turning towards his brother, "You need to calm down and shut up or get the hell out." Moving past him, he made his way out of the room, hoping to flag down a doctor.
Dr. Williams smiled down at her patient, "Everything is checking out normal." Taking her temperature, frowning when she saw it was 103, "You seem to have a fever." Sighing a bit, "It's 103.6, I'm a little worried that it jumped so much in the hour that you've been alert."
Davy gave her a small smile, "That's my normal temperature." Adjusting herself on the bed, she could see the disbelief in her eyes, but thankfully that passed quickly. "I don't mean to be pushy, but can I go home? As grateful as I am for you saving my life, I'd feel more comfortable at home." Not that she regretted anything, but she was feeling really exposed and now that she was awake, Davy could see the other nurses wanting to come in.
If any other patient would have requested that, Tori would automatically have said no and try to convince them to stay for observation for the night, but with a very limited knowledge of her biology. Reaching into her pocket, Tori pulled out her card and quickly wrote her cell number on it. "The doctor in me doesn't think this is a good idea, but we are very limited with knowing what is normal or not for you." Placing it in her hand, "You will call me if something for you doesn't seem or feel normal, understand?"
"I swear, I will call you." Handing the card to Arthur, "Thank you Dr. Williams."
Chuckling a bit, "Tori, you can call me Tori." Glancing around at everyone in the room, everyone except her father seemed happy. Not sure what the hell was going on there, but that wasn't her field of expertise, but it was very concerning, and she made the choice right there that she would call and check on her.
Turning on her heels, Tori headed back out to the floor, but she stopped just at the doorway, "Oh, and if no one else in this town said it, thank you for saving our lives." With a final nod, she headed towards the nurse's station to get her discharge papers going.
John growled as he watched Arthur carry her into her room and shut the fucking door. Feeling his eyelid starting to twitch knowing that he would be in her room, instead of at his place. Exhaling slowly, there wasn't much he could do about it at this moment, but he'd be damn sure to take care of this bullshit in the morning.
Picking up his duffle bag, he turned towards the guest bedroom, but he could feel his brother watching him. "Why are you still here? You have your own place." He snapped.
Squinting his eyes at his baby brother, he knew that he was going to be up to something, "Just wanting to stay close, you know in case she needed something." Seeing that the front door was locked, Jack walked past his brother heading towards the other rooms in the house, smirking as he caught Johnny resisting the urge to scream. Shutting the door to the bedroom, Jake promised himself that while he couldn't live here with her, he'd be around as much as she would allow, if only to keep his baby brother from bullying her into compliance.
Falling onto the bed, John stared up at the ceiling, how could everything go so wrong in such a short amount of time? It was a question that he kept asking himself over and over. Huffing as he rolled to his side, he pulled the pillow into his arms, he'd have to bide his time with this one, he wasn't like William at all.
Across the house, Arthur watched as she slowly brushed her hair, "Do you want help?" he asked her.
"No," placing the brush down, she could see that he was watching her, worried that she may be over doing it. Making her way towards the bed, Davy wrapped her arms around his neck, placing a soft kiss on his lips, "I know you're worried about me, but I do feel normal, as normal I always felt."
Wrapping his arms around her body, Arthur lifted her and rolled until they were lying next to each other on the bed, his eyes staring into hers. Leaning his forehead on hers, he breathed her in, enjoying how her citrus scent swirled around him. "Never in my life had I been so scared," rolling until she was laying across his chest, his arms holding her a little tighter to his body. "I am so fucking proud of you, but god damn it, don't you ever scare me like that again."
Letting his fingers slide up into the hair, Arthur allowed the stress of the fight and almost losing her finally melt away. Turning his head ever so slightly, Arthur placed a kiss on her temples, smirking when he felt her snuggle deeper into his chest. It was a perfect moment for them, but he could feel her tears starting to soak through his shirt, tilting his head towards hers, he used his thumb to wipe her cheeks. "What's wrong baby?"
"While I wasn't looking to be a hero, it has been nice to hear that people appreciated it." Pausing to keep herself from completely falling apart, "But my own dad, he's more upset that people know about me than the fact that I'm alive." Wiping away the tears that were steadily falling down her face, "I didn't expect him to be happy about it, but I hoped that he would have just been thankful I was alive."
That was what was bothering her more than anything, she could deal with mad, but instead of asking her how she was feeling or doing, he went straight into you're just too fucking dangerous. Hearing him while she was still trying to wake up and when she finally got her eyes open, not once in that time did, he even ask if she was going to be OK or how the hell she was feeling.
Arthur had to resist the urge to growl, just the thought of how that man spoke to them and her when he was in the hospital made him furious. The only reason that he didn't toss him out the fucking window was because he wasn't sure if she would have appreciated that or not. Using his hand, Arthur lifted her face slightly, desperate to look into her eyes, "I don't know what the fuck his problem is, but I won't let him bully you or belittle you." That was probably the most important thing, he would never let anyone diminish her worth.
Davy let herself lean into his hand, never in her life had anyone made feel so beautiful or cared for. "I love you." Her voice soft.
Leaning forward, Arthur placed a kiss on her lips, "I love you too." Letting his head fall back onto the pillows, "Rest baby, your body needs it."
Closing her eyes, Davy let herself settle in for the night, while there were a lot of unanswered questions with her dad, for now, she was going to enjoy being in Arthur's arms.
Glancing down at the woman on his chest, he couldn't help but smile as he felt her body relax, using his fingertips, he gently moved the hair that fell over her eyes. He loved her more than his own life, and he would give it to keep her safe. Perhaps it was from the stress of the day or the panic he felt when he thought she was dead, but it didn't take long for his body to shut down and find sleep.
Deep in the heart of the ocean, Mera watched as her husband paraded through her father's castle it was clear that he was happy with his new life. She couldn't help but shiver at the thought of how he was talking about starting their little family. She'd kill herself before she allowed that man to get her pregnant, for now she wasn't worried about it, as long as she kept eating the algae, it was almost impossible.
Smoothing down her dress, her eyes turned towards what would be the surface, missing the ability to walk in the sun, but her mother stole her gifts from her, as punishment for embarrassing the family. However, with each passing week, their relationship slowly mended, not enough for her to get her powers back but at least she didn't look at her with disgust.
Her father, however, would only speak to her if someone else was in the room, either her mother, or one of the council members, but never alone. It was probably the hardest thing to learn to adjust to, she was once the pride of his heart, now she was barely someone he would acknowledge. Sighing, Mera regretting a lot of things, mostly just being so stupid, but she would never forgive Arthur for being so cold about it, everyone makes mistakes, he should have forgiven her.
Clenching her fist, somehow, someway she would figure a way to the surface and repay him for his 'kindness'. While she knew she couldn't fight him nor would her husband or anyone under the sea threaten him, she would do something to his life to show him that she never forgiven him.
Shaking her head clear, Mera made her way towards her room, figuring that her husband would take a few hours with her father as he learned his new role as a captain of the guard.
Marina watched her daughter head back towards her room, frowning at the sight of her. Glancing over towards one of the guards, knowing that he hated her just as much as most of the kingdom, "I do not trust her." She muttered to him.
"Nor do I, your majesty." Something in the way she looked at the people around her, it was as though she was plotting something, against whom he was not sure.
Knowing that she was needed in the great hall with the King of the Sea and her husband, she placed her hand on his shoulder, "Watch her, report to me directly." Leaning in just a bit, "If she makes a move against our kingdom, or worse Altanna and her family you do what is necessary to prevent that war." Turning on her heels, Marnina headed towards the meeting, hoping that she was wrong but as she watched her daughter over the last few months, she was becoming less optimistic.
Kano watched as his queen shut the door to the great hall, sighing, his eyes turning towards the hallway Mera walked through, excited at the prospect of her stepping out of line again. Gripping the hilt of his sword, he would relish the opportunity to kill her, especially after she embarrassed his king and queen. However, only time would tell if she was that stupid to do anything that would cause her death, but one could hope.