Greetings, my lovely and patient readers. I really appreciate your patience as I worked to get this chapter done. I've been busy with work, and I am still adjusting to being home from college.
Anyway, a few of you voted to have both chapters I have prepared come out at once due to the long wait, so the next chapter will be up shortly!
I sincerely hope you enjoy!
P.S. - I realized I never named the reader's parents!
King Thayor - meaning traitor
Queen Alida - meaning noble
"It's looking much better, dear," my mother commented as she dabbed the small cloth soaked in water around my wound. She had done quite a bit of work with Soul Forge on the nasty wound, but the rest would be up to my own body and some good old-fashioned healing. For now, we just needed to keep a paste on the wound to prevent infection as well as a bandage to help keep it clean. Right now, it was more of an annoyance or an inconvenience than anything else. Though the wound was mostly healed, it was keeping me locked up and away from what I really wanted to be doing – finding my wife. But even if I hadn't been injured, there wasn't much we could do at the moment. It was a big game of hurry up and wait.
It had been two days since I had arrived back at the palace without my wife, but it had already seemed like a lifetime ago that she had been ripped away from me. With each passing day, my hope was dwindling while the fire of rage within my soul was growing. I didn't know what game the Dark Elves were playing, but there had been no ransom note. In fact, there had been no communication from them or even any news. It was like they had dropped off the edge of the Nine Realms completely. They had been abnormally quiet, and that only made me even more nervous.
The lack of a ransom note itself concerned me the most. If there was no ransom note, that means they already had what they wanted. They didn't take my wife to use her as a bargaining chip; she had been the target from the start. And if there was nothing that the Dark Elves wanted from us, what would stop them from killing her? What if they had already killed her? What if we were already too late?
"Loki," a soft voice called as a gentle hand cupped my cheek. I flinched at the sudden touch. My movement was immediately met with more soothing words from the same comforting voice that had spoken before. "It's alright, sweetheart. Breathe for me, darling. It's alright," the voice soothed, the tone low and comforting.
The warm voice broke me from my spiral of thoughts and brought me back to the present. Only then did I realize my breathing had picked up and tears were beginning to drip down my face. I scrubbed the tears away, a scowl on my face. I felt like crying was all I had been doing for the past two days, and I was tired of it. I was tired of feeling weak, feeling helpless. But right now, there was nothing I could do. And I loathed myself for it.
"We'll bring her home, Loki," my mother said, conviction, love, and hope filling her voice, but her words only sparked anger in my wounded heart.
"You keep saying that," I ground out. Even as the words left my mouth, I knew it wasn't my mother I was mad at and that I shouldn't be taking my anger out on her, but with the loss of my wife went my self-control as well.
"And I mean it, Loki," the woman next to me said, her voice full of conviction. She paused in caring for my wound to put a hand over one of my clenched fists, but I was quick to rip my hand away from the unwanted touch.
"You don't seem to understand that I lost the love of my life! She was ripped away from me by the same disease that took her brother!" I shouted, finally bringing my head up to look my mother in the eyes. I was surprised to find anger burning in her eyes as tears fell down her cheeks.
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