Enchantments

Chapter Thirteen

The sounds of the girls fighting continued, but Callon kept starring at Zarina as she walked off.

He didn't understand her, yesterday she dragged out the event, today she couldn't leave fast enough. He was sure she let herself get taken out.

His head was still pounding severely from the night he and Iston had had. After Zarina embarrassed him, he had dragged his Chamberlain off to a bar in town.

They had continued downing shots, till the devil herself had walked in. She was everywhere, and it drove him insane.

She didn't even seem to notice he was there and had continued drinking away, and dancing with all the Fae and Elves.

If she didn't mind him, then he wouldn't mind her, so he and Iston continued drinking, and didn't stop. Iston had barely looked over at Zarina. If he had known she was there he would have dragged Callon away.

Iston kept screaming out as one after the other the Maiden's dropped.

Callon occasionally would look into the crowd, not surprised that Nessa barely seemed to break a sweat, and dodged every shot. He'd probably dance with her first tonight, at least this dance didn't require talking, otherwise, it would feel awkward again.

Callon looked up towards the mountains, wondering why the undead would head up that way. He would need to go and investigate.

Once this event was over, he would get on his beast and take a quick flight that way.

It wouldn't take him long. He would be back before the dance tonight.

****

Thaddeus was still wondering how he could punish the bastard who called his sister a Half-Breed.

These Dalustrian Lords thought themselves better than her. If she could, she'd have them all bowing down to her, and she wouldn't have to blink.

"Nessa is the Victor!" Iston shouted out with enthusiasm.

Thaddeus looked up to see Nessa bow her head at the King in a respectful manner.

Of course, she would win. Zarina was her only competition, and She had felt far too ill to participate. Which relived Thaddeus, he didn't want his sister to be the first dance, that was when all eyes would be on the King. Preferably Zarina would be last, once all the guests were getting tired, and wanted to leave.

The King got up and left the arena, making his way towards the castle. He hadn't looked well either, probably also hungover.

He and his Chamberlain were known to enjoy their ambrosia.

The crowd began to disperse and Thaddeus's eyes fell on the Merman who had called his sister out.

"We could tie him up and beat him."

Thaddeus's head turned to see Nessa standing next to him. When had she gotten so close?

"What?" was all he managed to get out, trying to suppress his smile.

Nessa's pale eyes looked up at him. "The asshole who called your sister a Half-Breed." She said gesturing over to the merman. "Deserves a decent warning if you ask me."

Thaddeus felt his lips curve up; this woman was going to drive him over the edge.

"Would not be wise," Thaddeus said shaking his head and looking back at the Merman who was chatting away to some other Ambassadors.

"I won't tell if you won't." She said in the most seductive tone that caused the hair at the back of his neck to stand up.

He just smiled and shook his head, maybe he'd take her, just taste her and then let the king have her. She was a special type of specimen.

***

Callon flew over the town, towards the mountain.

His Griffin was a sight to behold, its feathers were light pastel green, tipped with gold. His wings were large and beautiful. Barely needing to move them as they glided.

Callon didn't use a horse, not when he had Diego to take him everywhere without question. Griffin's were known to be telepathic.

Villagers looked up as he flew over them, waving and cheering admirably.

He would once and a while do a trick with Diego and wave down at his people.

It was all very pretty to look at, but his griffin was deadly and could rip people into shreds. Which was why Callon had him, not to look pretty in the sky.

He made his way to the mountains exiting the village areas. The houses turning to untouched snow.

There were no trees, creating a white blanket that spread out towards the Shadow Mountains. Creatively named because they created shadows... There was nothing special about them. They weren't even the largest mountains in Dalustra.

Callon took a moment while he was in the sky to contemplate how he was going to dance with Nessa tonight, and all eyes would be on them. He hoped it wasn't going to be awkward, and instead that heat hummed between them again.

He'd also have to dance with all the other maidens, including Zarina, could the beastly woman even dance? He smirked at the idea.

He knew she could move her hips in seductive ways, after watching her last night in the bar, but formally dancing was another topic altogether.

Callon's eyes squinted as he noticed a horse galloping towards the mountains, the horse was barely visible with its white colouring. But the person on top of it helped Callon keep his eyes on the galloping beast.

Callon deciding to descend and get a better view of who was rushing with such purpose towards the mountains.

Once he had brought himself closer to the ground, he was able to see the black hair that whipped in the air behind her head.

"Fates give me patience." He moaned out loud.

With one quick motion, he pushed Diego to go land with brutal force to block Zarina's path. He landed on the ground with a loud thud, as the snow interrupted and was whipped around by Griffin's wings, slowly flapping till he felt they were safely on the ground.

Zarina's horse bucked and neighed causing Zarina to hold on tightly to the horse's reigns.