When Ignatia realised that she was now able to move her body again, the sun had set. She knew that the door was locked meaning that any plans of escape where thin especially when she had no weapons of her own with her and had no idea what the guards who had taken them from her had done with them. Someone had come in and changed while she had been unable to move into a night gown so that she can rest if he so desired to.



Ignatia sat still as she heard the sound of movement from outside. Fearing that it was the king come to kill her, she braced herself for combat as the door slowly swung open. Her gaze softened to see Kalian walk into the room, “who are you? You do not seem of elven blood” Kalian did not answer. She had been watching her since she arrived in the palace and curiosity had taken hold over her since she had not seen a human in her life or at least not as far as she could remember.



She answered her with some worry in her voice “my name is...Kalian and I am human as I am always teased by people for. You are the first human I have ever seen in my life lady...” Ignatia stood from her bed and walked over to her “my name is Ignatia, it is a pleasure to meet you. Forgive me for asking but haven't we meet before... I swear that I have seen you before this and if there is no humans on this land how come you were born human?”



For a moment there was silence as the two looked at each other noticing that they shared the exact same eye colour. Kalian answered her looking confused for she was unsure what she would think of her “I am unsure, I have been raised by Lucia, the kings lover. I owe her everything for raising me but I have wondered the same thing myself for years. I will have to take my leave of you for I have own business but I shall leave the key in the door for you. If you have any intentions of escape then I would advise against it for are men are highly trained” she walked out of the room, leaving her alone.

Slowly Ignatia followed her towards the door. A hope she had wished to speak with Rilien as she wanted to know why he did not tell her who he was.



Meanwhile as Ignatia and Kalian spoke, Naruon stood worried in the chambers of Tariel. He had a plan to propose marriage to Lucia and he wanted to impress her so he had decided to ask Tariel for her advice. “you wish to impress her with your poetry? We both know that your poetry is as good as the blade of a sword being used to break marble” he glared at her back. She was training her body on a training dummy “I know that but I worry that she will laugh at my singing.”

Tariel giggled slightly. Though Naruon had been always been shy about the fact that he could sing due to his mother discovering her son singing in his chambers and thus she trained him to perfect his singing ability. Tariel spun to look at her seeing how tense his body was “you will not charm her with you acting tense my king, come lie down and I will give something that will make you relax, come” he obeyed her command.



He cautiously removed his robes before lying upon a table with only a white strode to wear. Naruon felt her hands run across his back, it was soothing to him. She talked to him as she worked “listen to me you will be fine my king. I have not seen you this afraid of anyone since you asked me on my date when you were barely called a man” Naruon chuckled “yes...and to think that I ended up lying on the surface of the lake after you accidently pushed me in.” she laughed as she rubbed the old the scar that he had been given by the mad king. Though it was well concealed by his white skin but when splatter by redness of the skin or any other colour it maybe seen as a long spiked curve which snaked his way across his right side until it ended just before his hip. She removed her hands allowing Naruon to stand and move to redress in his robes.

As she averted her gaze she reflected upon her memories she had of her long past which she had always been in the inner circle of the affairs of the realm. Though the loss of her brother had always weighed heavily on her mind being that he had been one of the few bodies they had found in the search of the ship that had been distended to travel to Fallean but never made it there.



When Naruon finished getting dressed he smiled at his body guard. She returned his smile for she could tell that she had managed to calm the mind of her king. “I see that you are cleared your mind and are relaxed but you should not worry yourself though you have had a most auspicious day my king” he gave her a nod as answer. He had told Tariel many a time and commanded at her times to call him by his first name as she bid before he became the king.

Naruon started to walk out of the room but paused as Tariel spoke quietly to him “if you want my opinion, Lucia will make a strong queen for our people along with that of our original race which we were born to of which her sister is still one of the wood elves. I will serve her and any children you may have together” he looked over his shoulder with small smile “I am glad of that my friend” he walked out of the room, leaving Tariel on her own in her chambers.



Ignatia moved as silently as she could as she entered into the chambers next to hers that was reserved the royal healer. Her fear was that even at this hour that the healer would be awake still which to her fear, she was awake. When she spoke, there was no anger in words but rather surprise “though I maybe of elven blood but my sight serves me well to see that you have come to see old Alya. What brings you to us” she stopped looking upon the slumbering form of Rilien.

From his appearance he seemed to be fully healed and now she could see how once his warrior physic would have made him imposing to behold but years of torture had stripped of that along with little to no food to eat. He had told her many things about his imprisonment on there journey to Elevnia some of which made he skin crawl and filled her mind with intense horrifying images.



Taking a breath to calm her voice for if she spoke she knew it would come shaky “I have come to see if Rilien is fine for I am concerned for his health after what has happened during his imprisonment in Fallean and we have been travelling along side each other for several months” before she could finished she was silenced by a strange sound coming from Alya. With embarrassment she noticed that the elf was giggling at her making Ignatia checks turn red with her own embarrassment.



She covered her mouth with a hand trying to hide her amusement at Ignatia’s reaction. Alya looked at her “do not think that I am being of mean spirit towards you for I am not. He spoke of you, told me who you were, my lady Ignatia” noticing that she looked worried she continued to say to Ignatia “do not fear yourself my lady I have not told another soul but your words of that you told the king did not point you as his only heir for once Aragon had a child but died during birth along with the mother. He may have forgotten that fact but soon he will now of your true identity. I see how you blush so, does your heart grow faint with love at the sight of Rilien” Ignatia looked away before saying in a whisper “you see much Alya for Rilien is handsome like all the elves that I have had seen which are gifted with beauty.”

Alya managed stop giggling but a smile was still on her lips. She had known for years of the romance that had existed between Naruon and Lucia by just how the two looked and the tone that they spoke to each other in. “Rilien is more highly skilled in magic than his brother Naruon and he would have ruled the realm if not for his mission to travel to Fallean. If it pleases you I think that I think he has some feelings towards you as the crew of the ship that brought you here wished to do horrible things upon you. He fought them every day and night to stop them from doing such things hiding his wounds from you by using small amounts of health potions to hide them for the most part from your attention but he jumped of the ship when all the crew turned him with spears and knifes thus following you here” Ignatia fell silent her mind filled with more sympathy and now respect for Rilien.



As Ignatia was about to leave, deciding that she would stay at least for now but she stopped as she remembered something that she needed to tell Naruon. Looking back at Alya she quickly spoke to her “please tell the king that in an abandoned village near the long unused port has werewolves dwelling there. I have no idea of why they are here but they did attack Rilien” she bashed off not seeing Alya checking the sleeping Rilien for she swore that his eyes had opened but they now tightly closed.

They had heard rumours of these fowl creatures upon there lands but the court was yet to muster a force to hunt the werewolves down. If they were starting to attack there people then soon they would have to deal with them before they slew anyone. Alya sat still for a moment, how could she have known that for unless she knew he had followed her. Wondering if Ignatia had any magical abilities of her own or if she had witnessed this herself.



With Ignatia back in her chambers and Alya still watching over Rilien. Naruon was shaking before the woman he loved who sat behind him looking surprised by his recent actions towards her. She smiled at him “I have not seen you being this close romantic towards me in this manner. What are you planning my king?” he did not answer sitting with his hands tightly folded over a small black box in his lap. He had taken great expense to make sure that no one knew that he had this in his person.



Very slowly he placed the box on the table before them both. He took a beep breath to see the look of surprise and excitement at it’s appearance on the table. It was washed over with candle light from the two candles before them. When he spoke he layered his voice with charm and pleasantness “Lucia my dear dark flower, we have been together for many a year and... I love you and...” he fell silent as nerves consumed him again. Lucia smiled at him wondering if he could blush or if she could tell with his pale white skin.



She held the box and started to open it when Naruon quickly said “will you take my hand in marriage to become my queen?” her eyes lit up with delight as she saw the boxes contents. Her smile grew on her face with all the feelings of love, happiness and surprise for she did not think that he was about to do this in such for a manner. Lucia had expected him to propose to her in plate armour and without any romantic motions but her she was pleased with his efforts at least for the moment.



The ring was placed white silk, padded with pale blue which was almost white velvet. It was made out of pure gold band with glowing crystal which was the colour of moonlight. Hands shaking she slipped it on her ring finger while saying “Naruon...it’s beautiful” tears started to form in her eyes.



A smile was now shared on both there lips though Naruon felt more nervous than filled with happiness that Lucia had. Suddenly she flung her arms around him making him blush as she whispered into his ear “I will marry you Naruon” he kissed on the neck with relief for he had thought she refused him but he was glad that she had accepted.



Later he awoke from his bed with little memory of what happened though he remembered dancing which he was not good at. His blurry eyes focused on a something that was on the table decide him. A smile was on his lips for he noticed that it was a vase of crimson roses which was both his favourite colour but his favourite flower.

The small card attached it was addressed to him by Lucia’s elegant hand writing. It read: To Naruon, since we meet as a small children we have been connected by fate but though we may have not seen eye to eye in the past. I am glad that we are together in our love for each other, I am happy to be called your bride. Yours always my king, Lucia xxxx.

Naruon cast of the bed coverings placing his feet upon the cold wooden floor walking from his bed to the window.



Through the stained glass window he could look down upon the grounds of his. He suddenly noticed movement on the ground below his window, from the clothes it wore and the blonde hair he knew it was Kalian. Then a voice spoke came from behind him saying to him “I see that you have noticed of our human friend night time quests” Naruon did not turn to face her watching Kalian leaving his palace.

His mind was thinking of treachery from Kalian’s actions for unless she was hunting, Lucia would not let her leave her place of living unless she knew of it. Many a night though he did not know of any life outside his chambers at night as slumber usually came to him quickly but Tariel spent most of night looking for anything wishing to kill her king.



With his mind filled with suspension of Kalian’s night adventure to somewhere unknown and for unknown motives. He looked over his shoulder at his bodyguard “I have task for you, Tariel as this is of most import. Follow kalian to where she is destined to go and discover what she is up to. Do not tell anyone else of your mission for my bride will be enraged with me if she knew what we were up to” a slight smile was on Tariel’s lips.

She was pleased that he had been able to have Lucia as a bride for him though she had once had the idea of herself in the role of the queen by his side. He could not betray her for she knew more of the in working of the kingdom than another member of his court. Tariel gave him a small bow “yes my king though I must as if she meeting someone what shall I do to any accomplices?” Naruon faced the window once more knowing that Kalian would have left by now. He spoke with hiss his answer “I desire you bring me any of them alive and harmed if it is needed to do so. Make sure that you present them to me when no one else is around for I guess that may cause problems with our human friend. They will be sent to the tower of eclipse.”

After the war and the destruction of the black temple, the tower had been abandoned by the mages who had once called it home. Now it was dungeon designed for the most powerful creatures and magic users to be held in. Torture was common to many of prisoners that dwelled there and the mages that lived there now used there powers to inflict pain on the prisoners. No one had ever escaped there since it became a dungeon.

Tariel straightened saying to Naruon “as you will and it shall be done Naruon” she then vanished, with her intentions and mind set upon her orders from Naruon. He stood there for a moment before slipping back into bed with the sent of the roses sending into pleasant dreams.