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Treason	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**Installment 9**

King Asadar spoke quietly with his own advisors. “If Goryn marries Caellia he will in essence control the light elves. I do not wish this to happen. He will then rival my own power. We must not let him have Caellia.”

“But how are we going to stop him? Besides, right now he doesn’t have Caellia, Nathavin does.” His chief advisor mentioned. Hontas didn’t follow his King’s line of thinking. As of right now, Nathavin had Caellia not Goryn, although this too had its own disadvantages. “Sir, I respectfully suggest that we allow Goryn to bring her back, and honor our agreement.”

“No, I will not have Goryn rival me in power!” Asadar clenched his fist in fury. “He will bring Caellia back, but he won’t keep her. She will be my queen and I will control the light elves.” He scowled darkly into the night from the window in the war room, “Then I shall deal with Nathavin.”

Hontas looked at Asadar in disbelief. His King thought Goryn sought to rival his own power? That was ridiculous, everybody who wasn’t blind could see that Goryn loved Caellia and only wanted to marry her out of love. The so called ‘control’ was a mere technicality so that he could send his troops to protect her homelands. Sighing slightly he set out to set in motion the plan his King had lain out.

*****

Caellia woke up stiff and sore. She heard shuffling about the room and immediately froze. There was a knock on the door and she heard Nathavin curse lightly in his own native tongue before he answered the door. A few seconds later she heard him exit the hut. She counted her heartbeats for several long minutes before she got up and stretched her tired muscles. Looking about the room while she stretched, she spied a map scroll. Taking a furtive glance at the door, she quickly grabbed the scroll and took a glance to see where they were. Her eyes widened when she realized that if they continued to make the same speed today as the previous days they would reach Goddard before nightfall. She quickly rolled the map back up and placed it back in its place. She continued to stretch slightly for a few minutes, wincing at the pain in her right shoulder. By Eva those arrows hurt!

She jumped slightly as the door opened and Nathavin strode into the hut. “Well, looks like you’re up.” He casually handed her a small plate of some kind of cooked meat. “Eat, we leave soon for my castle.” He watched as she gingerly reached out and took the plate from him. He didn’t miss the slight twitch in her right arm as she took the plate from him. Frowning, he took the plate back from her and set it on the bed before pulling her to him to examine her shoulder. “You must not use this arm Caellia.” He allowed her to pull away from him.

“I’m fine.” Why was he acting so calm this morning? It was almost as if the events of last night had not taken place. She picked the food up and sat down on the padded mat that had served as her bed and began to eat slowly. It took almost everything she had to ignore him as he stood and watched her for a few minutes. Why isn’t he leaving, she wondered. The minutes ticked on as she became lost in her thoughts. She had faced dozens of enemies and had been placed in far worse situations than this, why was she acting this way around him?

Nathavin watched as she delicately nibbled on the meat he’d handed her. She had clearly dismissed him. Last night he would’ve been angered by her attitude, this morning he simply found it amusing. He’d been furious with her for attempting to leave. Oh he had known that she would try to leave, he expected nothing less and would have been disappointed if she hadn’t have at least tried. It was the simple fact that she had panicked and had forced him into shooting her that he’d gotten so angry about. He’d gone through a lot of trouble to find her; he wasn’t going to let her get hurt or killed. She was his means of ruining the light elves.

Caellia finished her meal and silently set the plate to the side as she contemplated standing up. She watched as he picked the plate up off the mat and passed it to someone outside the door. He walked back to where the bandages were and picked them up and started to come back to her. She sent him a frosty glare, “No. I will do it myself.”

Nathavin laughed slightly, “How? You have only one good arm Caellia; it takes two to wrap a bandage properly.”

“Then have a healer do it,” came Caellia’s retort. She wasn’t going to back off of this. She hated him. She hated him for the way he made her feel. She hated him for being stronger than she was. She hated him because he had shot her. Her blue eyes had turned an icy shade as she stared him down.

Nathavin decided to let her have this battle for now. They were too close to Goddard and he didn’t wish to be slowed down by another fight. “Kattath will be in to dress the wounds.” With that, he dropped the bandages on the mat and walked out.

Caellia let out a shaky breath. She had been sure he was going to get angry. She was thankful he hadn’t, but it only added more questions. Why was he being so calm this morning? She didn’t have time to think on it any longer as Kattath entered and began to remove the old bandages and replace them with new ones. Kattath really wasn’t a healer, but for now she would do her best.

*****

Several long hours later Caellia stared at the impressive sight of Goddard Castle. The walls were dark and tall, towering far overhead. She could not help but be awed at the sight of such an impressive fortress. It rivaled Aden in size.

Nathavin watched Caellia from the corner of his eye on his strider. Kattath had insisted Caellia ride with her on her own strider. It pleased him to know she was impressed with his castle, although it shouldn’t matter. His attention was drawn to the gates as they opened to let him and his troops pass through. They were greeted with applause and enthusiastic cries of victory as the dark elves gathered within the walls saw Caellia with them. They didn’t stop until they were well within the walls of the castle and out of the ring of onlookers and were deep within the castle. Once there, they dismounted and Nathavin ordered Kattath to keep Caellia away from everyone until given the order to do otherwise.

*****

For two days after reaching the castle, Caellia had been tended to by several healers. The spell howler had somehow become a permanent fixture in Caellia’s life. She was different than all the other dark elves and spoke to Caellia in a friendly way. She had even managed to convince Nathavin to allow Caellia to engage in target practice with a borrowed bow to build her muscle strength back up and help her wound mend.

Several times Caellia had spotted Einao on the practice fields sparring with other dark elves. Sometimes he would see her and the look he gave her was enough to set her teeth on edge. On one such occasion she had stopped her practice and just watched him. He’d always been good, but she’d never suspected him to be as good as he was showing her now. She had watched as he sang the songs that had been taught to him by the highest trained elves their race had to offer. He dodged attack after attack before being brought down and being told what he’d done wrong and what he’d done right.

After that she’d picked up her own practice again and continued to land perfect shots on the practice targets. She took out her frustrations with Einao on the targets, using all the skills she had ever learned. She would swiftly send two arrows rapidly after one another or send a flaming arrow into the target and watch multiple targets explode in bright orange flames as the arrow exploded on impact.

Kattath watched the skilled silver ranger practice. She had to think fast when Caellia asked her why no other dark elf archers ever came to practice here. She knew Caellia would not like the true answer. That this target range was used exclusively by Nathavin and that the bow she was currently using was his old one. She simply said that there was a closer, more convenient range elsewhere around the castle and Caellia had seemed happy with that response.

Kattath sighed to herself, she had spoken to Nathavin several times concerning Caellia. He’d been acting very peculiar and had been muttering about an ancient scroll. Kattath had finally been able to pry the information out of him after some rather nasty arguments. It seemed that those two had been supposed to be married from the start. She could see why he was confused and avoiding Caellia. No matter the public face he put on, he did seem to care for Caellia in some new way. It was evident in the way he had bandaged her in the hut, sure the bandages had been tight, but he had done it instead of a healer. He’d been the one to bring the food for her that day when Kattath had been prepared to do it. He’d even relented and allowed Caellia to ride with Kattath on her strider and not his.

Several times when Caellia had been practicing Kattath had seen Nathavin watching her from a window high on the castle wall. And he’d watched her for long periods of time. Then, there was the plain fact that he was letting her practice at all and in his own archery range at that, using his own weapon. That scroll had triggered something, but she didn’t know what. She was startled from her musing as Caellia set the bow down and sat next to her, breathing heavily from her exertions.

“I think I’m ready to go inside now. It feels good to hold a bow again though.” She commented wistfully. She picked the oddly designed bow up and inspected it again. She’d seen long bow’s of dark elven origin before, but had never fired one. She had been surprised when it handled amazingly well, almost as well as her own bow had.

Kattath chuckled and stood up, “It must be getting time for the evening meal to be served. Do you still want to take it in your rooms? Nathavin said that you could come down to eat and you haven’t taken him up on that yet.” She frowned at Caellia’s vehemently whispered response.

“I will never eat at the same table as him.”

“Well, think it over again as you bathe before dinner. Perhaps you’ll feel differently after you’ve bathed.” Kattath said with a light tone. Caellia gave a slight delicate derisive snort as she picked the bow up and prepared it for storage as they walked back towards the door that led inside. Kattath looked up at the window and saw a silhouetted figure staring down at them. He had watched them today too it seemed.
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