The Names We Shed

Chapter 7- Terrified for you

Chapter Playlist- Gasoline- Halsey, SUPER AVERAGE- Scotty Sire

As soon as King Quincey reaches us he stands almost in front of Jane.

"Lovely to see you as well King Quincey."

He doesn't move an inch and several guards run into the room.

I summon my armor without looking away.

"Oh this is ridiculous you two."

Jane steps between us. "Can you stay for dinner?"

I nod. "If it's not any trouble."

"It's not." Quincey motions for the guards to relax.

Quincey looks me up and down. "I always forget she calls you master instead of mistress."

"An old queen of Blackwell always thought that it meant that I was a prostitute so I changed it to master to be more clear."

A small smile crosses the King's face. Quincey is one of a few royals who have ruled in my lifetime that I would bow too if asked.

"How's Helen?"

"She's fine. Getting old and hating it. You should probably visit soon.. I don't know if she'll be here in a few years."

Jane nods. "I thought so. I'll try to visit."

"Good."

I trained Jane and Fenca together, although Jane believes that Fenca ran off and we haven't heard from her in years, she's been living with me and Helen, in between her work that is.

I motion Valerie and Makasha off of the balcony and into the throne room.

"You have students?" Jane says, sounding surprised.

"Yes."

"I didn't think I would see the day when you took in students again."

"Girls turn around."

They turn and their wings become visible. Jane gasps at the sight of them.

"Oh! That makes more sense... Well even though they can't eat, they can join us. Until then, would you mind if they waited here? I have something to show you."

"Of course." I motion to the girls to remain here and follow Jane out into the hall.

"Quincey went and visited Collandra a week ago. While he was there, you know that they love to give gifts, well, one of them, gave him a slave. More specificly a male slave. I think he's a seraphim too, it doesn't make much sense as to why they would enslave their own kind and then give him to us.. But we have him.. And I have to admit. He makes me uncomfortable. Quincey asked me to get rid of him, whether through another gift or something but.."

"But even though you're uncomfortable you don't want to kill him or sell him."

"Exactly."

We stop in front of a large door.

"Through here."

I follow Jane to the Seraphim's quarters. Although I don't show it and have a good relationship with the Seraphim, the fact remains that they slaughtered, enslaved, raped, and refused respect for many milenna to my kind. More than once I've been forced out of their cities.

Inside the room a male Seraphim sits, in chains, with two guards. His wings classify him a well breed Seraphim and they aren't marked with the usual signs of poverty or slavery.

"This is Kalan"

A different kind of power thrums through him, one more focused on the air than anything else. It isn't unusual for a Seraphim to have the ability to control the air. What is unusual is that scars decorate his torso. They remind me of my own body.