His Felicity, His Happiness

Untitled Part 8

Sah-Him watched her. She was still sleeping, her face pale, her eyes closed. He needed to go deal with Talia but he did not want to leave her side. His hope, his light. So he stayed. His worry grew when she did not awaken a couple of hours later and he quickly called Sarab to his chambers.

"Did you get Talia?" He asked, his eyes cold his tone hard as steel.

"Yes my liege. She is in the cell as you requested." Sah-Him glanced back at his love. Something was not right. She should have been awake by now.

"Any word on who she was working with?", he asked.

"No my liege. Our men are still searching." Sah-Him nodded.

"Sarab, listen to me carefully. I want you go find the healer. Bring her here and tell her what happened with Felicity. When you return I will go speak with Talia. While I am gone do not leave my chambers or her side, do you understand?" He wanted to make it perfectly clear that Felicity was not to be left alone. He needed to talk to Talia and find out what had been done to his love. And he would find out, even if he had to torture it out of her.

Sarab bowed and then raced off to do his bidding. Sah-Him sat on the side of the bed and stroked her soft cheek gently. "Please wake up my love!", he whispered.

Sarab returned a few minutes later with an older woman whose eyes held wisdom and mystery. She had dark black straight hair, and beautiful olive skin. Her black robes flowed around her as she walked in and Sah-Him stood, giving her a nod of respect.

"Shafath. Thank you for coming so quickly", he said.

She walked immediately to Felicity's side and her eyes traced her form, as if assessing her.

"She is still", she said. She gently placed a hand on her forehead and closed her eyes. "She sleeps deeply."

Sah-Him looked at her with concern. She turned to him, her eyes showing her worry. "This woman has been given a sleeping drug."

Sah-Him's eyes turned murderous at her words. His fists clenched, and his jaw ticked. "Can you tell what she was given?"

Shafath answered softly, "Unfortunately not my liege. We need to know what she was given so that we can administer a cure." Sah-Him knew that if something happened to Felicity that the monster he kept on a leash would rear his head, but hearing Shafath's words caused that monster to roar in his chest. It wanted to come out.

Sah-Him turned to Sarab. "Remember what I said." He stormed out of the door, rage and danger radiating through every single pore of his body. Talia and whomever she was working with would regret the day they dared to touch his beloved. He would make sure of it.

Grabbing the torch he walked quickly down the stairs and he smiled a cold, deadly smile when he saw Talia sitting against the wall. He could see fear in her eyes and he was glad. But he wanted more. He wanted her to feel that fear. He unlocked the cell and she stood to her feet as he walked slowly toward her.

"Sah-Him! Why am I being held here?", she asked. She was trying to look innocent, but his eyes were deadly as they gazed on her.

"You will address me as your liege Talia. I am Ras Al Ghul!", he said. Talia flinched at the coldness of his words.

"Yes my liege.", she said obediently. The words almost stuck in her throat. She should be the one wearing the ring.

He stopped before her and slowly lifted his hand to her throat and shoved her against the wall. "You have one minute to tell me what you did to Felicity." His tone was so hard, so cold, so deadly that even though she was fighting for breath, it made a sliver of fear course down her spine.