Radix murdering the child of the Fallen and their alpha, had been something the knights had blissfully refused to consider up to that point.
Sebastian had offered to protect the child, to keep it at WaterRose and safely from Radix. But Deragan’s response had dashed that meager idea.
“And have me explain to him how I could not protect his mother, and now he must go on without one? As I go on without her?” He’d shaken his head. “No, my brothers, I cannot.”
They’d all looked at him sorrowfully.
“And what if said child, were not born immortal as we are, but doomed to die as my Fallen always does? It would be my worst fear, even worse than losing my mate, to outlive my child and then wonder if they might return, and as whom? As whose child, that I would not get to raise?”
A dreadful thought.
“You see, I can barely survive the loss of her… How could I do that?”
It was easy to see Deragan’s point.
They’d all acknowled
Sebastian saw at first a glimpse of booted feet shuffling over stone. And chained hands around thick, dark arms. Covered in muddy filth. He lifted his head and saw the bars of a wall dungeon cell before him. He was in some kind of cave that smelled of the foulest things. Surrounded by cimmerii which scuttled the floors. Fires burned further down the corridor and made the whole cave stifling. Nearly unbearable from the heat and smoke. “Here’s your food, warlord.” An ugly firoque man with decaying skin and rotting fingers. He pushed a wood platter under the bottom of the bars. It splattered muck onto the floor. “I don’t want it.” The voice came from the person Sebastian was within, but he recognized it. Chavias. Chavias was watching Radix speaking to a few firoque. “I’ve sensed her for months, she’s in Ardae.” “We’ve searched the whole continent, my lord!” A firoque woman complained. “There is no creature like that.” “She has da
RHYERS Rhyers was in WaterRose’s library, patiently waiting for Sebastian to come down. As he often did. He sat quietly in the blue chair awaiting Sebastian, knowing he always wandered down when he was good and healed. Rhyers had leisurely picked up the book Elsabet had left set open on the counter. He’d picked up reading where she had left off. He was surprised to find it was plump with old-world tales. Some of the characters were very similar to the Forever Knights. Which he found intriguing. It was obvious she was trying to learn more about them. And the books stacked next to that one reflected a deep interest in history, and philosophy. Books that no average individual would’ve picked up. These books indicated she was a woman of deep intelligence. Something Rhyers had suspected it, but found it hard to discern, behind the layers of her rage. He nearly tossed the book when he saw her stalking through the doorway. He
SEBASTIAN It had been nearly a fortnight since that bleak evening in the nursery. Since then, he’d tried everything to show his sorrow in the decision. Hoping that if they could come to some form of peace, then he’d have a chance to explain it to her. This silence is unbearable. Sebastian could admit he was awash with self-loathing as he walked into the Dining Hall tonight. The high ceilings dangled with dark, unlit chandeliers. The fireplace was going because he insisted on keeping every room lit for her. But it offered meager light. As if her very mood, seemed to stem it from blooming throughout the room. Leaving a cold feel to the air, that even Sebastian could perceive. He saw her sitting at the table, lifting spoonfuls of porridge to her mouth and quietly sipping them. An open book was laid out on the table before her. He’d heard her eating breakfast, and had come in from the library, in the hope of being
It was a fine art, drawing with a quill. But after so many centuries, Sebastian had mastered it. Eventually, he tilted his head to inspect his finished work. Only when he was satisfied that it was a true depiction, did he turn to the next page. And then the words flowed. Dipping the quill over and over. He scribbled tormented thoughts in the light of a tiny candle. Though he didn’t truly need it, it offered some comfort in the darkness. His guilt eased in increments with each confessing page. He purged pain and longing, as best as he could. Filling the pages with his need for closeness with Elsabet. And his desire to hold her. He articulated his dream of a day when he could reach for her and know she’d turn into his touch, rather than him risking the likelihood of rejection if he reached for her. All the complexities of this life with her was, ironically, wearing him down. Whereas she still stood fast. Like a boulder in the tides
Calisto sat with Elsabet on the edge of that bed, feeling the moment fading away. She knew she wouldn’t have much time with Elsabet. That brief surge of energy that the valkyrie had given her was going to abate until she wouldn’t be able to appear at all. “Why are you so angry with him?” Calisto asked sorrowfully. Thinking of the words. Bast had written earlier. “I hate him.” Elsabet corrected tonelessly. But Calisto knew better. “Do you really think he’s so bad?” “I hate that I can’t stop thinking about him.” She choked on a sob. “He makes me feel things I worked hard to kill long ago.” “You feel for him, when you don’t want to feel anything.” Calisto said sympathetically. Recalling a time when a man had made her feel that way. “Yes…” Elsabet admitted. “He makes me…crazy.” “Crazy.” Calisto laughed. “That’s certainly one description for it, isn’t it?” “Mmm.” Elsabet agreed sadly. “That’s what love does to us.” C
Calisto offered a fond smile and tilted her head. “And then you fell in love.” Calisto shrugged playfully as she gazed at Elsabet. “You couldn’t have helped it. And why not, for that matter?” “But it’s with the most impossible man!” She slammed her fist to her thigh in frustration. “I know.” Calisto said, softening her voice. She was faintly surprised that Elsabet didn’t bother arguing the point. Sensing that saying anything further would just fuel the aggravation Elsabet tried to assimilate against Bast. Calisto would be no part of that. After a long silence Elsabet asked the oddest question. “Did he win?” “Win?” “Bast. The swim races?” “He sometimes won.” Calisto frowned. She remembered propelling herself through the water like an engine. Often cheating and using her magic to make the water carry her along. Still Bast, ever a strong swimmer, often reached the island first. “I don’t know how…” She confided. “He
Reaching down, Elsabet yanked the pendant loose from his hands.Sebastian's torn shoulders and arms offered little resistance.It was as the sun was cresting the ridge that she released her grip on him. Watching him fall.For just a moment, she wished she could take it back. He was courageous. Admirable in his fearlessness.A shame.Even in his shredded shirt with gold hair tousled, he'd been wildly handsome.She watched his strange expression as he looked up at her, dropping limply in a deadfall toward the trees far below.Totally calm...He was...peaceful.Bafflement marked her face. Making him fight the smile pulling at his lips.He gave her a chiding look. Angry at her choice.Or perhaps disappointed. Elsabet started to turn in flight, reluctant to see his human body crushed in the trees.Turning back from the body of water, she headed back toward LandingTown.As she turned something scintillating caught her eye. She glanced down and watched flashes of vibrant gold erupting from whe
*****Note from the Author:This is a very slow burn book. Spanning many decades as it interweaves with other books such as King of the Seditious and The Barbarian's Pleasure (you don't have to read those to understand this one ).This is the story of Sebastian and his valkyrie.*****1580 - A Cottage in Inner Forestway, Mane Country"Sebastian" The woman breathed as she opened her cottage door and bid him enter. That husky seductive note already tingeing her voice.As she has countless times before."Moira." He greeted stomping off his boots before entering the sparse cottage."I've missed you." She cooed. Stroking the Ample tops of her small, pert breasts."I know.""My lover has returned from his estate. He's really quite possessive." She threw shining brown hair over her shoulder, proudly."I care not a whit for possessive lovers." He shrugged."Do you care for me?" She pounced on the opportunity to ask the question.Despite that she already knows.He leaned back his head, gold eye