The Power Of Cithrí - A Chaol Westfall Fanfiction

Part 14

I was woken by a knock on the door, I groaned. A servant was busing himself around the room, tidying up smashed bottles, and the ashes of my uniform. I got up, rubbing the sleep from my face, and answered the door not caring who saw my naked chest. The guard, young in age could only have been a trainee, gulped. "Captain," he stood tall. "A body of a young woman has been found, they believe she was raped."
I shivered at the word. It was the crime I detested most, one that filled my mouth with a vile, bitter taste. I held my finger up to him, my head pounding. "I'll be with you in a moment, let me talk to y/n."
I let the door shut in his face, and went to the bedroom, I fixed my hair and entered. "Y/n?" I asked into the empty room. There were no clothes on the floor, no steam from the bathroom, and no wrinkles on the bed - it was perfectly made as it had been yesterday. "Y/n?" Panic arose within me. I ran over to the bathroom. It was empty too. "Y/n?" I called running back into the living room. It was empty, all signs of her barren. It didn't even look like Shadow had been here.
I tore the door open. "Have you seen y/n?" I interrogated the guard, who shook in his boots.
If she hadn't spent the night here then where..... oh no! Oh no! She couldn't be. She wouldn't be dead. Y/n knew how to fight she couldn't be dead. I shoved past the guard, grabbing a top, and throwing it on, not bothering to do up the buttons.

I smashed the door down, the prince jumped in his bed startled. "Chaol what on earth?"
"Where is y/n?!" I demanded, it felt like a rope was being fastened around my chest, someone pulling tightly on the other end. I checked the bathroom, under the covers, under the bed, under the table. Dorian stumbling to get changed as I shoved him around. "She isn't here Chaol! Why would she be here?!"
I gulped, shapes of pink, purple and red obscured my vision. My heart thudded in my ears. I couldn't handle this. I held onto the back on a chair, my nails digging into my palms. Where was she? She couldn't be dead! If she was that meant she had also been raped. I lasped my tongue over my lips, it was so dry I couldn't get air into me. Yet I was so wet. I could feel the water dripping down my body, pooling into an ocean around me.
"Chaol? Chaol?" His voice was muffled like he had been gaged. "You're panicking Chaol, you need to calm down."
I stumbled falling to my knees, the world wasn't there. It wasn't anywhere. I could put no faces, no names to the voices. All I could see was yourname lying face up on the cold stone floor, a puddle of blood oozing out of her, terror the last thing that remained in her. Her legs were bent up, a man devouring her. Laying waste to her body.

Dorian passed me a glass of water and a biscuit, slidding down the wall to sit with me. He gently placed a hand on my knee. "I sent some men to identify the body, Chaol, it isn't y/n."
I drank the water, glad to be back in my own body. "Where is she then?"
Dorian shrugged. "I have no idea."
I took a weary breath, biting back another wave of tears. "If anything has happened to her.... I don't know what I will do." I sighed.
"Have you tried Saskia's room?" He asked. "Broken hearted girls often tend to group together." I snapped my fingers, I hadn't even thought of the brisk, Eyllwe speaking guest.

The two girls lay fast a sleep in bed, the room littered with food wrappings, dresses, paper and make up pieces. Y/n's small body was layered with a thick coat of fur, that rose and sunk as the wolf breathed, her head resting in the valley of y/n's breats. I fell at her side, another ocean of tears coming to my eyes. She was alright. She was safe.

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I woke to hands roaming my body, holding my face, a head burried into my shoulder crying. "What?" I whispered, I could feel the familar rumbling of Shadows throat as she grumbled.
The brown hair, nuzzled into me, his brown orbs stained with redness. "Chaol?" I croaked, reaching out to touch his bare chest through the unbuttoned slit in his shirt. He stumbled on words, saying over and over again how much he loved me, how scared he was, how he would keep me safe forever.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him, pushing him back as the image of the woman bursted into my mind.
"I was so worried about you." He blabbered, his face so ruined by tears I had to reach up and hold it in my hands, feel the smooth, wet skin. "There is a woman who's been murdered and raped and I thought it was you!" He cried harder, pressing his lips to mine. I could see Saskia objecting to him being here let alone kissing me. Her eyes set so firmly I thought she might kill him in front of the prince.
"Wait!" I snapped, sitting up, the heat rushing to my face. "Someone has been murdered?"
Chaol nodded, hiding into my neck again.
"Who?"
"I don't know."
Dorian shrugged too. I gulped, wiping my sweaty palms on the matress, a line of sweat all ready there - I hadn't been exactly sleeping peacefully when Chaol woke me up. "I need to get changed." I stated, my head hurting from too much activity too soon. "In private." I glared at the men, Chaol's tears drying up into a mess of saddness.
"As you wish." And he receeded from me, leaving me icy and defeated. Him and Dorian left to wait outside whilst Saskia applauded me for putting my foot down. But as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, cradling my head I saw nothing to applaude.