Edit: I shortened this chapter by cutting off the last part and adding it as the beginning of the next chapter. Also, I would like to say that I LOVE ALL OF YOU for your kind comments and votes. The fact that people are reading my story and enjoying it makes me very happy :)
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Genevive’s eyes fluttered open. Her vision was blurred at first but soon came into focus; she found herself looked up at crystals of all colors hanging from the ceiling, tied by red string.
A hand touched her shoulder. “Good, you’re awake. How are you feeling?”
Genevieve sat up and her head spun a bit. “I’m feeling sort of weak, actually. What happened? Where are we?”
Archer explained in as little words as possible. “We were attacked - I’m not sure by who, but we had to run to the castle. Zativa stayed behind to hold them off and now I’m not sure where she is. A friend of mine is off looking for her, but for now we have been summoned to the King’s Court. We have to leave soon,”
Genevieve could only manage to say, “Oh!” It was a lot to take in all at once.
Archer laid the dress on her lap. “This was gift. Something to wear to the King’s Court.”
Genevieve ran her hands along the fabric. “Its lovely!” She took it in her hand but winced as she realized the pain in her left wrist. She looked at the bandage and then clutched her stomach in digested horror as she remembered what had happened. She ran to the window and flung it open so she could vomit. Archer stood there and worried about her, but he was not sure what he should do. When she was done she wiped her mouth as she leaned against the table with shaking limbs. She was breathing heavily and even though her face was radiant he could see that she had gone a bit paler.
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. For two years Zativa had been his only woman companion (besides those few drunk nights at a town’s bar) and the witch never needed any comforting words to sooth her pains. It was not the case with Genevieve, obviously, but he was unsure of what to do.
So, acting impulsive, he walked to her and took her in his arms tightly, with one hand gently petting the back of her head as he murmured. “Shh, you are safe now, Genevieve. There is no need to be afraid, you are safe.”
He Genevieve relax into his arms and she put her hands on his chest in a resting way, and they stood there for some time.
The door burst open and they jumped away from each other. Jais stormed in, completely ignoring them as he fumed about something. “The bastards! How dare they! Oh the nerve!”
Archer caught Jais by the arm. “What is it? Tell me!”
Jais seemed to be shocked that they were in his house. “What are you doing? Go! You have to get to the Court as one!”
“But what has happened? What’s going on?”
He tugged his arm free from Archer. “Go to the Court! You will see!” He turned sharply to Genevieve and barked, “Get dressed, silly girl! Don’t just stand there!”
Genevieve jumped and Archer slightly resented Jais for scaring her. But Genevieve nodded and said, “Right away, Sir!” and she hurried to the other room so she might find a place to dress.
Archer turned towards Jais, “Will you tell me whats happening?”
Jais was busy stuffing jars of all sorts into a bag that he slung over one shoulder. He shook his head as he began to take a few crystals from the ceiling. “There is not enough time. We have to get to the Court - now!”
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