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Book I: Link

Chapter 10- So Close yet So Far

A Ni No Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch Fanfiction

CRASH! BANG! CLANG!
A frustrated roar echoed against the stone walls, though the other occupant in the room paid no heed to the cacophony being made. His cold grey eye was watching his host with feigned interest and he sighed a bit. Here he goes again, Drummond mused as he settled further into the chair in an effort to get comfortable. Grimlock threw this tantrum at least twice a week.
“ FOUR YEARS!!!! Tell me why they have not been found in the last four years?!” Grimlock screamed. He was raging about his new nest, breaking anything that came in range with his hands and feet. “ And you, Drummond, how the hell could have they figured out about our plan to storm the elves?!”
“ I don’t know there, and they haven’t been found anywhere overseas. They’ve all but vanished into thin air.” Drummond hissed himself. He had been looking forward to casting judgement on Gascon himself. “ I’ve had my spies looking in every single major city and surrounding village on the five continents!” The bandit was beyond furious and he took a deep breath. “ We’ve been laying low ourselves for the last couple of years seeing as how they vanished into thin air off the evestan shores. A smart move as it kept us from razing every village and town to find them otherwise. They may think it safe enough to return soon. As for how they found out, keep in mind the guardian was bearing them to the briar when they overtook the force four years ago. That would have given them ample time to warn the elf king.”
Grimlock snarled at the mention of Dagaron. His own son had been slain by the elf king’s very hand. Grimlock wanted more than ever to get his claws on Amara. He would force her to bear him a son. A mage of her capabilities would produce strong heirs. He was going to brutalize that bitch when he had the chance.

Gascon groaned a bit as he felt Amara’s lips pressing into his neck sensually in an effort to wake him. “ Wife, I am even surprised you’re awake at the moment with as good as I put it to you last night.” he growled out, his brown eyes opening blearily as they looked down at his wife’s petite body. She was nude, as was he for that matter, and her soft, voluptuous form was nestled against his invitingly.
Amara chuckled sexily as her teeth worried the sensitive skin of his neck, and she reached up further to kiss him on the lips. “ You’ve had four years to build up my stamina husband, though I daresay I may have surpassed even your expectations.” she purred, her blue eyes sparkling as they met his tawny ones.
Gascon smirked even as he leaned in to kiss his wife. She was right about that. Amara had proven to be a more than apt pupil in the ways of pleasure if their wedding night had been any clue. Even last night, their four year anniversary, had been nothing short of…Gascon’s eyes went hot at the very thought. That smirk turned into a devilish smile as he turned to face her better and Gascon pulled Amara tight against him. If she was going to keep that up, then by all means Gascon was more than happy to accommodate. He could already feel the first stirrings of their mutual love and desire pooling between them.
“ Honey…” she whispered, her blue eyes looking up at him vulnerably. Gascon stiffened a little in surprise at the worry he could see etched into her features. “ I think it’s time for us to return to Cygnus. It’s been four and a half years since we’ve seen our families. Not only that but…” Amara shut her eyes a bit and hugged Gascon tightly. She had forgotten to use the contraceptive spell three months ago and Amara had recently figured out she was pregnant with their first child.
“ But what, love?” Gascon’s mood had quickly changed the minute he had felt her apprehension about something. “ Amara?”
“ It’s time, dearest...That’s all.” she said, smiling brightly. She wouldn’t tell him until they were safely ensconced in the palace. Amara purred happily as his lips caressed hers once more and she pulled Gascon over her. “ Now...About breakfast.”
Gascon chuckled even as she reached between them. " I'm guessing I'm on the menu?" He asked her, his eyes glowing brightly as he nestled himself between her hips.
" You're the main course." Amara replied, her voice husky with desire. She gasped as Gascon entered her smoothly on the first go and her head flew back against the pillows as they surrendered themselves over to their loving. Damn, Amara mused before all coherent thought left her, she was a very lucky woman to have landed Gascon. He instinctively knew everything she wanted whenever they made love, though she was sure their bond had something to do with it. It had only intensified over the last four years as their love for one another grew deeper than either thought possible.
" I think something sweet is in order this morning, wife." Gascon purred as he flexed into her gently.

The two were relatively silent as they ate their repast that morning, though Gascon knew there was something still bothering Amara. Well, he also had an inkling he knew what it was. He had noticed that her cycle had skipped the last three months, and despite being male, Gascon knew what that meant. Amara was pregnant and she was afraid to tell him yet. “ When did you want to send word to our parents that we’re coming back?”
“ We need to find out how things have been on the reason we fled in the first place. If the goblin activity has been on the rise, I’m worried about going back. There’s still the issue of the bandit who was out to kill you, love.” Amara retorted. “ If things have indeed settled down, we’ll leave then, but not a moment sooner.” Her eyes narrowed a little here. She wasn’t putting their child in danger if she could help it. Gascon was already clearing the dishes away in order to wash them and Amara flicked her fingers over to the broom as she grabbed her basket and her favorite scarf to put her hair up in as she walked out the door. She needed to go check on her vegetables and gather some herbs.

Gascon began making his way through the crowded streets of Ding Dong Dell, his brown eyes scanning the city out of habit to be sure no one was watching him intently, though the chances of anyone recognizing him was nill. He had cut his hair earlier this year when who could only be one of Drummond’s fences’ recognized him and the couple had been forced to kill the man in an effort to ensure his silence. Then again, that bastard had really pissed him off. He had wanted a full night indulging himself in his wife’s body; which Gascon was never allowing anyone but himself to do, in exchange for mum being the word that he had met the porcine prince. In fact, it had been Amara that had done him in for even suggesting it. Gascon shuddered a bit at the memory, as Amara’s already frightening anger had fed off of his own and that had made for a truly terrifying version of his wife. He had been much more careful to reign his temper in, as had she, since that incident. They had only needed to kill four people ever since they had set off, and every time it had been a matter of survival for the two of them. The last time this had happened, they had been waylaid by bandits as they traveled towards the Golden Grove to harvest some mushrooms that would keep their food stores up for a little while during the winter months. Despite having not been in a life or death fight in nearly three years, the two of them were still a deadly combination to reckon with. He sighed a little in his melancholy as he made his way to the post office and he smiled as the clerk gave him a friendly grin as he waved in greeting. “ Morning Thomas.” he said, tapping his fingers on the table a little bit.
“ Good morning, Swaine. How’s Tarrowlyn doing?” the post man asked amiably. He was obviously in very high spirits this morning.
“ Well enough. She’s been a bit under the weather, hence why she’s not here herself today. Is there any post for us?” Gascon asked. Swaine was the name he had been using as an alias for years even before he and Amara had married. Amara had adopted the name Tarrowlyn for herself, and Gascon had to admit it was a very lovely name. He would have to ask her later where she had gotten the idea to use it as her alias, Gascon mused as he looked behind him as the bell at the door tinged.
“ As a matter of fact, I got two letters and a pouch for the two of you. I’m guessing the wages from the potions Tarrowlyn sends out?” Thomas asked as he double checked everything. He sighed a little dreamily, and Gascon noticed that he had a look on his face that was speaking volumes of how happy he felt at that very moment.
“ The very same.” Gascon replied. “ You seem to be in very good spirits this morning, Thomas. Is it safe to assume you and Mary had a good morning?” The smirk at Gascon leveled on the postman earned him a laugh and Thomas shook his head a bit.
“ That’s beside the point, but Mary told me this morning she’s pregnant...The look of sheer joy in her eyes, the way her face lit up as she told me the news...I’ve been on cloud nine all morning, Swaine. I’m going to be a father, and I couldn’t be any happier. Nothing can rid me of this mood I think.” Thomas said a little dreamily as he thought of his expectant wife.
Gascon’s face sobered a little at the news, though he smiled none the less. How funny was it that their wives were pregnant at the same time? “ Well congratulations then! By all means then, treat yourself to a pint or two on me once you get out of work today.” Gascon exclaimed jovially, shoving a few guilders into the man’s palm. “ I would join you, but I do need to be gathering everything else I need for Tarrowlyn today, and then be heading home. Thank you, by the way.”
“ You’re welcome Swaine, though I should be thanking you. I’ll definitely grab that pint and toast it right back to you for allowing me the pleasure of enjoying it.” Thomas barked out with a laugh.
Gascon laughed in return as he exited the post office and immediately the somberness he had felt a moment ago settled over him again. How would Amara look when she finally broke the news to him? What was she waiting for? By the ancients, he hoped he didn’t have to tell her that he had figured her out already, though the look would probably be on her face was worth the option. They still managed to tease one another, though much more playfully now, despite the fact that they had made their peace long ago. It kept them both on their toes with one another.
Smirking a little at the thought of getting the drop on his wife, Gascon looked at the letter that was addressed to him. Ah! It was from his father. Gascon had missed his family greatly over the last four years, though Marcassin had chanced a visit last year around his birthday and his eyes scanned the letter with sheer joy. Vigo and Therese had just returned from visiting Cygnus the week before and Percivical had made mention that the goblin activity was only spiking minimally near Uzrathane. There had not been another attack since the horde had descended on Galaniath.
At last, he and Amara could consider returning home! Oh how he had missed everyone, though his thoughts immediately turned to their dwarven friend. Gascon wondered how Tarin had fared in the last four years and he chuckled. More than likely, the dwarf was still hunting, still drinking, and still booming in his happiness if the prince knew his friend well enough. And more than likely still chasing the woman folk as well. Gascon thought with a chuckle as he shook his head. Yes, he was definitely going to enjoy seeing all of their friends and family again. Gascon felt a surge pass through him at this thought and he began hurrying for the marketplace to gather everything his wife had asked for. Pregnant women sure do ask for the strangest things when their cravings come upon them. he thought with a laugh. He wanted to hurry back to their cottage so that he could give Amara the news.

Amara was relishing in the warmth surrounding her as she soaked in the tub. Her hand gently smoothed over the generous little bump that was already forming and her blue eyes softened at the sight. “ I love you already you know…” she whispered into the empty room. “ I haven’t told your father yet, but I know for certain that he’s going to be ecstatic to know you’re coming in the next few months.” Amara stiffened in her bath as she suddenly felt Gascon’s presence back on the island and she jumped out of the tub. She needed to dress before he saw her! When they made love, she was able to divert his attention, but he was sure to figure it out if he had a chance to really gaze at her for an extended length of time! Amara toweled herself off as fast as she could and threw her dress over her head. Thank the gods she had already pulled her vest over her sleeves in forethought.
Gascon hurriedly burst through the door and he set the bottomless bag on the table in a hurry. He already knew where his wife was. “ Amara! I received word back from my father!” he called out to her.
Amara was just in the midst of tying her vest when she burst from the bathroom. “ Well?! What did he say?!” she exclaimed, her blue eyes wide in her excitement.
“ Everything has settled down. We can go back! We can stop at Hamelin on the way back to Evesta and Cygnus to visit my parents, and Marcassin, and from there we can see your grandparents, Tarin…” he rambled, his brown eyes alight. He grabbed his wife by the shoulders and he pulled her close. “ Amara, we don’t have to live in exile any longer, out of contact any longer! Sweetheart, it’s finally over!”
Amara’s arms flew around Gascon’s neck and he spun her in their mutual elation. “ Oh darling! Finally! We need to pen a few letters to let everyone know we’re coming home!” Amara squealed in delight as she rushed over to the writing desk. She felt Gascon turn her around and his lips pressed to hers in his happiness, his arms wrapping tight around her as their love washed over him. Amara purred herself in her joy and her eyes closed as Gascon deepened their kiss. Oh, if he kept that up, she was going to ravish him…
Gascon smirked against Amara’s lips and he chuckled a bit as he felt her hands fly down his shirt. “ What about those letters, love?” he purred in question, though he already knew what Amara was getting ready to say.
“ They can wait for later.” Amara whispered heatedly against his lips. “ Not only that, you made the mistake of getting dressed in front of me this morning in your haste to get into town.”
Gascon had learned shortly after their marriage that Amara loved to watch him dress, for even though he was taking care in putting his clothing on Amara saw the opposite nine times out of ten. She had explained that she could just picture his hands doing everything in reverse and it got her hot every single time. Amara really couldn't help it if she found the way he dressed sexy though. She loved and took great relish in pinning her husband to the bed and ripping all the clothing he had just put on away from him as well, though secretly Gascon loved it when Amara did such a thing. It was sexy to see her get so riled up in that manner.
Forgoing the buttons, Amara pulled both lapels of his shirt apart roughly, sending the fastenings flying in all directions across the main room of the cottage as her husband quickly propped her up on the kitchen table. It had certainly seen it's fair share of action in the last four years from the two occupants of the cozy little home.
Gascon groaned delightedly at the feeling that met him as he hiked Amara's dress up her sides. " No knickers, love?" he purred, his brown eyes alight as he hurriedly rushed to get his pants off. Why the hell were his fingers fumbling so badly with his belt? He had never had this much trouble getting undressed with her before. Pull, flick, pull, tug...There! Now that was out of the way.
" I was going to grab a fresh set from the bedroom." Amara replied with a blush. She had honestly forgotten to grab a pair before lounging in the bath and she had already kicked herself mentally in hindsight. Her embarrassment quickly left her as Gascon's talented fingers began teasing her. Damn how she loved and hated how easily he worked her up. " Gascon, don't leave me waiting." she growled out as she pulled him in by his shirt.
Gascon chuckled sexily and he captured Amara's lips in a slow, searing hot kiss that left her mind very addled indeed. Not that it took much to do so in her state of course. " Very well then, wife." he growled out sensually against her lips. Amara shuddered a little at hearing this, as it was another odd quirk of hers that he had come to learn over the years. Amara loved to hear him gruff and stern whenever they made love, however, this was something that came naturally to Gascon anyways. He happened to like how his voice sounded as he hissed delightedly into his wife's ear as he told her all the kinky little things she loved to hear before he brought her to climax. Hell, he had even entertained the idea of once casting second self on himself to see how Amara would react to that. There were some days where she was practically insatiable. Hell, if she wasn't pregnant, he'd entertain that very idea right now. It was oh so tempting.
Amara cried out in her rapture as Gascon hit bottom on the first thrust, her head flying backwards at the sensation. No matter how many times he took her, the bond they shared made their lovemaking beyond amazing. Amara felt everything her husband felt and vice versa. It had taken some getting used to, but they had mastered it quite well. Gascon had even used it to his advantage whenever Amara wasn't being all that forthcoming about how she wanted him in their bed. Despite the boldness they had shown in the weeks leading up to their marriage, Amara had retreated into a shyness after their wedding night. Gascon wouldn't stand for it however. It had taken more than a few conversations for him to get it through to his wife that she was more than welcome to tell him whenever the mood struck her. He would rather her do that as opposed to stewing in it and going cross eyed with need. After all, Gascon had no qualms in indulging her as she had done for him in the weeks leading to their rather sudden marriage. Though there was one thing Amara found endearing and maddening at the same time about her husband. Considering her half elven nature, he had taken to calling her rabbot. She certainly had the sex drive of one. " Gascon!" she groaned as he turned her over and bent her over the table. Holy hell, he was moving into his 'Mine' mode. Amara had quickly come to learn her husband had a jealous streak a mile wide if he caught another man even trying to flirt with his wife, even playfully. Gascon knew Amara would never leave him, hell, they were meant to be together as their bond proved this fact. It was just the idea of another man trying to take what was his that got him like this. Little did Amara know that it was the thought of casting Second Self that moved him into his mood.
Gascon didn't want to share Amara, not even with a copy of himself he was so covetous of her. " That's right, Amara. That's my name and I'm sure as hell going to have you screaming it by the time I'm done with you." he growled as his hips moved on automatic. Their loins were slapping together wetly now as Gascon thoroughly claimed his wife from behind and he was hunched over her, his hands were on either side of her head, his breath falling in harsh, breathy pants against her neck and ear, though Amara was too far gone to care at that point. " You are mine, Amara. There is no way in hell I will ever allow anyone but myself to know the sweetness you have to offer, the pleasure you give me..." Gascon propped himself to where he was straight up again and he grabbed both her hands and locked his fingers around her wrists, using this to pull her into his ardent stroke. " By the ancients, you bring me so much pleasure, Amara..." he whispered this near reverently now, though he hadn't slowed his jealous possession of her by any means. He wouldn't be able to take her like this for much longer either. Hell, he was already pushing the envelope as it was.
" Gascon!" Amara shrieked as she felt her husband rub that little spot that made her see stars. Her eyes were shut tight as Gascon kept hitting that spot, his hips rolling against hers in an effort to make her climax. " Love please!" She keened as she felt the first wave of her orgasm crash over her.
" Shit!" Gascon groaned as he felt Amara tighten around him and he felt lightning race down his spine heralding his own release. It didn't take him much to join her in bliss either. He panted as wrapped his arms around her and Amara lolled her head back into the crook of his neck. " By the gods above...I love you." He whispered against her ear. He could feel the love Amara held for him warming his heart even more. The only thing that would make this moment all the more perfect was if Amara came clean about her pregnancy.
Amara was considering just that, but in all honesty, she didn't want Gascon mothering her for the brief period they would be traveling again. And she knew he would too. She smiled and turned her head enough to lay a kiss on his cheek and she felt him smile at the contact. " I love you too, Gascon. More than either of will ever know probably."
“ I don’t know about that, love. However…” Gascon smirked as he scooped his wife into his arms and he hurriedly grabbed the seat of his pants to keep them from tripping him up. “ I think I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” he purred in her ear as he strode strongly for their bedroom.
Amara shrieked a little even as she laughed, her blue eyes closed in her mirth as Gascon kicked the door closed behind them.
They weren’t coming out for a while after all.

Vigo was pacing back and forth. He had received a letter from his eldest son about a week ago saying they would be arriving either today or the day after and he was watching the doors expectantly. A smile broke out onto his face as the trumpets blared announcing the arrival of someone of import and the doors opened a moment later.
Gascon sighed happily as he looked about the palace. It hadn't changed a bit.
" Gascon!" Vigo shouted from across the hall. The two men rushed towards one another and embraced happily. Vigo took a step back and held his son at an arm’s length as he looked him over. " I daresay the last four years have been good to you my son.”
Gascon’s skin had a healthy sun kissed glow to it, and his eyes were full of a light that hadn’t been there four years ago. Vigo could all but feel his son’s tone through his clothing which made it was obvious that Gascon had been doing something labor intensive. " They have been, but for completely different reasons." Gascon replied, looking over his shoulder to Amara.
" Please tell me four years was long enough to cure the both of you of your incessant fighting and bickering." Vigo groaned out. He wasn't sure if he could put up with it if they hadn't.
Amara curtsied gracefully as Gascon brought her toward his father. " Your majesty." She said softly by way of greeting.
" Princess Amara Debrotane." Vigo replied, bringing her left hand up to kiss it as was custom between royals. His eyes fell on Amara's wedding band and he looked between her and his son curiously. Sure enough, a matching band was sitting on Gascon's finger as well.
Amara was smirking as she tried to hold her laughter in. " With all do respect, your majesty, it has been Moritan for the last four years." She said with a mischievous smile.
Vigo looked between the two of them in a state of shock. " When? Why didn't you tell us sooner?" He demanded, though he was smiling broadly. When had they married of their own volition? It was obvious that they had made the choice themselves as opposed to waiting until they returned.
" We were bonded on the very night Galaniath was attacked father." Gascon said with a chuckle, even though his eyes went a bit hot as they rested on Amara. By the heavens, their wedding night had been something else. " I'm sure you understand what that entails."
Vigo nodded with a smile on his face. His and Percivical's plan had worked in the end. His face fell when he thought of how his wife and the evestan queen would react. " Your mothers are going to pitch a fit like a couple of wet hens. They've been planning your wedding for years." Vigo deadpanned. Oh Therese and Marion were going to be beyond upset with both of them. There was nothing for it now, and Vigo sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one to tell his wife that their son had eloped. " Welcome into the family, my dear."
" Thank you, your majesty." Amara said with another curtsy. " We're only visiting for a bit as you know. I'm eager to see my parents as well. Four and a half years is much too long to be out of contact."
" I'll say. Where is Marcassin at? I was hoping to see him as well as mother of course." Gascon said, happiness very evident on his face. He was eager to see if the young prince had finally sprouted a few inches or not, among other things.
" They're both in the sitting room I believe, if you'll follow me." Vigo said with a chuckle. " You'll be pleased to know that the goblin force that attacked Galaniath was all but obliterated once Percivical's and Dagaron's men were able to rally with the dwarves. Aden led the charge for Evesta and your friend Tarin led the dwarven troops."
" Are they both well?" Amara asked, her eyes brightening at the mention of her cousin and friend.
" Aden has sinced married, and he and his wife should be expecting their first child any day now. Tarin was here recently as well inquiring about the both of you, though I have no clue how he made it here as quickly as he did. Most ships take nearly a month to get here from the evestan shores. Thank the ancients for the travel spell. I told him that both of you would be returning to Cygnus soon enough." Vigo said, his brown eyes falling on both his son and daughter in law.
Amara's eyes were a bit downcast at the mention of her cousin's child. She had yet to tell Gascon that they were pregnant as well.
" What of the bandit who is after me?" Gascon inquired. The look in his eyes was tense and Amara could feel his uneasiness. Gascon felt her squeeze his hand comfortingly and he looked down to her with a smile. He would be lost without her most of the time if not for her calming influence.
" He wasn't found amongst the dead, though there is little chance he would have survived. Aden himself grievously wounded him." Vigo replied, a smirk on his face as he looked over to Amara. She had a proud gleam in her eyes. The emperor of Hamelin couldn’t remember the last time he had seen so much life in her eyes.
This did little to settle both their nerves, but Gascon and Amara forced their uneasiness down as they entered the sitting room where Therese was. The empress all but jumped to her feet and ran over to her eldest son, her arms flying around him in a tight embrace.
“ Gascon! By the ancients, I know your father and brother assured me the both of you were safe, but it didn’t ease my worries any less. Look at you! Amara, you’ve done an admirable job in keeping him taken care of.” Therese said kindly, her bright blue eyes falling on the evestan princess now.
“ Thank you, your majesty.” Amara said, blushing slightly as she curtsied. Oh the connotations that statement held, not that the empress needed to know that much of course.
" Where is Marcassin? I was hoping he would be here as well." Gascon said, his brow furrowed as he looked about the room for his younger brother.
" He went to the library a few minutes ago to grab something. He should be back any moment." Therese saw the young woman’s cheeks color slightly and she looked over to her son curiously at this point. “ Amara, would you please come with me a moment, my dear?” Therese said, though it was more of a demand than a request.
Amara felt her stomach turn and she fought to keep her breakfast down. “ Yes your majesty.” Amara blanched now. Oh by the heavens, this was not a time for her morning sickness to be kicking in!
Gascon felt Amara’s nervousness and he looked at her closely. She had suddenly gone pale. His wife surely couldn’t be afraid of his mother could she? He had seen her face down giants, a pack of wolivards, a nest full of goblins, and had helped her bring down Palisanther’s crazed mental phantom. He had followed her even when rescuing Tarin had seemed hopeless. Amara was the bravest woman he knew.
The two women left the room and Amara lurched forward a bit as the urge to vomit gripped her. Please, for the love of the ancients, let her find a bathroom first!
“ The closest bathroom is three doors up. I’ll wait here for you, and then you and I are going to have a little chat, Amara.” Therese said, smirking. There was something going on here and the empress fully intended to find out.
Amara didn’t need to be told twice as she took off at a city, her dress billowing out behind her due to her speed. The door slammed shut and Therese looked to the door curiously after a few minutes. Surely Amara didn’t have a weak stomach due to nerves, did she?
Amara panted heavily as she jostled the handle to flush the toilet. She had missed plumbing over the last four and a half years. The evestan princess shakily got to her feet and she walked over to the sink to rinse her mouth. She hated this! It wasn’t morning sickness, it was morning, noon, and night sickness! It took her a few moments, but Amara finally rejoined the empress back in the hallway.
“ Are you alright child?” Therese asked, worried now. Her blue eyes were full of concern as she placed her hand over Amara’s forehead to check to see if she had a fever.
“ It’s a long story, your majesty.” Amara said, bringing her hand up to gently remove Therese’s. Her eyes were alight with happiness as the empress’ orbs fell on her wedding band in shock. “ One that’s only just beginning however.”
Therese gasped, and tears filled her eyes. “ Amara, surely you don’t mean…” she began.
“ Let’s find a more private room to talk and I’ll explain everything.” Amara said, smiling softly. She giggled a bit as her mother in law grabbed her wrist and began moving as swiftly as she could towards the nearest room.

Vigo and Gascon entered his father’s study and Gascon’s eyes glazed over in remembrance. He used to love sitting in the chair by the window and look over the city as a young boy. The clink of glasses drew Gascon from his reverie and he looked over to where his father was pouring them both a healthy glass of his prized cognac.
“ Amara’s pregnant, father.” Gascon said, smiling softly. “ I think she’s waiting until we reach Cygnus to tell me herself. I just thought that before we leave for Evesta you may want to know that you’re going to be a grandfather.”
Vigo looked at Gascon with surprise. “ Are you certain?”
“ Positive. I’ve been living side by side with her for the last four and a half years. She’s like clockwork, if you catch my drift of course.” Gascon said with a chuckle. He closed his eyes even as happy tears sprung to them. “ Add the nausea, dizziness, and sensitivity that she can’t explain why she has, the little bit of weight she’s put on recently, and that I’ve been learning more about the healing arts from her. So yes, I know for a fact she’s pregnant.”
" How do you feel about it?" Vigo questioned him, his eyes boring into his son's back now. Gascon had once said when he was younger that he never wanted to be a father, then again, he had also said that after getting into an argument with Vigo and had said it out of spite.
Gascon turned to his father with that same soft smile on his face. " Ecstatic. I'll be happy if it's a boy or a girl, but I'm hoping beyond hope that we have a daughter." Gascon replied softly, even as he imagined the little girl he had always longed for once again.
Vigo clapped his son on the shoulder and handed him the glass of cognac he had poured. “ My lips are sealed then.” he said with a smirk.
Gascon took a drink and grunted appreciatively at the burn. He hadn’t had a good stiff drink in years. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked to Vigo. “ There was one other matter I wanted to speak with you about, father. The matter of a spell you and his majesty placed on the scroll containing mine and Amara's marriage contract..."

“ What do you mean the two of you have been married for the last four years?!” Therese exclaimed.
“ Gascon and I were bonded during the autumn equinox four years ago, your majesty...It wasn’t so much a choice as it was outside interference.” Amara explained gently. She and Gascon could have decided not to dance despite the urge they had both felt, but she wasn’t about to tell that to her husband’s mother. Then again, she had never heard of the call ever being resisted before either. Maybe it wasn’t possible to do such a thing. “ Things happen for a reason, your maj…”
“ Therese, Amara. You’re a grown woman and my son’s wife.” the empress said, her eyes twinkling a bit. “ And just because you both went and eloped doesn’t mean your mother and I can’t have the wedding we’ve been planning for the last four years. Official ceremony and all of course.”
“ Well, unless we can have that wedding the moment we return to Cygnus, it’s going to have to wait, Therese. I’m pregnant.” Amara said, smiling a bit shyly. Her hand came to rest over her womb and Amara rubbed it a bit tenderly. She didn’t care if it was a boy or girl either way, the only thing she cared about was that the baby was born healthy and safely, with all ten fingers and toes of course. “ I’ve been using a contraceptive spell for the last several years, but I forgot it a few months ago when I was supposed to have cast it again. I’m fairly certain I conceived just before my birthday.”
Therese pulled Amara into a tight hug and Amara felt tears hit her shoulder. “ You have no idea how happy this news is...Does Gascon know yet?” Therese asked her.
“ No. I’ve been taking care to hide my symptoms from him for the most part. I won’t let the cat out of the bag until we’re back safe in Cygnus.” Amara replied, shaking her head for a moment. “ I don’t need him constantly mothering me while we’re traveling...Not only that, I’m a bit terrified to tell him to be honest.”
“ I was the same way at first when I found out I was pregnant with Gascon. Vigo and I were mostly strangers to one another when we were married, and I got pregnant shortly after we were wed. I didn’t know the kind of man he was at the time, but it was when I told Vigo he was going to be a father that I fell in love with him. I remember the soft, almost reverent look in his eyes and he drew me into his embrace. Vigo told me that was the greatest gift he could ever receive and that he was forever grateful to me for bearing his child.” Therese smiled softly as she recanted the memory and Amara sighed a bit. That was terribly romantic. Who knew the emperor could be such a softy? “ Gascon can be a little rough around the edges most of the time, but both of us know he’s a good man like his father. I promise you, you have nothing to fear from your husband concerning your unborn child Amara.”
Amara sighed a bit. She still felt nervous, only to feel Gascon’s comforting love wash over her heart in an effort to soothe her. Being bonded certainly had its advantages.
Are you alright? My mother hasn't been harrowing you has she? Gascon's voice was mirthful as he spoke between their minds. That had been something else they had been perfecting over the last four years was their uncanny telepathic link. Amara wasn’t sure if this was part of the bonding or not, but it came in very, very useful when things didn’t need to be said aloud.
I'm fine, honey...Your mother fussed for all of two minutes when she found out we were married. Now my mother and father on the other hand....That's got me worried...Amara replied. She paled a bit at how she was going to drop the news on all three of them that she was going to have a baby.
" You'll be fine Amara. Marion has been wanting a grandchild for the last few years." Therese said kindly. She laughed at the look of shock on her daughter in law’s face and she patted Amara’s hands in a motherly fashion. She had known the younger woman her entire life after all.
" How did you know what I was thinking?" Amara asked her, surprised at her insightfulness.
Therese chuckled and patted her daughter in law's hands again before taking them in her own this time. " There is a certain look a woman gets when she realizes she has to tell her parents she's pregnant...I've had that particular expression twice in my lifetime." The empress replied fondly as she chuckled again, giving Amara’s fingers a light squeeze. " Let us see if we can find where Marcassin got to. This way the five of us can sit down to tea and you and Gascon can tell us about the adventures the two of you had."
Amara smiled. " I like the sound of that." Amara said in agreement. She still had the mickey to tease out of her brother now. She owed him for interrupting their wedding night.

Grimlock was called before Vana and he came to a stop before her throne. " You summoned me my queen?" He purred.
" The elf wench and the human. What news have you of them?" Vana demanded. She stepped lightly off of her throne as she walked over to the goblin before her.
" Drummond received word from his spies in Hamelin that they stopped to see the royal family there just today. That and they will be arriving outside of Cygnus in the morning." Grimlock sneered nastily. His yellow eyes were glittering menacingly at the prospect of finally getting his claws on that elfin bitch.
" I want them brought before me, alive. Am I understood Grimlock?" She ordered.
" Yes, oh Witch of the Void. I will pass the news off to Drummond now so that he might prep his team to capture them." The warlord said, though his tone promised violence.
Vana looked down at the goblin before her. " Come, warlord. You have earned the favor of your queen." She said, her tone unmistakable. Her golden eyes were glittering themselves as Grimlock looked up to her in surprise. " Was I not clear?"
Grimlock got to his feet and smiled near ferally. Forget raping the elf, he would do his damndest to impregnate his queen instead. " You were crystal clear, my queen. I am but your humble servant to command."
Vana smirked. " Then come, warlord." She cooed, her voice washing over him like a siren's call.

Drummond was watching the path to the city gates of Cygnus expectantly. They were supposed to be arriving any minute now. Without warning, a young man and woman appeared on the path and the woman took in the sight before her as if she hadn't looked upon it in many a year.
" Gascon, look! We're finally in the home stretch!" She cried happily.
" I know Amara. I've missed it too. Four years was much too long. After we get settled in, we may want to go see your grandfather." Gascon replied, joy evident in his voice. He hadn't realized how much he had missed the Evestan capital until just now. He couldn't wait to see Aden again. By the ancients, he wanted to tie one on with his old friend in celebration of his new child. Gascon's eyes turned to Amara softly here and he smiled lovingly at her in his joy. Now if only Amara would hurry up and come clean already.
" Come on lazybones!" Amara said playfully, grabbing her husband by the hand and both began running for the city entrance.
" Now!" Drummond ordered, his eyes glinting maliciously. Vana had ordered both of them brought before her alive. That didn't mean that he couldn't ask her to let him kill the prince before her. The goblin witch loved to watch duels to the death.
Gascon and Amara were stopped dead in their tracks when they were ambushed by over a dozen men.
" Amara! Get the hell out of here!" Gascon ordered, his eyes wide with fright for her and their unborn child. He watched in dismay as Amara's hands were quickly immobilized to prevent her casting abilities and Gascon pulled his gun from his hip.
Five shots rang out in quick succession and three of the men struggling with the princess were on the ground dead before you could blink. Amara's eyes narrowed as she concentrated on a quick burst of fire. She only needed to trace a small rune with her fingers for the most part now a days. Her bonds quickly gave way and Amara summoned her sabre to her hand. She needed to be on the defensive for this fight. Amara couldn't risk anything happening to her or the baby.
Gascon quickly put himself between the attacking force and his wife. " Amara what are you waiting for?! Get the hell out of here while I cover you!" He demanded, his eyes full of fear for her safety. Gascon would never forgive himself if anything happened to her or their child.
" We're in this together Gascon! Your burdens are mine as well, remember?!" Amara shot back. " I'm not leaving your side, period. We either leave together now, or we fight together. Simple as that." Her eyes were narrowed in determination and her jaw was set stubbornly.
" I am not going to suffer this bastard a third time Amara. He poses a threat to our family and I am not going to stand idly by to allow him another opportunity." Gascon hissed, quickly turning and dodging a sword stroke that Amara parried with her blade. Again, Gascon placed himself between her and the danger before them.
" We're outmatched here Gascon. I won't be able to keep up with fifteen on two odds. On top of that, you don't have your sword!" Amara growled out, quickly ducking before she was hit by club wielding assailant.
" I know that already wife! That's why I told you to run!" Gascon retorted hotly, his gun flashing four more times as he was able to fell two more. His attention was quickly diverted from his wife to the fight before them and his blood ran cold when he heard Amara scream in terror.
" I suggest, your highness, that you stand down now. Not unless you want her blood pooling around your feet." Drummond sneered as he held a blade to Amara's neck none too gently.
" Let her go. Your hatred is for my father and I, not her. Let my wife go and I'll come with you willingly." Gascon said placatingly. " Please, just don't hurt her. I beg you."
" Bind both of them tightly and bring the wagon around. We need to transport them to Vana alive after all. Make sure the woman's hands are bound as fists to where she can't move nary a finger. She's gotten more proficient with the dwarven wand she bears." Drummond ordered, though his eyes were leveled on Gascon in disgust. " I was hoping to tell the goblin queen you put up such a fight that my hand was forced. Pity...I was looking forward to leaving your body as a message for the emperor and the king."
Gascon's eyes were narrowed hatefully up at Drummond as he and Amara were forced to their knees. " I won't give you the pleasure of my death, blackguard!" He spat. " If so much as a single hair on her head is harmed, you had better believe that I will find a way to kill you where you stand."
Amara's hands were completely immobilized and she struggled ineffectually in her captor's grasp. " Gascon. Whistle! Hurry!" She called to him. There was a chance they could escape yet!
Gascon whistled shrilly, though he knew it would take the guardian a day or two to catch up to them at this point. He was suddenly gagged, as was Amara, and the two were blindfolded as well. This wasn't good in the slightest.

Amara and Gascon were forced to lay in the back of a covered wagon for hours on end, neither knowing just how long they were kept that way. Gascon could feel Amara’s sheer terror rolling off of her in waves, though he knew that fear was for the safety of the babe she carried in her womb. They should have just left yesterday as planned, but Gascon had missed his family greatly over the last four years and now he was feeling guilty that they had stayed longer than they should have.
Don’t blame yourself for this, my love. They were waiting for us. There is little we could have done to avoid this, other than staying at the cottage of course. Amara said to him through their link. She could feel his self hatred and remorse for putting them in this situation. I was the one who insisted it was time to return after all.
And with good reason Amara...I know you’re with child...Gascon admitted. He fought back a chuckle at the unadulterated shock he felt from her. I’ve known since you missed a second cycle two months ago. Did you honestly think I wouldn’t notice something like that? You’ve never been late in the four years we’ve been together, sweetheart. I honestly hope we can escape before we reach wherever they’re taking us. I have a bad feeling about this.
You and I both, darling. I can’t promise that I won’t fight, but I’ll promise to be careful...As soon as I’m able to, I’m whisking us back off to Russet, pregnancy be damned. I won’t allow any harm to befall any of us. Amara felt Gascon moving a bit towards her and she scooted a bit herself in an effort to reach him. She needed his comfort right now.

Palisanther was sniffing about his territory when he heard a faint, but shrill whistle on the wind. His ears twitched a bit even as joy filled him. When had Amara and Gascon returned? He began bounding off for the south, his green eyes wide in excitement. More than likely they were just outside of Cygnus.

The wagon came to a stop and Gascon went on full alert. He could hear footsteps coming their way.
" You certainly work quickly, Drummond." Came a rough, gravelly voice.
" You're lucky I was able to set up the ambush in time, Grimlock. Even then, they still killed five before they were apprehended." Drummond replied snarkily. He wanted Gascon dead so that he could get revenge for his son.
Gascon bristled a bit here. How had they known they were going to be arriving that morning?
" Where's the elf bitch at?" Grimlock snarled. He wanted a look at the woman who stole his family's prize from them.
Both Amara and Gascon stiffened at this and Gascon forced himself up. He wasn't letting that bastard near his wife if he could help it.
" They're both bound and gagged in the back. We should keep moving however. We're still in the kingdom's territory." Drummond replied. " When we reach her majesty's keep we'll have all the time in the world to make the both of them suffer."
Grimlock nodded and he looked to the men driving the wagon. " Let's move!"
Gascon wobbled a bit as the wagon lurched forward and he rolled a bit so that he wouldn't hurt himself. Amara turn over and scoot over as close to me as possible. I'm going to attempt to loosen your bonds. He said to her. If they weren't going to keep an eye on them, that was their problem.
Let's wait a bit for that. I don't want to chance it at this moment. Amara replied nervously. She did not like the tone Grimlock had used referring to her at all.

Palisanther reached the area in which he could smell Amara's and Gascon's scents that night and the great cat scowled a bit. There had been blood spilt here. His eyes went wide in realization and the guardian bounded northwards when he caught a familiar scent amongst the others. It was the human that had made the deal with the goblins four years ago! They were in danger and had been calling for help! I need to get Tarin! He thought in a panic. He took off at full speed for Uzrathane now, his green eyes narrowed dangerously. There was going to be hell to pay!

Amara woke as the carriage lurched to a stop once again, more than likely to allow the men driving and walking to rest. Gascon...wake up darling. We stopped again. She said through their link. It was proving to be highly invaluable at the moment considering they were both gagged.
I know. I've been awake for the last hour. They're going to make camp for the day. I don't know if we can expect any time out of this carriage. He sounded worried beyond worried as he spoke to her. Gascon wasn’t worried...He was terrified.

Tarin was patrolling his sector personally as the goblin activity had been off the charts as of late. There was something going down and the dwarf prince fully intended to find out what it was. He crouched low to the ground when he got the feeling he wasn’t alone and Tarin prepped both his ax and hammer. Whoever was here with him had better be a friendly otherwise the dwarf wouldn’t take any prisoners. Tarin tensed as he readied himself to attack, and he leapt from his hiding spot with a battle cry. His green eyes went wide as he was tackled to the ground by a massive set of paws and there was a set of snarling teeth in his face.
Tarin! You ax happy sod, it’s me! Palisanther growled out irately. He had felt the dwarf’s malcontent first before recognizing his scent.
“ Beggin’ your pardon, Palisanther. Things have been tense here on the mountain for the last week. There have been many an attempted goblin raid on the city gates. If’n you wouldn’t mind…” Tarin said sheepishly.
Palisanther nodded, though there was something visibly weighing on the guardian of the mountain. He moved back enough to allow the dwarf to stand and Tarin looked at the great cat consideringly.
“ What has happened? I’ve known you long enough to know that there is something bothering you, Palisanther.” Tarin said, his tone terse.
Amara and Gascon returned yesterday to the Evestan shores. I heard Gascon’s whistle, thinking that they were calling me for a reunion, and when I found where their scent last there was evidence of a battle. I also smelled someone else familiar...The human that allied himself with the goblins had been there as well. Palisanther explained, his own green eyes narrowed. I have yet to hear another whistle to alert me in the direction in which they are headed, but I fear the worst yet.
Tarin’s eyes went wide with worry for his two friends. “ Drummond is the one who ambushed them?! He’s out for Gascon’s life! Palisanther, we must make haste to find them. Is there any chance of tracking their scent?”
Palisanther shook his head. Their trail as gone cold. More than likely they are being transported in some sort of vehicle. I can’t even track the humans that ambushed them any longer due to how much time has passed by. That’s why I came to get you, ranger. I know full well how good your tracking skills are.
Tarin smirked. He was the best in these parts and he knew it. “ What are we waiting for then?” Tarin said. “ I’ve got hunting to do. First things first however…”
Palisanther nodded. Hop on and I’ll take you into the city before we get moving. he said, lowering down to allow the dwarf on. We need to hurry however. I know I said it once, but I have a very uneasy feeling about all this. The one you call Drummond may still be allied with the goblins, and we both know that my former captor is less than pleased with Amara.
Tarin nodded. “ Let’s go with much haste then.” he said, his eyes narrowed in his worry.

Gascon was listening intently to the conversation and he stiffened a bit when the topic turned to them. Amara, sweetheart I know you’re not doing too good at the moment, but they’re going to let us out to eat. Do we make our move now or wait until they think they’ve truly got us?
Amara was silent for a good couple of moments, though she was groaning in her discomfort. Her morning sickness was upon her again. We’ll wait. I want you to whistle again for Palisanther however. He may need a refresher on our location. You need to tell them that I need to seek some privacy as soon as possible. There’s no stopping what’s coming and I don’t think they want to witness it...Amara replied. More than likely the moment they removed the gag she was going to lose the little bit she had eaten that day.
Noted love. Gascon replied.
“ Your highnesses…” Drummond sneered. “ We’re going to remove the gags and blindfolds, so please do try to be polite.”
Gascon was the first to have his restrictions lessened and he looked over to Amara worriedly. “ Do what you will to me, just please leave my wife out of this! She’s with child for heaven’s sake!” Gascon pleaded.
Drummond’s face softened ever so slightly at this revelation. He was a father himself after all and understood the desire for a husband to protect his wife in her most vulnerable state. So they were in the family way? That was more than likely the reason they had returned. “ I see...Very well, I will not allow the princess to be harmed, but that is all you will get from me. My quarrel is with you and your father after all. The sickness is upon her now?”
Gascon nodded and he felt the ties around his wrist fall away.
“ You’re disarmed for the most part and the both of you are sorely outnumbered. If you know what’s best, you won’t start any altercations. Your wife however will still have her bonds on her hands. I won't have her using her magic to whisk you off now that I've captured you." Drummond hissed.
Gascon nodded and helped Amara from the carriage. She looked more than a little worse for wear. " Easy love. Once your stomach settles we'll get you some water and dry bread." Gascon said soothingly, rubbing her back gently as he guided her off into the tree line. There was no way in hell he was going to chance an escape right now with Amara feeling as ill as she was anyways.
Drummond’s eye softened a bit more at the thought of how doting a husband the prince was to his wife. He had meant what he said. Drummond would not allow any of the goblins present; Grimlock included, to harm Amara, consequences be damned. Children were the ultimate innocents after all.

Amara gasped as tears streamed down her face. “ I hate this…” she groaned miserably.
“ It’s worth it in the end love.” Gascon whispered as he pressed a kiss into her temple. He didn’t say anything to Amara, but he sincerely hoped he lived to see the birth of their child. There was a chance, however slim, that he wouldn’t.
“ Don’t even doubt yourself Gascon. We’re going to get through this together, do you hear me?” Amara seethed, her eyes narrowed on her husband seriously.
Gascon smiled a bit and nodded. “ Of course love. Forgive this husband for his worries.” he chuckled. “ Are you feeling well enough to head back near the carriage?”
Amara nodded and she gave her husband a loving smile. “ You seem rather happy to know you’re going to be a father. I thought you hated kids.”
“ I grew up, Amara. I was a mere slip of a boy myself when I said that. And as for knowing that particular bit of news, happy isn’t the word for it. I’ve been on cloud nine since I figured it out, current situation notwithstanding of course.” Gascon replied. “ I love you, Amara.”
“ I love you too Gascon. Always.” Amara affirmed as Gascon dipped down to kiss her sweetly.

Drummond was watching them and he sighed a bit. He didn’t want to leave the princess a widow, but there was no staying his vengeance. “ Back this way if you please your highnesses.” he called to them.
Gascon steadied Amara as they walked back over. “ You’re an honorable man despite your current company, Drummond. There’s no need to take such a course as this.” Gascon said, his brown eyes meeting the other man’s silver one.
“ Not until my Frederick has been avenged.” Drummond hissed.
Gascon didn’t let his surprise show at the name, but there was only one Frederick that had served time in the dungeons and he hadn’t been put to death...His father preferred to allow the prisoners to honestly turn over a new leaf. The only ones that were put to death were the ones who had done something that could honestly not be atoned for, such a rape or murder. If this was indeed the right man, then Drummond needed to hear the truth. He wouldn’t tip his hand yet however.
What are you planning husband? Amara asked him through the link. She had felt his grip tighten a bit at the name of Drummond’s son.
You’ll see, love. There is a very good chance I’ll get out of this alive yet. he replied. Not only that, they haven’t completely disarmed me. My wand is up my sleeve. I’m going to keep a low profile for now, let them think what they will of course, but I’ll strike when they’re least expecting. I don’t think they know I can use magic. And with you constantly exuding your magic…
I’m masking you! Brilliant darling! Amara praised him, her eyes going wide with hope. Get ready to whistle...I’m going to give you a reason…
Gascon smirked and shouted in mock dismay as Amara tripped. He caught her before she tumbled, and he eased her to the ground to look it over. Gascon shook his head in exasperation and whistled high at the swelling that was already building. “ Easy dear, that’s a nasty sprain.” he said, rubbing her ankle a bit. She had actually tweaked a bit with her fall.

Palisanther came to a skidding halt the moment he heard Gascon’s whistle again. That wasn’t far from here! Why are they heading north? We can catch up to them by morning if I run through the night again. Palisanther exclaimed.
“ The keep…” Tarin whispered to himself. There had been whispers lately that the goblins had been more active due to their queen and that she wasn’t too far off from here. “ We’re not going to rescue them right away...I want to know where they’re going and then get help. If it’s where I think it is, we’re going to need it.”
Palisanther nodded and took off back on course to rendezvous in secret with their friends. Time was of the essence now.

Amara was aware that Grimlock was snarling on the sidelines as she and Gascon stood a fair ways away. Well, these pregnancy symptoms were useful for something. The three days they had been traveling had been nothing short of tense when two goblins grew upset with Amara’s frequent stops and made to attack the unarmed and bound woman as she recovered from her wave of nausea as Gascon had been left in the wagon at Grimlock’s directive. The thief would not allow anyone else but himself and her husband to handle the pregnant princess. Drummond had shot them dead without hesitation, which in turn had caused dissention between he and the goblin warlord.
Now to just keep that up...she thought to herself. Amara was determined to get the two of them to snap before they reached their destination.

Gascon was holding Amara as the two of them rested away from the rest of the traveling group. Drummond had been giving him a little more freedom whenever they would make camp. He was leaning against a tree and Amara was sleeping against his chest. Drummond had only untied her hands long enough to allow her to move them from back to front and from there had bound her once more.
Amara mumbled a bit in her sleep and without warning she bolted straight up as she looked into the treeline behind her. She smiled at the oak they were against and then to Gascon. “ We have company. They’re going to follow us, but they won’t chance making a move right now. The odds are still too great...I think we need to tone down the discord a bit so that we can get to where they want.”
Gascon leaned in close as if he was getting ready to kiss her. “ Please tell me that you’re referring to who I think you are.” he begged.
“ A certain red haired friend of ours plus an overgrown kitten.” Amara whispered against his lips. She could use some of his other comforts, but there was no way in hell she was doing that here and now. She didn’t want an audience. For as many kinks Amara had come to learn she had; her love of hearing Gascon talk dirty being the most prominent of course, Amara was not an exhibitionist.
Gascon could feel his wife’s need for him starting to settle over both of them. Well, there wasn’t anything for it. It wasn’t as if he could whisk her further into the tree line. They were being watched from all sides at this point. Damn if he couldn’t use a tumble with her himself though.
Well, all good things to those who wait.
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