The Savior

Joining Souls

Acalla P.O.V

For the past two weeks, she had been settling into a new routine.

 Wake up early. Make breakfast. Eat. Azriel would come and heat up breakfast after bathing. Clean up. Do some reading. Maybe some baking. Make lunch. Eat. Azriel would come and heat up lunch sometimes after training. Sometimes the High Lord, Rhysand as he had begged her to call him at a dinner some time ago, would send him off on some duties. Clean up lunch. Do some more reading or baking. Maybe do some training. Azriel would come in and they would talk. Make dinner. They would normally eat it together. But he always served himself. Never her. Not yet. Clean up. Bath. Read. Go to bed. Everyday. 

Until Cassian had offered to train her. 

Then instead of reading or baking in the morning, she would train with Cassian and maybe even Azriel and Rhysand. Then she would bathe and then make lunch. 

She liked the peace consistency brought to her life. Her routine, while maybe boring sometimes, made her life easier. 

One day though, Rhysand sent Azriel out to some camp. She had finished making lunch for herself and was starting on his lunch. Today was the day. She was going to do it. Serve him food. She was ready. She hoped he was ready. 

She heard the door open and turned with a smile on her face only for it to drop at the blood on him. She ran over to him. 

"You're bleeding," she said, "are you okay?" 

"I'm okay," he assured her. 

She could see that he didn't look immediately harmed so she worried less. She let out a mental sigh of relief. It didn't look like he was bleeding after a closer look. 

"What happened?" She asked. 

"Just a little brawl and resistance," he said. 

That worried her. He got into a fight. She wondered where he had gone and who it had been with. 

"Did you deal with them?" She asked not scared at all, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. He couldn't hurt her. 

"Yes," he replied. 

Good. 

"Are they dead?" She asked. 

She wouldn't be scared if he said yes, only concerned about what might happen to him if someone sought revenge. 

"No," he said. 

Good. She nodded her head and made her way back to the kitchen.

"Lunch is almost ready if you want to get cleaned up," she said, "you can give your report to the High Lord after." 

She heard his huff of laughter. She didn't care. He was dirty and hungry. And she had a plan that not even the High Lord would stop. 

"Okay," he said. 

She heard him walk away. 

The stew was done by the time he emerged again. Clean and fresh. His hair wet. Cauldron damn her, he was gorgeous. She knew she was lucky that this was her mate. But at this moment, she felt it more than ever before. She was going to throw up. 

He sat down at the table. 

Did he know that she knew what this meant? Would he tell her? Or ask her? Or just let her do it? She didn't think he would let her go blind into this. He was better than that. 

She turned toward him with a spoon. 

"Do you understand what you're doing?" He asked. 

"Yes," she said and put the bowl down with the spoon.