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Chapter List
- 1-OSVP
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty One
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
- 35-Thirty Five
- 36-Thirty Six
- 37-Thirty Seven
- 38-Thirty Eight
- 39-Thirty Nine
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Standard Disclaimer time. I do not own Valkyrie Profile, and the characters of VP. That honor belong to Tri Ace and Square Enix. I make no money off of this fic either. It's done purely for entertainment purposes.
The fate of the retired Valkyries are inspired by the game Odin Sphere. The pairing of Brahms and Silmeria is a gift fic thing for my friend Huntress. Hope you like dear!
-Michelle
Footsteps crunched down on the gravel lined path, the rocky bits being crushed underfoot. The sound of the gravel being disturbed barely registered amidst the roar of a thousand voices raising up in battle. Their screams, ones of challenge, ones of victory, even ones of fear, all blended together. To the point she couldn't pick out any distinct words being spoken.
The savage noise did not deter her, if anything it made Lenneth eager to add her own voice to the chaos. Her fingers clenched tighter on the hilt of her sword, Lenneth already imagining wielding her blade, losing herself to the near mindless violence of the night's battle. Something like a grim smile briefly flashed on her face, Lenneth making her purposeful way down the cliff side. At it's bottom, figures fought, Lenneth ready to leap into the fray. She wasn't yet close enough to the ground to make such a careless jump. No, she'd have to get closer before she made her dive.
She wouldn't allow her eagerness to give way to carelessness. That would only lead to mistakes, and on the battlefield, such errors could lead to injury or even death. Neither was wanted, though to Lenneth, she thought death would be preferable to suffering a debilitating injury. A shudder worked it's way through her, one that had nothing to do with the battle, and everything to do with thoughts that came unbidden to her. Thoughts that were unwelcome, Lenneth thinking of the reason why she was currently so eager to fight.
There was solace in fighting. If she could build up the proper rhythm, she could block out the thoughts, forget everything but dealing death to those who would harm her and those under her protection. She longed for that solace now. It was what had driven her from the castle, fleeing a sight that was better off forgotten. But the pathway from castle to battlefield was longer than she would have liked, and flashes of memory had come to her. Of blood, the red liquid splattered everywhere. Of pale blonde hair that was streaked with it, a result of the victim laying down in an ever widening puddle of it. Skin growing pale, indigo armor shattered open.
Lenneth hissed, gripping her sword so tightly, she was sure the jewels on the hilt would make a permanent imprint on the palm of her hand. But she didn't care, fighting the memories, knowing that just a few feet more until she could join the battle. She tried not to focus on the fact that the fighting would be one combatant short, their troops lacking one of it's commanders.
She continued to study the fighting closest to the cliff's bottom. The two groups seemed equally matched, the Valkyries and einherjar fighting the undead forces of Lord Brahms. Those undead were composed predominately of vampires. They, like so many of the undead, were forced to wait for more optimal conditions before they could come out of the holes they hid in. It was currently nightfall, but even an overcast day was dark enough for the vampires to come out and pester the Asgardians.
Lenneth could see the flashes of light on the battlefield, vampires teleporting to and fro. It was an unfair advantage they had, those fiends using their powers to vanish before a blade could strike a killing blow on their body. It meant the Valkyries and einherjar had to be faster than the undead, and Lenneth was pleased to see that dozens upon dozen of rotting corpses lay on the field. Her troops were performing more than adequately against the vampiric threat.
They might not even need her sword, though she knew they would be a fool to turn her away. And thus, with a wild cry, Lenneth found herself pushing off the cliff's path. Somersaulting forward, her sword caught a flash of light. The trained warriors knew enough not to be distracted by that flash, concentrating instead on their opponents.
Others cleared out of the way, a spot opening up for Lenneth to land. Her knees nearly touched the ground, her teeth rattling from the jarring impact. But already she was lurching upright, sword moving effortlessly in an upwards swing. It caught the vampire that had teleported before her in the chin, a sickening squelch being heard as the blade severed the man's face in half. Blood soaked her sword, but there was no time to clean it, Lenneth pivoting on her feet. Her sword slashed about with her spin, cutting open the stomach of a ghoul.
Guts began spilling out of the creature, and yet the ghoul still fought. It would take a lot more than disemboweling to kill that particular undead. It's head would have to be taken, cleaved clean off it's neck, before the creature would cease mimicking a life it had no right to.
Poison coated claws slashed across her armor. The cobalt blue armor was unmarked, the ghoul's claws sliding harmlessly off the metal. It didn't stop the near mindless monster from trying again, claws slashing, going for the bit of skin between elbow and shoulder that was not covered in metal. Lenneth quickly blocked the claws with her sword, wanting no poison tipped scratch to befall her.
Other fiends rushed her, another ghoul and a vampire. Lenneth could not allow herself to be surrounded, the Valkyrie holding her arm high as she swung a beheading slash towards the first ghoul's neck. The head went flying, and quickly disappeared among the combatants. Lenneth didn't both to try and track it, it was just one more head that was being kicked about and trampled on this field.
Instead she was already turning, trying to stab her sword into the vampire's chest. The ghoul was doing it's shambling walk towards her, determined look in it's eyes. A spear suddenly embedded itself in the ghoul's back, one of the einherjar had thrown the weapon in an attempt to distract the creature from Lenneth. She had no chance to issue out a thanks, not in the midst of so intense a battle.
The vampire that had teleported before her was one of the elder variety, the female quick with her teleportation magics and her blade. Her sword was coated in the blood of Lenneth's allies, the vampire female eager to drive it into the Valkyrie's body. Lenneth didn't allow rage to fill her, knowing that in this moment it was nothing personal for the vampire. It should have been nothing personal for Lenneth either, but she remembered the blood on the floor. It was a memory that awoke something vicious inside the Valkyrie, Lenneth striking fast and furious, looking for an opening in the vampire's defense.
The vampire's blade broke in half from the force of Lenneth's swing. The Valkyrie didn't slow her arm when that happened, allowing her sword to drive forward past the breaking blade and into the chest of the vampire. The female let out a scream of pain, the blood she had fed on spilling out of her. It weakened the vampire, the woman trying to teleport even as Lenneth did a downwards slash that caught the female mid teleportation. The vampire would appear elsewhere on the battlefield, staggered and bleeding, easy prey for one of Lenneth's allies.
Lenneth didn't spare any further thought to that particular vampire, already charging forward to her next opponent. She passed einherjar, mortal men and women who had been chosen by the Valkyrie Goddesses to fight for Asgard. The Valkyries' themselves all wore similar armor, with feather helms on their heads. They fought just as bravely as the einherjar, even with the risk given to them by the vampires.
Valkyries were immortal females, minor deities in their own rights. Little could harm them, save for their natural enemies, the undead minions of Lord Brahms. The vampires loved nothing more than to get their hands on divine blood, to drain the Valkyrie females to death. The blood infused the vampires with a temporary rush of power, heightening already powerful senses, and giving them more strength and speed than they would normally have.
A Valkyrie's blood was a well sought after prize. It was like a drug to the vampires, and the fiends were all too eager to feed their addictions. Lenneth snarled a wordless challenge to the nearest vampire, the man rushing forward to cross his blade with hers. The clang of the blades was lost to the deafening roar of the battle, sparks flying as they clashed their swords together again and again.
Lenneth barely took notice of what her opponent looked like. Such details didn't matter in the heat of battle, only survival and victories counted. Their swords struck each other, the two rebounding back. The vampire instantly teleported, appearing behind Lenneth as he sought to slash open the back of her armor. She turned, her long hair which was tied back in a braid, nearly severed in the process. Several silver blue strands fell to the ground, and were immediately lost as feet trampled over them.
Another battle cry from Lenneth, the Valkyrie doing a downwards slash that the vampire defended against. His sword arm lowered from the force of her blow, Lenneth preparing to strike upwards when she saw the light reflected in the fiend's eyes. With a gasp, she turned, and a dagger caught her on the cheek.
Lenneth barely had time to react, seeing the other vampire bring the dagger to his lips, tongue snaking out to taste her blood on it. Never taking her eyes off the fiend who dared sample her blood, she turned her blade, and drove it behind her, catching the advancing vampire through the chest. Such was the force of her thrust, that the blade impaled all the way through, the vampire gagging and dying a quick death.
The vampire in front of her seemed to moan, delighting in the blood he had tasted. Lenneth didn't know if it was enough to give him a boost in abilities, but she knew she had to dispatch this monster and fast. She quickly jerked her sword out of the dead vampire's body, attempting to stab it forward into the very hand that held the vampire's dagger.
A flash of light, then nothing but space for her sword to slash through. Lenneth gritted her teeth, and whirled, scouting about for the vampire. He did not appear near her, the vampire more cowardly than she had realized. With a disgusted snort, Lenneth brought up her hand to her cheek, using the back of it to wipe the blood off the slow to heal wound. The vampire's dagger had to have been enchanted to delay a Valkyrie's healing powers.
There was no shortage of opponents, even with the one vampire fleeing her. Lenneth made fast work of over a dozen ghouls, teaming up with a fellow Valkyrie to slay a handful of vampires. Time both slowed and sped, the battle ending too quickly for Lenneth's liking. The vampires on this patch of land were now in retreat, and several Valkyries took off with the einherjar in hot pursuit.
Truthfully, Lenneth wanted to join them in the chase, but a voice called out to her. "Lenneth, halt!" The Valkyrie's back was to the voice, but she didn't need to see the Goddess Freya to recognize her. Or her displeasure, Lenneth holding in a sigh.
"Lady Freya..." Lenneth said, making a show of cleaning off her bloodied and gore covered sword. The leather rag she used was quickly soaking through with the grime, and she knew if she allowed the blood to dry, it would make her sword's blade rust. "What brings you to the battlefield?"
It was a seemingly innocent question, though both Freya and Lenneth knew the reason behind the Goddess' sudden appearance. Indeed Freya was frowning, Lenneth spying that annoyed expression out the corner of her eye. But she didn't acknowledge it, continuing to pretend to be focused on the cleaning of her weapon.
"You know very well why I am here." Freya stepped closer to Lenneth, somehow managed to avoid the corpses and body parts that littered the ground. She looked disdainful of the filth, the Goddess not one for fighting, especially against such lesser beings as the undead. That didn't mean Freya was not capable of fighting, the Goddess holding enough power to devastate a world. She simply preferred to let others get their hands dirty, while she toiled with behind the scenes details.
It was rare for her to come out to the battlefield. Lenneth knew she was at fault for this, something like guilt sparking through her. But it wasn't enough to get her to apologize, Lenneth staying focused on her sword. When it became apparent that was all she was going to do, Freya sighed.
"It is not your duty to be out here on this night."
"I go where my sword is needed." Lenneth finally answered her.
"You go where Lord Odin commands. Need I remind you of that?" demanded Freya.
"I know that." Lenneth replied, tone quiet.
"And yet you purposefully left the castle!" Freya let exasperation into her voice, Lenneth at last looking at her. "Lenneth, why? Your sister Hrist well has the situation under control. Even now the vampires are being routed from the land that borders the castle's property. She'll have them so disoriented and confused, they won't even notice your absence from the battlefield."
And that was the real purpose of this latest skirmish. To distract the vampires long enough for Lenneth to escort a most precious cargo from the castle. She almost flinched then, thinking of just what that precious something was. And with it came the memories, the bloodied hair, the broken armor, her younger sister Silmeria laying in an ever widening pool of her own blood.
"I am not abandoning my duty." Lenneth said out loud. "I know Hrist is to lead the distraction. But as we are not to leave until tomorrow morning, I don't see the harm in releasing some pent up energy tonight."
"You are supposed to be resting." Freya pointed out. "Conserving your strength for the journey. You will not serve anyone well if you are too tired to fight..."
"I will never be too tired to fight." Snapped Lenneth. "Lady Freya, you needn't worry about me. I will do my duty, even if I don't like what I must do." That last bit softened Freya's expression, blue eyes warming as she gave Lenneth a sad smile.
"I understand this is a difficult time for you and your sisters. Especially for you Lenneth. For you were always the closest to Silmeria. But really, it is for the best."
"The best?" Anger seeped into Lenneth's voice, she nearly trembled with it. "The best for who?"
"Your sister for one." Freya retorted. "She can hardly be expected to return to her duties in this condition."
"I know that..." The memory of Silmeria's broken body made her shudder, Lenneth lowering her now clean sword. But she didn't sheathe it, conscious that at any moment a vampire could teleport before them. She had to remain ever vigilant, even as she fought and railed against her sister's fate. Against the fate of all Valkyries who fell in battle, but slipped death's embrace.
"Would you have her remain here in Asagrd?" Freya questioned her. "Would you have her bombarded by constant reminders of a life she can never return to?"
"No..."
"Then do not begrudge your sister's fate." Freya told her. "Silmeria is accepting of what must be done. Why can't you be?"
"I don't think it's right...to tie her to a man..." Lenneth spoke quietly, but firmly. "To one she does not know, or love..."
"Lord Rufus of Alfheim is a fine man, a capable warrior, and a just ruler. He will not be unkind to her."
"He better not be! Or he will face the combined wrath of myself and my sister Hrist!" threatened Lenneth. "I will not tolerate my sister being mistreated, no matter who it is!"
"Calm yourself Lenneth." Advised Freya. "Lord Rufus would not dare harm Silmeria. She will live out the rest of her life a cherished wife." And there it was, yet another reason for Lenneth's anger. When a Valkyrie was injured on the battle field, to the point they could no longer fight, they were retired. But it went beyond a simply setting down of one's arms. Odin had made a decree, to reward capable warriors of several of the nine realms with Valkyies as their brides. The battle maidens were rendered mortal, Goddesses no more. It was said that the Valkyries and the warriors they wed, produced the strongest and best fighters to ever exist in all the realms. Those warriors usually became einherjar for Asgard, the daughters of the Valkyries gaining their mother's immortality. The cycle would continue, never ending for all time. Lenneth knew that one day she too might be so unfortunate as to be injured in battle. She prayed if that happened, the vampires would drain her dead, rather than allow her to suffer life as some man's bride.
"I still think it's wrong." Lenneth said at last. "After all her years of service, Silmeria should at least be allowed to pick her own husband!"
"You can rail against fate all you want, but you cannot change what is to happen. No one can."
"Lord Brahms would if he could." Lenneth blurted out, thinking of the undead King. The vampire had an unnatural lust for her sister, Silmeria. It was the main reason why Hrist was engaging his army at the moment, all to keep the vampires distracted as Silmeria left the castle. They all expected the vampires to make a move against Silmeria and her escort, to try and capture the former Valkyrie alive. Lenneth shuddered to think what Brahms would do once he got his hands on her sister. It was enough to make the Valkyrie think any man would be a better choice for Silmeria than that of the undead king.
"That fiend will not get a chance to do anything!" Freya hissed. "Silmeria will be delivered safely to Lord Rufus' hands, and Brahms will be none the wiser until it's too late." Lightning seemed to crackle across the sky, Lenneth shivering. She hoped Freya was right about that. "Now cease these delays, and return to your sister's side at once."
"Yes, Lady Freya." Lenneth sighed. She knew she should be grateful for the chance to see Silmeria. After all, she didn't know when or if she would get the opportunity to visit with her once she was established in Alfheim.
Freya nodded her approval at Lenneth's acquiescence. And then she was turning, intent on leading Lenneth back up the cliff side. Lenneth moved to follow her, when she felt it. Eyes on her, the Valkyrie stilling for one brief moment. Freya noticed her lack of movement, a quizzical look in her eyes as she spoke. "What is it Lenneth?"
"Don't you feel that?" Lenneth was already drawing her sword, fighting the tremble that went through her. "Those eyes...staring at us..."
"There's no one here..." Freya pointed out, and Lenneth shook her head.
"I can feel it!" She turned to scour the landscape, but as Freya said, there was no one near to them. And yet she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, Lenneth shivering. The sensations associated with the look was that of someone staring into her very soul, as though their gaze was stripping away her armor to see the woman beneath it. It was an unsettling feeling, Lenneth not used to being looked at in that manner.
"Show yourself!" She demanded, pleased her sword arm did not shake. She wondered if it was the vampire who had tasted her blood, the fiend hungering for more.
Freya was besides her now, slipping into a defensive pose, gold ether sparking in her hands' palms. But there was no one to fight, and though the sense of being watched continued, even Lenneth was forced to concede there was no one there.
"I'm sure it's nothing." Freya laid a hand on Lenneth's armor covered shoulder. "You are stressed over your sister's fate."
"I'm not imagining things." Lenneth insisted. Yet she had no proof that anyone had been about to watch them. But she didn't sheathe her sword, keeping a firm grip on it's hilt as she followed Freya up the cliffside. The path at it's top would lead them to the castle, Valhalla a welcome sight that almost had Lenneth scurrying forward to get inside. The oppressive feeling of being watched left her once she was indoors, and only then did Lenneth relax enough to put away her sword.
"Go...speak with Silmeria." Freya advised her, giving her a slight push in the direction of the Valkyrie's chambers. "Cherish this time Lenneth."
"I will." Promised Lenneth, giving a respectful bow to the goddess, before hurrying away. It wasn't a long walk to the chambers designated to the Valkyries, especially given the fact that no one dared to approach Lenneth. They simply saw the determined look in her eyes, and wisely kept any questions or demands for her attention to themselves.
Not even five minutes later, she was before her sister's chair, Silmeria smiling up at her. But it wasn't a Silmeria she was used to seeing, the pale blonde hair tied back with ornate barrettes. The young Valkyrie was dressed in a simple night gown, but made of a lavish amount of silk. It draped down to her ankles, it's sleeves extending only to her elbows.
No blood was on Silmeria. She had long since been cleaned up. But Lenneth knew under the night gown was numerous bandages, wrapped around her torso, to cover the stitches on her back. It had been an enchanted blade that had slashed open the young Valkyries' back, spilling her precious blood all over the ground. The enchantment on the blade prevented the Goddess' healing powers from working, leaving Silmeria in a lot of pain. She could barely manage the slightest movements without pain, and as such was unable to fight any longer.
Numerous herbs were being given to Silmeria to deaden the pained sensations. And yet Silmeria's blue eyes remained bright and clear, the girl's mind not addled by the drugs. She smiled at Lenneth, happy to see her sister. Lenneth found it difficult to return the smile. She had to fight to keep the sadness out of her eyes as she knelt before her sister.
"Lenneth.." Silmeria said, reaching out with her right arm. She laid her hand on Lenneth's cheek, the very one that bore the cut of the vampire's dagger. "You're hurt."
"It's only a minor scratch." Lenneth told her. "It doesn't even hurt."
"Have you been to a healer yet? Perhaps Lady Eir could help hasten your recovery." Silmeria was concerned, hovering a finger over the thin cut.
"I will see her soon enough." Lenneth promised. But she didn't care about being healed, more concerned with her sister. "How are you feeling?"
"As well as can be expected." Silmeria sighed. "I'm sick of the herbs and potions they ply me with. They taste awful, and work almost too well. To the point I can't feel anything at all."
"It's only for a short while." Lenneth said, speaking on what she knew of Silmeria's treatment plan.
"I fear I will never not know this pain." Silmeria confided, and Lenneth fought not to show how horrified that made her feel.
"Maybe we should wait on delivering you to your husband to be." Lenneth suggested. "If you are still in so much pain..."
"Lord Rufus will not wait forever..." Silmeria replied. "And I would rather get this over with, sooner rather than later."
"It's just not fair..." Lenneth whispered, Silmeria still touching her cheek. "Why you?"
"I was careless on the battlefield. I let the vampires surround me..." Lenneth shivered, knowing the vampires could have done a lot worse than they had. But then Hirst and several other Valkyries had leapt to Silmeria's defense. Not even one vampire had survived the massacre that hour, but it had been too little, too late, the damage done to Silmeria.
"You weren't careless, you were outnumbered!" Came Lenneth's protest. It earned a smile from Silmeria, the girl dropping her hand to her lap.
"You were always quick to defend me..."
"My sword is yours." Lenneth said. "Now and forever..."
"Your sword is Odin's." corrected Silmeria gently. "Never forget that."
"I don't know if I want to fight for the man who could so easily give away my sister!" Lenneth snapped, but she wasn't angry at Silmeria but at Odin and the situation they found themselves in. Even worse, Silmeria looked shocked at what Lenneth had had to say. "I...I, forgive me..." She lowered her eyes, abashed.
"Do not blame Odin. He is merely doing what he has always done for the Valkyries who cannot fight any more..."
"How can you be so...so calm about this?" demanded Lenneth. "Why do you not fight against your fate?"
"How can I? What can I do in this condition?" Silmeria shook her head, pain briefly glinting in her eyes. "Besides...some good can come out of this sacrifice of mine. I can make a good alliance between Asgard and Alfheim through my marriage to Lord Rufus. So you see...I still have some purpose to my life after all..."
"You've always had purpose! Regardless of your condition!"
"But it has been renewed in a different manner now." Explained Silmeria, just as a knock sounded on the door. Lenneth rose off her knees, calling out in a commanding voice.
"Who goes there?"
"It is I, Frei." It was the goddess Freya's younger sister, which surprised Lenneth. "May I come in?"
"Yes, of course." Answered Silmeria, and the door opened. A petite sized Goddess was revealed, dressed in forming fitting brown tunic. She carried something in her hands, some sort of vial with a bright pink potion sloshing about. "More pain medicine from Eir?" sighed Silmeria.
"No...this comes from Lord Odin himself." Frei walked towards them, her normally bright and cheery face looking sad.
"Lord Odin?" Lenneth gasped, realizing what the potion was. "So soon?"
"Silmeria must make her choice now." Frei said. "If she's going to enter the enchanted sleep, she must do so soon..."
The enchanted sleep was a spell that retired Valkyries sometimes made use of. It forced them into an unnatural slumber, the maidens sleeping until awakened by a kiss. That kiss damned them to love the person who had administered it. To some Valkyries it was a blessing, to instantly love the man they had been given to. But not all saw it that way, and not all took the potion. It was always left up to the individual Valkyrie to decide. Most chose not to take the potion, not wanting their love to be a manufactured illusion.
The love the potion infused the recipient with, was all consuming. The Valkyries afflicted with it, tended to devote their entire being to their husbands. It seemed a terrible way to live, to be under a man's thumb so completely. Lenneth glared at the potion, focusing all her hate on it in the moment.
Silmeria was also staring, Frei trying not to fidget under the sisters' gazes. And then the blonde was gesturing for the Goddess to approach her, Lenneth's lips setting into a disapproving line as Silmeria reached for the vial. "Such a small but powerful thing..." Silmeria mused, holding the vial up so it caught the light of the room. "Able to change the course of one's heart..."
Lenneth wanted to beg Silmeria not to take the potion, but knew it wasn't her decision. If the enchantment could make this aspect of Silmeria's future easier, who was she to begrudge her sister love? Even if that love was faked?
"Lord Rufus is a good man, is he not?" Silmeria asked, and Frei nodded.
"By all reports he is."
Silmeria uncorked the vial, holding it up to her nose to sniff the contents. "A good man.." She began to tip the vial over, the potion spilling not into her mouth, but onto the floor. Frei gasped and took a step forward, Lenneth putting out an arm to stop her. "Deserves better than manufactured love."
"Silmeria..."
"I will go to him without the enchantment." Silmeria announced. "If it is meant to be, he will earn my love over the course of our marriage."
"So be it." Frei sighed, and Lenneth nodded in approval. Silmeria then dropped the empty vial on the floor, her strength seeming to have left her. "It's been a long time since any Valkyrie has chosen to enter the enchanted sleep. I should not be surprised at your choice."
"No, you shouldn't." Silmeria had closed her eyes, leaning back in her seat.
"Sister...you should rest now. We have a long journey ahead of us, and will be leaving early in the morning."
"A good idea Lenneth." Silmeria said, keeping her eyes closed. It seemed if she could, she would sleep the night away in her chair. Lenneth hated to rouse her, but the Valkyrie was insistent that Silmeria get some sleep in an actual bed. As such, Lenneth and Frei both offered support to an unstable Silmeria, helping her walk to her bed. Silmeria was almost asleep the instant she laid down, Lenneth gazing down fondly at her as she smoothed back her hair.
"You should get some sleep too." Frei said. "You'll be leaving at first light..."
Lenneth nodded. They intended to leave as early as possible, wanting to put as much distance as they could between here and the vampire's camp. They all suspected that the vampires would make another attempt on Silmeria, and were desperate to keep that from happening. If there was one good thing about Silmeria's marriage to Rufus, it was that it would keep her far away from Brahms. And that notion gave Lenneth some small comfort, the Valkyrie retiring to her own bed chamber. She wouldn't have been able to sleep as easy as she did if Lenneth had known what disasters awaited them on the morrow.
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