My Dark Knight

Chapter 53

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"What will you get out of doing this?" Sapphire asked, desperation lacing through her. She needed to get out of there somehow!

"Revenge, for my dead son. Happiness, for myself. The reason of me being alive this long finally having a purpose. Shall I go on?" Corriane questioned as she watched the flames spread rapidly throughout the room. She should have had more rushes placed, a pity. Although the fewer the rushes, the more painful would be for the chit. She smiled at the thought.

Corriane left Sapphire in the chamber to die. She had bigger fish to fry. How had Tristan found her so quickly? It had barely been a complete day, and yet the arrogant git had found her. How!? Corriane was beside herself in fury. She quickly walked through the many dark tunnels, the man following quietly in her wake, not coming to close. She had to know how Tristan was able to find her! He was not this intelligent.

Corriane came to a halt as she heard the sound of battle cries. Switching her direction, she headed towards the top of the mountains. A small cave was located there, one which held a small opening to view the outside. That would be perfect to view who was battling whom.
By the time she reached her destination, her gown was torn in several places, her hands slightly raw, and her breathing shallow. But she cared not, she had a task to complete.
Corriane surveyed the battle ground. Amongst the many unfamiliar faces, one struck her memory. It seemed the years had been kind to him, not a single wrinkle marred his features. Of its own accord, her hand went to her own face, her fingers slightly searching. She watched him quietly as he struck one man after another, never letting anyone draw to near. But throughout it all, his gaze was searching, his body trying to move towards a certain direction. Corriane snorted, he wouldn't be able to find his daughter no matter how hard he tried. She was most likely dead by now.
She looked through the many men battling, many of her own meeting their death rather quickly. Her eyes searched, and searched, but she couldn't find him. Or was it possible she ceased to recognize him? Had he changed much over the years? So much so that she, his mother, was unable to recognize him? She wondered who he took after. He had his father's hair. But, she couldn't see a head of bronze amongst the battle. Mayhap it had grown darker? Did he take after her? Her Christian had his father's hair, but he had her eyes, her coloring. What if Tristan was a replica of her Christian? The fates would not be so cruel? Would they?
Corriane continued to watch the bloodshed. What seemed to be hours to her, were in fact, only a mere few minutes. She dragged her eyes, as well as her thoughts, away. She needed do find Fredrick, put him in Rivers path, then find Tristan and finish him off. But before doing so, he had to see the charred body of his beloved. She would not make death easy for him. It had to be painful, excruciating. She would never be able to give him as much pain as he had given her, but she would give him as much pain as she possibly could.

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Sapphire stared at Corriane's retreating form. How could the woman so easily kill another? How could she hurt her son? A son which had done nothing to earn such treatment?

Sapphire began pulling at her chains until her wrists became raw, blood beginning to ooze from them.

"As if I need to loose more blood." Sapphire muttered angrily.

She kicked, she pulled, but nothing seemed to work. Sapphire coughed as the smoke began to fill her lungs. The fire would reach her soon enough. She looked towards the entrance. Nothing.

Hot, scalding tears filled her eyes before cascading down her cheeks. She wouldn't be able to see Izzy's children, nor would she be able to tell Tristan how much she loved him. Never again would her uncle train her, never again would he tell her he loved her and never would he be able to hold her child in his arms.