WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country
RHYERS
Rhyers, the Forever Knight tracker, entered the opulent foyer of WaterRose. Always mesmerized by the triple chandeliers dangling from the high ramparts. The three layers were completely encircled with glowing candles. Shining off the polished black and white marble entryway. The red carpeted dais split into dual staircases molding along the walls.
Leading to the second floor and further to the third floor where the specialty solars were.
Bast did a magnificent job designing it. Rhyers noted.
The luxurious layers were clearly a reflection of Bast's deep appreciation for beauty.
Seeing the glowing light from the library, Rhyers sought his friend out there. Always his favorite place to haunt.
Surprisingly, Rhyers didn't find him by the fire with a glass of sherry in his hand.
But he's here. Rhyers sensed his presence in the room.
He walked down the line of bookcases and spotted Bast's silhouette standing at the large cupboard window. The thick doors were ajar, and moonlight coasted in casting cascading lights over Bast's severe profile.
Moonlight through the water walls. Rhyers eyes fell to Bast's hands where a glass was cradled.
There's his sherry.
What's he find so disturbing? He's usually so unflappable.
"It's not my place to tell you." Bast surprised Rhyers by saying. "But I am so angry I feel a need to express it to someone."
"You heard me come in?"
"No." Bast took a sip from the glass. His eyes still not leaving the bailey walls, and the hazy image of the meadow visible through the rivers of water.
"No one hears you." Bast remarked dryly. "I felt your thoughts."
Ah. Of course, you did.
"So?" Rhyers propped a hip on the windowsill. Sitting slightly in-front and to the right of Bast.
"She remembered things tonight that upset me."
Elsabet.
"What did she remember?" He asked, curious.
"She was abused." Bast's voice cracked marginally.
Who'd be that stupid?
"I assume she slaughtered them?"
"Him." He corrected. Looking at Rhyers. "And no, I don't believe so. She still fears him, so I'd find it doubtful she killed him. Though I'd hazard a guess it was long enough ago that he's passed by now."
I doubt that's the end of the subject.
"But you're going to check?"
"As soon as I can get some sleep...hopefully in the morning."
"Want me to go?"
"No, actually I suspect she feels very vulnerable thinking of such things and I'm hoping you will stay and watch over her."
I can't remember a time he's asked me for something.
"You know I will, Bast." He said softly.
Bast nodded minutely as he took another sip. Gaze falling to the sill.
***
Bast retired early that night and Rhyers passed his chamber a few times. Catching his deepened breathing.
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The Taming
FantasyWe are immortals. The Forever Knights. I am a shapeshifter. Collared with a special pendant to be summoned by our alpha. She tried to steal it. But the last thing she expected was for me to turn the tables as soon as we were out of view of my party...
