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30 Savarine Ward

Warning: Mentions of rape

_Savarine Ward_

Savarine felt something hard, but warm under her head. Her eyes blinked open, but shut at the light that filtered through the thin white curtains. Useless they were, weren't they? Slowly, she blinked her blue eyes open again, glancing around a room that was familiar to her own, but different. When she pushed herself up, she inwardly cringed, taking in a sharp breath from the pain that littered her face.

Her face had barely just healed from her training with her father, but now it felt worse. It was hard to make any facial expressions without an ache so powerful it made her close her eyes. She forced her eyes open to inspect her surroundings now. They landed on what she had been laying on. Eric's chest. He looked back at her, silently, a frown working its way onto his face.

"I slept in here?" She asked him, noticing he was still dressed as he had been at the event from last night. It must not have been a comfortable night for him.

"After I agreed with the guards that the both of you were too delusional to get any real information out of."

"Oh," The memories of last night's events came back to her now, and she found her body tensing, tears coming to her eyes. Her bottom lip trembled and along with that came the aching pain. It was swollen. "How bad is it?" She said, motioning to her face. 

"Its..." His voice quickly trailed off as he sat up and put a hand on her shoulder. He sighed and reached to the nightstand on the side of the bed, picking up a hand mirror. He handed it to her for her to inspect herself with.

She was silent, looking at her reflection. At her beaten face, purple and swelling. Her lip was busted, and her nose was swollen, likely broken perhaps. She had a black eye too, though it was not swollen too terribly. How many times had she been hit? She swallowed, trying not to make any expressions but her lip curled back and her brows betrayed her.

Warm tears found their way down her cheeks as she noticed her wrists, turning them over in front of her to inspect the bruises the prince had given her when he held them as tightly as he had. She let out a muffled sound- a sad one, dropping the mirror in the sheets.

Eric came to hold her now, resting the side of her head on his chest and rubbing her back. She clung to him and cried, not from the pain, but from the fear she had felt the night before. "Eric," She mumbled his name through her cries, clinging to her brother. "Eric I was so scared,"

Eric smoothed her hair back from her face, rocking her slowly. "What did he do to you, little sister?" He asked her in a low tone. Was he angry?

"He came in when I was sleeping- I thought it was Fenir drunk when he got on the bed," She whispered in shaking breaths. "Fenir has done it before," She said to him and felt Eric nodding. "I went to push him off, but- he caught me, and then he trapped me- he said things. Devrish is not sound," She told Eric as best as she could, clinging to him as if the prince would storm any moment.

"And then he hit you?" Eric asked her.

"Yes- but he also.. He was going to..." She went silent and shook his head. "I don't know much of what happened after he hit me a couple times. I know I grabbed the candle holder and hit him with it, and then I managed to hit him again before he took it from me. And then the hallway- and- and then,"

"Shh, shh," he whispered to her as he rocked her some more, not minding the tears that got on his nice clothes. "I'll kill him," He promised in a cool tone.

"You cannot!" She spoke up now, pulling herself form him to look him in the eyes with a worried look- well the best look she could manage with her face as it was.