The Power Of Cithrí - A Chaol Westfall Fanfiction

Part 2

The next day was spent with the queen again, luckily to my relief Saskia had been invited too. We left, side by side, vomiting over the cringy day we had been forced into.
"I am so full of cake!" I laughed, patting my baby stomach.
Saskia, her arm looped in mine, giggled too. "Those lemon tarts were to die for. I think I ate at least tweleve!"
"I clearly ate the other ten." I said, rubbing my tummy like I was actually pregnant.
Saskia had chosen a crimson dress today, covered with fine gold chains, her neckalce a silver coin adorned with red jewels. I was jealous of her confidence, the way she held her head so tall. I found the glass palace intimidating, and uneasy. Like the glass might shatter at any moment.
She laughed but fell silent scarily fast. Her eyes were latched onto the man walking towards us, surveying his every movement.
I smiled and ran upto the prince throwing my arms around him. "Long time no see." I joked punching his shoulder.
The prince wasn't overly adorned but it was inevitable that his clothes would be made from the finest material. He smiled, his sapphire eyes gleaming. "I saw you yesterday princess."
I rolled my eyes. "When you were eating with your family."
He nodded, his hands running through his hair. "You're looking very nice today."
"I am so bloated!" I complained.
"Oh have you been with my mother all day."
I nodded. "You been with Chaol?"
"Hmm? Um no, I've been hunting." He didn't seem overly enthusiastic about it,
Dorian's eyes turned to Saskia who was lurking behind us, still absorbing everything about the prince. He bowed. "I believe I have not had the honours of being introduced." He said, giving me a hidden wink. "I am Dorian."
She blushed, going all sweaty as she stepped up to my side. "Lady Saskia from the convent of the high church."
I turned to her wide eyed. I didn't know she could be so formal, or that she cared for her convent at all.
Dorian tightened at the mention of it, flashing a look at me, but he smiled nevertheless, forever being the polite host. He tapped my shoulder, running his fingers over me. "May I join you and the others for training tonight?"
"Yes!" I snapped, desperate to prove to Chaol I was practicing my sword fighting as well as dagger fighting, by beating Dorian. "I'll see you there then."
He nodded, smiling, gave me a hug and then left.

Saskia was on my like a hound drawn to the rabbit. "How are you friends with the prince? What's he like? Are you his main friend? Is he the next to the throne?"
I stumbled with the overload. "Woah, calm down, he's nice but not that great."
She blushed, holding her chin higher. "I'm just interested, and have a few ideas I would like to suggest to him."
I frowned, ideas? But in the early stages of our friendship I let it slide. Especailly when queen Georgina followed us, calling for a private chat with me.

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I had spent all day, deciding how many guards should be posted on the back gate due to the increase in homeless people moving there to shelter from the harsh nights. I pushed open the door, heading to the letters on the table. Letters. Letters from lords of terresan and Adarlan cities, letters from fellow guards, one from Dorian and three not adressed to me. I scanned the room for yourname before shoving them into my pockets. Of course I felt guilty of cutting her off from her family, but I wouldn't let Rowan talk to her until he stopped being a pain in the backside and gave me my one wish.

Where was y/n? She had been summoned by the queen again, but she should be back by now. I headed for the bedroom. As soon as I opened the door, the potent stench whacked me in the face, the sound of belching echoed from the bathroom. "Y/n?" I called out walking over. She was kneeling on the floor in her trianing uniform, hair drapped around her face as she bent down into a bucket, the contents of her stomach spilling out her mouth. She looked at me with watery eyes before vomitting again. "Y/n whats wrong?" I asked, kneeling at her side, the smell of the bucket threatened to make me vomit. She wiped her chin. "The queen said I was getting fat, so she gave me this pill..." she paused to vomit again.
"How long have you been here?" I asked, sitting against the wall, running her hand over her back, I could feel every bump of her spine.
"I don't know." She croaked, her throat undoubtedly sore. I guessed she had been here a while, from the blackness of the vomit that spurted out of her mouth, she must have vomitted up all the food and was now onto liquids and bile.
"You're not fat love." I said, holding back her hair, it was so silky in my hands, I wanted to hold it forever. My heart went out to her as she sobbed, holding her stomach.
"I'm getting fatter! The queen can see it!"
I shook my head. "You're not fat, you came here underweight from living on the streets in Cithrí. Now you are putting on the weight you lost." I was so glad she was finally putting the weight back on, she had gained the first stone back at Cithrí, but ever since then she had struggled no matter how much I fed her, or got her lifting weights. I pressed a kiss to her neck, and stood up, rolling up my sleeves. "Lets get you cleaned up gorgeous."
I ran her a bath, stripped her and lowered her into the tub. She looked so very pale, as she sighed into the hot water. I stipped and got in with her, helping her to wash herself of pieces of food. She giggled quietly as she splashed me with soapy water. She had big bags under her eyes, her usual cheerful self looked drained off life like she was back on the streets again. "Why do you think Rowan won't reply to me?"
My spine seized up, my jacket pockets still full of the letters, luckily that was in thw other room and she was too sick to notice. "Would you like to go for a ride tomorrow? I have a couple of meetings I can cancel."
She leant her head on my shoulder. I felt her throat pulsating as she struggled to hold down another wave of sick. "I said I would ride with Saskia."
I ran my hands through her hair, carefully unpicking the knots. "Oh!" I hadn't expected that. Maybe my y/n was changing, finally making human female friends. "Well I will join you for that then, for safety purposes."
She chuckled, her fingernails digging into my arm as she lent over the bath tub and was sick again. She let out a sob, wrapping her arms around her body, each nauseous wave now painful. "I'm going to cancel trianing," I said. "And we can get an early night."
She nodded, sinking into the water, her legs slipping over mine. "That would be nice."
"You are happy y/n?" I asked, knowing I had been the reason she had left her home, and I spent most my days busy with things other than her. Not that I ever stopped thinking of her.
"I have you." She replied. "I don't want anything else Chaol." She looked at me, and I could see the power within her. The magic waiting to be revealed. I pulled her in close, the moment she cannot contain it, will be the day she either dies or I loose my position, and I honesty would perfer the latter. As long as she was with me, loving me, everything else would sort it's self. I would make it so.