"Where is the child?!" Male voice was shouting, and face twisted with anger of a man who was looking at a couple, down on the floor. Man was wearing grim expression but woman was quiet. She was too pale and skin was glistening from prespiration, but not from exhaustion. It was due to giving birth not too long ago, maybe just a few hours before intruders barged in and started the invasion.
"Do you really think that I will tell you where my heir is?" Man answered with a question, spite flaming in his eyes. "Are you that much insane, to think I would just let you find my child so you can kill it? Child is safe, and no matter what you do, you can not get your hands on it." The look in his eyes earned him a hard hit in the face from the intruder.
"Have it your way then. Even without killing your child, all this is mine." Man said. "It is all mine, Andreas."
"Not for long, Sable. My heir will return someday, and you will have to return all you took by force. For the bloodline of child is maybe not purest, but it is stringer than others." Woman said in low tone, forcing her voice to speak, but she was in so much pain it was barely barable.
"You refused me, witch. I loved you, Thariel, but you chose him instead. Now I got my revenge." Man was now calm and confident, almost self satisfied with himself and what was going on.
"I curse you. You will never have peace while you live. All that you have done wrong will haunt you. All that you are, will turn rotten and putrid. And my child will be there somewhere, gnawing your corner of mind, reminding you over and over again what you did and what will wait on you at the end. My blood on your hands, but your life ended by my blood." She caughed blood and stilled unnaturaly.
"No, my love!" Andreas, who was beside her on the floor the whole time, realized she died.
" Time for you to die too." Sable said and used his wepon to end he life of his enemy like snuffed candle.
"Damned his personality that makes him so isolated even when he is surrounded by many. Just look at him, Dalara. Our son is just looking them with an perfect expression of joy, but behind that smile in his eyes I see that he is bored. And maybe despising all of them." He was upset and he showed it by walking dawn in same line for almost one hour now.
"You were not that different in your youth, husband." Dalara looked at him, partialy annoyed by the manner he was expressing his unrest. "And maybe it is our fault to begin with, for pressing him to choose. I personally would hate to feel pressured about something of this magnitude of importance. And so what if he wants it that way, maybe it was not meant to be." She said and then continued to read her book.
"He has to, even if he does not like it. Damn it, wife, even I do not like it, but there has been rumor that he is cursed not to find a mate." He sad, stopping his pace.
"WHAT?!" She raised her voice and stood up immediatly. "Who dared to say such rubbish?! My son is not cursed, and damn well he did, for not choosing mate foolishly, if they dared to say such travesty. I personally will not approve anyone who dared to think he is cursed." She was mad.
"Yes, my wife. Even though he is not our birthchild, he is our son, and I agree with you. But we have to do something. He, so far did not show interest in anyone, be it woman or a man, and our time though is long, it will pass." He sighed.
"So you do plan on retire from all and leave him to lead?" She asked concerned.
"I am too old to put up with new generations, and he could unite them together." He said and then thought of something. " Even those who are almost hated for being weak in our society, like those few children that live in his house."
"You mean of odd ones that Nathaniel kept and protected?" She was stunned. "Why do you mention that?"
"Even they pay respect to our son, though they are hated in the process."
"Well, true. I admit I am not fond of the treatment those children get. Casted out by parents who did not want the child with weak blood. But there was noting we could do. Nathaniel took them because he could not father a child." She was a bit sad, remembering Nathaniel.
"He told you why he did that?"
"We never talked about it." She admitted.
"Well, whatever made him to take them in, others still make them feel bad. I am not happy about it also. Nathaniel was my dear friend and I do not like feeling iI am getting when I do nothing for those he cared about."
"You do know it is not our fault. It is that damned tradition I want to break." She sighed again. "But we strayed from the topic. What do you think we shoud do?"
"For start, plead him to come on gathering. Even though he complied to it quite submisive last four times. You never know when he will change his fickle mind." He said and sighed.
"I wonder where he got it from?" She smiled to her husband.
"Yes... Well, invite Nathaniels kids also." He said leaving her surprised. They did attend the gathering when Nathaniel was alive, but since he was gone...
"Are you sure it is wise?" She was worried. "When he was alive his presence alone was enough to protect them, but it will be different this time. They will be exposed to the malice of other members of clan, and I do not want to see his children being embarassed by anyone."
"Am I the King or what?!" He sounded grouchy and she had to smile. He was serious about not letting anything to happen to children of Nathaniel.
