Song of Feathers and Claws

Part 10

Samael

The days pass like the sands in an hourglass for Samael. His wounds were quickly healing, and his strength was slowly returning to him. His personal resolve was also slowly returning. He sat up in this chamber bed, tied to it. Everytime he looked over at the chair next to him he could hear the voice of his Vita repeating. Never happening.

His chest fluttered in pain. Never had his people ever known of if one could reject their choice. Samael also didn't want to be the first to find out what would happen to a person if it could.

Samael's thoughts switched over to his previous life, the one that he had all but recently abandoned. There was no way for him to ask his brother how to navigate this new life, this new place, where he should go or what to do. He had to figure it all out on his own.

As he thought about what his future would look like, the door was opened. He thought it was early for feeding, but he was wrong on that. Several armed guards walked in filing on the left and right of the door. In walked a petite woman, with rosy cheeks and light brown hair.

"Oh my" her little voice squeeked. "When the Princess said big, I thought she was talking about one of the guards, your nearly the size of a mountain"

Samael raised a brow. "Who are you?"

"Me?" she pointed to herself, "Just the tailors apprentice sent here to take measurements for some outfits the Princess had ordered."

One of the guards leaned down and whispered something in her ear. She said oh and nodded her head. "I will need him standing, can you all get him up?" she asked the guards. Four guards dispatched away from the lines to come up and manhandled Samael out of the bed and on to his feet. Holding him firmly to keep from moving.

He watched the little woman come up and start measuring him. His height, waist, arms. Samael just put up with it without a fight until she walked around his back, he straightened up, until he felt her hand on his left wing.

"Don't touch my wings" his wings fluttered causing the woman to fall back and land on her butt.

"Oh, ouch"

The gaurds shoved Samael forward. Two of them grabbing at his wings.

"Get off my wings" he grunted but that was no use, they held him down holding his wings tight. Crumbling and tearing up some of the feathers as they did so. Samael tested his strength by pushing back against them. He may have gotten enough to shove them off of him, but not enough to continue to fight after it all happened. He still was too proud to beg or plead, he sat with the discomfort of them hurting his wings, as the tailor girl finished what she needed too and headed out.

Samael was tied up again and left.

This time there was more rope left and he was able to sit on the side of the bed giving his body a reprieve from having to half lay all the time. He turned and stretch, then pulled one of his wings around him, as he examined the damaged feathers.

Samael paused, staring at the black feathers. He had forgotten.

His bond pulled as he felt it come closer, turning to watch Anue enter the room.

"You fought the tailor?" he could hear in her voice that she already thought he was to blame. He pondered for a minute would it be worth defending himself but relented and stayed quiet. Favouring to start plucking the damaged feathers from his wings.

"Is that from laying down?" Anue said moving closer to Samael.

He shook his head, "No"

Samael avoided Anue's glare as he continued to pick off the broken and bent feathers. The more Samael looked at the feathers he realised that they were going to be useless for a while. The feathers where scorched and bridle from the fire, it shouldn't have been that easy for the guards to tear them up.