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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

The Alliance - Part V

Part V

Cedric groaned, his buttocks tightening to push his hips forward just a bit further. Phillip sucked on him so strongly that Cedric half wanted to push him away, but it felt so good! Cedric reminded himself to pay more attention to pleasuring Phillip in return.
The two of them lay on their bed on their sides. Phillip was laying in the opposite direction of Cedric, so they each had perfect access to suck on and please each other. It was their way of flipping a coin to make a decision; the first one to fill the other's mouth lost.
Cedric gasped, throwing his head back as he flooded his husband. Phillip chuckled, continuing to suck until Cedric was done.
“I win!” Phillip announced as he shifted to lay face to face with Cedric. He kissed him softly, and then grinned. “Lie face down.”
Cedric stole another quick kiss, and then rolled onto his stomach. Phillip climbed on top of Cedric, and simply lay there for a moment. He bit Cedric's neck enough to leave teeth marks, but not enough to draw blood.
Without warning, Phillip plunged into Cedric, who responded by moaning into the bed.
Both were trying to ignore the fact that they were being sent away tomorrow. After just three short months in the Demon Palace, their fathers had decided that it was time to send them to the front. Cedric would honestly rather stand before a firing squad than lead a battle, so his father had decided to send him as a figurehead. It would be Phillip who was actually in command of the Army.
The good news was that the other Kingdom was all but conquered, and all they were really doing was marching on the Capitol to capture the royal family and bring them back to the Demon King. If all went well, Cedric would arrive just as the army was finished, and wouldn't even have to see the battle.
Phillip realized that Cedric's mind had wandered, so he finished as quickly as possible, and then lay on top of his husband. “Don't think about it. After this is over, your father has promised to take a break from all warring until he can rebuild the treasury a bit.”
“I know,” Cedric murmured.
In the morning, Alanna and Sarenna let Lita into her dads' room. Lita was always insistent in the morning, and it was now her habit – since she no longer shared a room with them – to wake them up by jumping on them. She didn't care in the slightest that they were naked and Phillip was laying on Cedric, she simply jumped on Phillip's back and squealed.
“M'rnin' DA!”
No matter how many times the two Princesses saw their men like this – or in a similar position – they could still not figure out what exactly had happened. Neither had enough experience yet to picture how two men could make love. Just thinking about it made them blush!
Both men grunted as Lita tackled them. They were used to this, but it was still a shock each morning to have such a little girl manage to practically bruise them in her enthusiasm to wake them up. Phillip grabbed Lita and rolled her so that he could blow on her tummy.
She shrieked, and immediately fought to be free. Of course, this meant that she inadvertently landed in Cedric's waiting arms. He tickled her until she managed to break free from him, and then she jumped off the bed.
“Lita pss!” She announced, hopping up and down comically until she got to the privy closet.
Cedric laughed. “Apparently she forgot to go before coming in here!”
Both Sarenna and Alanna looked ready to cry. They were depressed that their husbands were leaving today. The only good thing was that enough time had passed that there was no doubt that both were with child.
“Has breakfast arrived?” Phillip wondered as his stomach growled.
Sarenna nodded. “Just a moment ago.”
Alanna obtained their robes, and handed one to Sarenna before holding out Cedric's. He stood up and slipped his arms into the sleeves..
“I wish you didn't have to leave,” Alanna murmured sadly.
Sarenna held out the robe for her husband to slip into. This had become something of a ritual in the morning. A couple of minutes later – after mundane morning needs were taken care of and the two Princes had gotten dressed – they all sat around the table to eat. Even Lita was unusually quiet.
A knock on the door eventually interrupted their somber brooding. A guard opened the door and announced. “It's time.”
Phillip stood and belted his sword around his waist. Sarenna burst out crying, and threw her arms around him. She pressed a kiss to his lips, hoping to bestow luck.
Meanwhile, Cedric handed a good-sized saddlebag to the guard. They had agreed to travel fairly light, just as they had when on their honeymoon. Alanna also demanded a goodbye kiss from her husband, but did a tiny bit better at holding back her tears.
Cedric picked up Lita, and then led them to where he knew his father was waiting to lecture them before they left. Sure enough, both Kings were standing just inside the main entrance to the Palace.
“Cedric,” his father addressed him sternly. “I expect you to conduct yourself with pride on the battlefield and bring honor to the Great Demon Kingdom! We've already won this war, and they know it! Just go get the royal family and bring them back here. That's all I need from you.”
“Yes father,” Cedric replied obediently.
“Phillip.” It was his father's turn to add his two cents. “I know I don't have to tell you this, but the enemy is desperate. They'll be doing whatever it takes to defend themselves, so you'll have to be twice as clever.”
Phillip nodded.
Once more, the two Princesses burst out crying. “Please be safe!”
Cedric smiled at his wife reassuringly. “Don't worry, with Phillip at my side, there's nothing on the planet that could harm me.”
Phillip nodded his head in a way that also bobbed side to side in amusement. “True. Also, don't forget that Cedric has enough firepower to blow the enemy palace to bits if he had to! We'll be fine.”
Their mothers took a moment to both disobey their husbands and hug their sons goodbye – just in case things went badly. They had been ordered to stay in their respective chambers simply because neither King could fully understand why they would want to be there to say goodbye.
With nothing else to keep them here, the two exchanged a glance that asked if they were ready. They walked out the door.
“Wait!” Alanna protested. “You're still holding Lita!”
Cedric squeezed his daughter tight for a moment, and then faced his wife. “I know... There's nothing on this planet that would ever make me leave her behind.”
Phillip smiled. “Think of it this way, we are so confident that we are going to win this war quickly that we have no hesitation bringing our little girl with us. She'll be safe with us.”
Surprisingly, it was Cedric's father that roared in protest. “Even so, the battlefield is no place for a child!”
Cedric simply shrugged. “The battlefield is no place for a peace-loving Demon Prince, but I still have to go.”
They left before anyone else could argue with them.
Phillip's father stroked his chin in thought. “Think they'll actually do what they're told?”
The Demon King sighed in aggravation. “If not, it won't matter. This war is still won. I simply hoped that my son would take an interest in his future rather than run from it like a coward.”
“Still... they can't just be allowed to do whatever they want. We need to come up with a plan...”
The Demon King nodded. “Believe me, if they don't do as ordered, they will not like the consequences! I plan to have them each thrown in a separate dungeon, and I may never let them see that girl again!”
“It's only fitting...” Phillip's father agreed.

*****

Cedric paced the command tent angrily. “I wish I had the courage to simply run away!”
Phillip pulled Cedric into his arms. “You know as well as I do that our fathers would only hunt us down and...” he shrugged, not entirely certain what would happen then. If Phillip's warrior training was any indication, the consequences could be both painful and soul-shattering.
“Just stick with the plan and this time tomorrow, it'll all be over,” Phillip reminded his husband.
“I know,” Cedric sighed in depression. He kissed Lita on her cheek. “I love you Lita.”
“Love you Da!” Lita responded happily.
“Drink this,” Cedric offered, and Lita complied.
It was her favorite juice laced with a potent drug that would make her sleep until about this time tomorrow. They couldn't risk leaving her in the relative safety of their field camp – even with a pair of strong and capable guards. So, to make sure that she'd be absolutely safe, Cedric planned to carry her in a sturdy sack-like carrier on his back.
That's why he was drugging her. They absolutely did not want her awake if things got nasty and bloody! This way, she'd be safely asleep until it was over.
There was no question that Cedric could protect her from the enemy...
Meanwhile, Phillip had an aide help him into his armor. Then he stashed a couple of weapons before buckling on his sword. Phillip was meant to be Cedric's personal bodyguard. If anyone attacked the Demon Prince, they'd have to get past Phillip before they could so much as spit in Cedric's direction!
When Phillip was ready, he turned to face Cedric. Cedric was also ready with Lita asleep on his back. He didn't have any weapons because he didn't need them.
Cedric was staring at nothing, his eyes vague and faraway.
“You ready?” Phillip asked.
Cedric nodded, and they both slowly walked to their waiting horses. Their entire army was patiently waiting for them to lead them into battle. Cedric took the time to look all of the Generals in the eyes. They weren't happy, but they didn't dare disobey their Prince!
The enemy's royal palace was located in the center of this Kingdom's capital city. The entire city – which was actually little bigger than a town – was encircled by a tall wall. The wall itself had been majorly fortified in preparation for a lengthy siege right about the time this war had started.
Cedric stopped just out of firing range of the city wall, and waited for his army to circle the town. There would be no escape! Once his army was in place, Cedric summoned a particular soldier.
This soldier had an unusual magical talent... When he formed a ring with his hands, and then spoke through it, his voice was amplified a hundredfold! It came in handy when he needed to drive back a large amount of enemies!
The soldier formed his hands into a circle in front of Cedric's mouth.
“Attention! I am Prince Cedric of the Great Demon Kingdom! I am here to conquer your Kingdom once and for all, and there's nothing you can do to stop us! ...” He paused to let his soldiers roar in agreement. He could also tell by the way the soldiers on the wall covered their ears that his message was definitely being heard loud and clear.
“This can be a horribly bloody massacre, or this can be a casualty-free surrender of the entire royal family! I'll give you 10 minutes to decide!”
The soldier dropped his hands, bowed respectfully to Cedric, and then returned to his place.
“Please choose surrender!” Cedric begged under his breath. Only Phillip standing at his side heard him.
The 10 minutes passed slowly, but then a messenger bird flew to them with a message.
Phillip read it aloud. “Dear Prince Cedric, we need more time to make such an important decision. Please grant us 10 more minutes...”
Cedric looked hopeful. “They're considering it.”
Phillip shook his head. “No, they're stalling so that they can do something big... something that will probably destroy as many of our soldiers as they can...”
Cedric sighed unhappily. “I guess I just have to help them make the right decision.”
Phillip nodded, and gestured for two other soldiers to come closer.
“Ready, my Prince!” They both stated.
“Now!” Cedric commanded.
The first soldier used his magic to create an impenetrable sphere around them, and the second used his magic to launch them all the way to the top of the wall. They landed with a heavy thud, but the shield protected them from the massive amount of arrows shot at them.
Careful to start at the very outer edge of the wall, Cedric called forth and expanded all the fire in the city until it was a circle of flame standing up from the top of the wall at least another 15 feet into the air.
As Cedric had promised his Generals, there would be no escape from this city! Slowly, Cedric shifted the circle of flame forward, pushing the soldiers on the wall until they leapt down into the many piles of hay set up for just this purpose – a quick escape into the city from the wall.
Now standing alone on the wall – just the 4 of them – Cedric addressed the soldiers gaping up at him in terror.
“I will shrink this circular wall of fire until it burns up everything in this city! The only way to stop me is for the royal family to surrender to me, right now!”
Cedric and his party stepped off the wall, the sphere floating ominously. As he did so, he moved the fire forward at a pace that people could easily run away from, but was still fast enough to impress upon them the severity of what was about to happen.
The piles of hay started bursting into flames as the solid wall of fire touched them. All but the stoutest of soldiers fled to the center of the city. Citizens started screaming at the hopelessness of the situation.
Everyone ran towards the center of town, not daring to think about what would happen when the fire reached them there. Cedric followed them, the circle of fire shrinking as he went.
“Stop this! You sadistic bastard!” The enemy King bellowed angrily as he managed to emerge from the crowd. “I surrender!”
Cedric closed his eyes, and prayed for the strength to sound convincing. “Not good enough!”
The King actually let out a sob of anguish, but pointed to a small group of people slowly coming forward to join him. “We surrender!”
Cedric scrutinized the woman and two small children bravely standing in the now deserted street. They matched the description of the royal family according to the reports, but they needed be certain.
“Let Phillip out,” Cedric ordered softly.
A moment later, Phillip fell to the ground, landing in a crouch before the woman. He withdrew two short swords from a sheath on his back, and pointed one at each of the children. The girl was about 12, and the boy was about 8. They both whimpered, and their mother wailed.
“Don't hurt them! They just children, for Gods' sake!”
The girl screeched indignantly. “I am a Princess, you misbegotten heathen! How dare you pull a weapon on the Royal Family!”
Her brother stammered, but stepped in front of his mother protectively. “A Prince would never allow any harm to come to a woman! I vow to protect my mother and sister to my dying breath!”
Phillip laughed, and then sheathed his swords. “You're right. A Prince would never harm a woman or a child.”
Cedric was satisfied that no commoner or even noble born child could truly imitate the attitude taught to all royal children. Therefore, these two must be the genuine article. He gestured for the sphere to land, and then the soldier quickly shifted the shield to contain the enemy King and his family.
Cedric clapped his hands together once, and then held his hands out to his sides and made a gesture as if ordering everyone to sit down. The fire immediately vanished with a sound almost like a roaring waterfall.
The soldier that had made them fly used his power to break open the gate to the city. Two of Cedric's top Generals and a small group of elite soldiers were waiting to take control of the city.
“You can walk by my side with dignity,” Cedric told the surrendered King. “Or you can be carried in that shield like a true prisoner.”
“We'll walk,” the King stated, amazed to find that their “cage” rolled with them as they walked.
Cedric led the way and Phillip walked behind the captives in case the soldier ran out of magic and the shield disappeared. They weren't leaving anything to chance!
The King did his best to sound calm, but his voice wavered. “Why must you take my wife and children?”
Cedric realized that this was probably the best time to answer the King's questions and hopefully put his mind at ease – with just the two soldiers within ear shot. He stopped and gave the King a sympathetic look.
“Because... your children are not old enough for me to marry, and won't be for several years. That's why you couldn't simply offer either of them up to prevent my father from destroying your Kingdom. Well... that and you stubbornly refused to surrender without putting up a damn good fight!
“In any case, as a conquered King, you may or may not be put to death. No matter what happens to you, your children will be hostages and prisoners until they are old enough for my father to do something with them... probably marry them to someone important in our Kingdom.
“They simply will not be allowed to come back here ever again. The people could easily attempt a rebellion in their names if they did,” Cedric finished explaining. His soldier's were surprised at his total candor.
“The same goes for your wife,” Phillip added. “We cannot leave her here to cry and scheme. The people would grieve for her and vow to get revenge... Sorry, you're all property of the Demon King now!”
“I see,” the King murmured, grateful for their honesty.
It took them some time, but finally, they were back at the field camp. Cedric nodded to a guard as the guard held open the flap to his large command tent. The captive King looked around it in awe... It looked almost as big as a small mansion!
Cedric gestured for the soldier controlling the shield to let the prisoners go, and then leave the tent.
Phillip pointed to the door. “Go ahead, just try to leave.”
The King cast him a look of startled disbelief. Hesitantly, he walked to the flap and tried to open it. It wouldn't budge!
“This tent is sealed to prevent anyone from entering without permission!” Cedric explained. “It also happens to be the securest place to house you. No matter how hard or what you try, you will not be able to escape this tent!”
Phillip pointed to an open area off to one side of the large tent. “At night, you and your family will sleep in that room, which will be sealed off from the rest of the tent, so don't even think about trying to sneak up on us during our sleep.”
“I understand,” the King murmured in confusion. This was far better treatment than he expected!
Cedric sighed in relief that his prisoners were cooperating, and pulled the carrier off his back. Phillip quickly helped him, checking on Lita.
“She's still asleep,” he commented needlessly. The captive King and Queen gasped in astonishment as they pulled the child from the bag.
Cedric chuckled. “It's only been long enough to be considered a really long nap. I think I'll give her the antidote.” By this, he referred to the fact that Lita should still be able to sleep normally tonight if she woke up now.
Phillip held Lita steady as Cedric used an eyedropper to squirt some liquid into her mouth. She suddenly groaned and spit!
“Yuck!” She protested, squirming to get away.
“Sorry,” Cedric apologized.
Lita hugged Phillip impulsively. He grinned at Cedric as if saying “Ha ha!”
“Lita hungry Da!” Lita announced.
“Me too!” Phillip agreed, and then went to the entrance flap, opened it, and ordered a small feast to be brought to them.
Cedric groaned, and swayed a little. “I think I may have overdone it a bit...”
Lita jumped out of Phillips arms and ran to Cedric.
“Da!”
“I'm fine Lita, I'm just tired,” he assured her.
Phillip pressed a hand to Cedric's forehead. “You feel fine. Maybe a little clammy. You should lie down and rest.”
Cedric nodded, and then wobbled as Phillip helped him into bed. Lita climbed into bed too, and put a hand on his heart.
“Story Da?”
Cedric laughed. “Not now, thanks anyway.” Lita promptly started babbling one to him anyway.
The guard held open the tent flap to admit a servant with two large platters full of food. Phillip waited for the food to be set on the table, and then dismissed the servant.
“That'll be all, thank you.”
“Yes my Prince,” the servant murmured, and then hastily exited the tent. The guard resealed the flap.
“I don't know if you managed to eat,” Phillip addressed the King and his family. “But I imagine that you were probably unable to. Feel free to join us.”
Lita happily abandoned her story, jumped off the bed, and leapt into one of the chairs surrounding the table. Phillip had the grace to wait until the women were seated, and then took a seat next to his daughter.
“Save some for the rest of us!” He laughed as he noticed that Lita was busy taking a little bit of everything.
Lita held out a small bun. “Love you Da!”
Phillip took it as if it was the fanciest cake ever baked. “Why thank you Lita!”
Once the prisoners were certain that these two had literally taken a little bit of everything, and therefore it probably wasn't poisoned or drugged, they took their fill of the food too. It was simple food – meat and vegetables – but it was filling.
About halfway through their meal, Lita suddenly remembered that there were strangers in the room. She pointed her finger at the captive Princess with a frown. “Who you?”
“I am Princess Amalia, and this is my brother Prince Davin.” She completely ignored her parents since one did not normally introduce children to the King and Queen. “Who are you?” She ask haughtily.
“Me Lita!” Lita informed her with a grin. Then she pointed at Phillip. “Da!” Lastly, she pointed at Cedric – who was softly snoring as he slept. “Da!”
Princess Amalia frowned in confusion. “You're both named Da?”
Phillip laughed. “No! I'm Prince Phillip, husband to Prince Cedric. This is our daughter Lita.”
“Oh...” Princess Amalia murmured, suddenly ashamed that she had talked to a Prince the way she had earlier. She had thought him a simple soldier guarding the Demon Prince.
The Queen finally thought of something to say to her captor – strangely comforted by the good manners Prince Phillip displayed. “I've heard – of course – that the Demon Prince had married a man, but... um... how do you have a daughter?”
Phillip smiled mysteriously. “I think I'll just let you wonder about that for a while.”

*****

The next morning, the guard opened the flap to admit a soldier carrying a large platter of food and two other guards. Phillip was awake enough to know they were there, but not enough to get out of bed.
“Let the prisoners out so they can eat,” Phillip commanded.
“Yes my Prince.”
The large curtain that separated the prisoners – reinforced with a magical seal – was pulled to the side. The captive family was patiently waiting to be served breakfast. As they sat at the table – taking a good look at the guards that refused to leave and the trio sleeping on the large bed – they wordlessly focused on their plates.
Cedric and Phillip both lay on their sides facing each other. Lita was in between them and they each held one of her hands. The smell of food woke Lita, causing her to sit up abruptly.
“Da!” She exclaimed excitedly, pushing on Phillip insistently. “Wake up Da!”
Phillip groaned. “No, sleep some more Lita.”
Lita tackled him, causing him to wrestle her for a few seconds. Cedric laughed.
“Is that food I smell?”
Lita squealed happily and then tackled her other dad.
“I bet you're starving,” Phillip remarked with a chuckle.
“Now that you mention it, I feel like I could eat an entire sheep!”
“Sorry my Prince,” the soldier attending them apologized. “No mutton today, but we do have some excellent blood sausage.”
Cedric realized that he was still fully dressed from when he passed out yesterday, and simply got out of bed. Lita was wearing a nightgown and a pair of bloomers, and she had no qualms about leaping out of bed and running to the table. Phillip was only wearing a pair of long underwear, and slipped into the robe the attendant held out for him.
Cedric filled a plate from the platter, looked around at everyone, and then focused on the attendant. “I'm going to need more food!” He proceeded to order up a huge feast.
Phillip laughed. “I don't think you'll be able to eat all that!”
“You wouldn't say that if you could feel how empty my stomach is!” Cedric insisted.
“Uh... right away my Prince,” the attendant agreed reluctantly. As he left, Cedric dismissed the guards.
“Lita swim Da?” Lita asked after climbing into Cedric's lap.
There was a Lake nearby that was perfect for swimming in. It was also perfect for bathing in, and the soldiers had all taken turns in it. Cedric thought about this a moment, and then looked at his captives. They all looked like they could use a bath too.
“Why not? But wait until I'm finished eating,” Cedric replied.
The prisoners looked at each other and sighed. They hadn't exactly had time to pack, and were still wearing what they wore yesterday. They were sweaty and a little bit smelly. Thankfully, soldiers had allowed a couple of servants to pack a small bag full of clothes for each of them.
The extra food arrived, and Phillip decided to entertain Lita with stories until Cedric was finished eating. Finally, the Demon Prince pushed his plate away with a satisfied sigh... and then a groan.
“I think I may have overdone it.”
Phillip laughed. “I'll say!”
Cedric asked the attendant to send in a half dozen guards.
“Listen, you may have figured this out by now,” he addressed the family of prisoners. “But we plan to treat you like the royalty you are. That doesn't mean that we will be stupid enough to give you a chance to escape, but so long as you behave, we won't have any reason to get rough with you. Now, we're going to go bathe in the lake. You are all free to join us.”
The Queen blushed. “In our Kingdom, the genders do not bathe together...”
Cedric shrugged. “Your Kingdom now belongs to my father, as do you. You can either get used to the customs of my people, or you can stay here while we go clean up.”
Phillip smirked, but didn't say anything. He knew full well that while there were several mixed baths in the Demon Palace, there were also several gender separate baths there too. He correctly figured that Cedric was simply trying to get this family to relax a bit and maybe even come to accept their situation.
The guards arrived.
“These guards will be on hand to both prevent any escape and protect you should anything dangerous suddenly occur,” Cedric explained.
The Queen's desire to wash up overcame her desire to maintain her modesty. She sighed, and looked at her husband.
“I think I'd like to take a bath Harold... even if it means being a heathen in a lake.”
He nodded in agreement. “Of course, Regina.”
The group walked to the lake, which was just barely big enough to be called a lake. It wasn't more than 6 feet deep at its deepest, and was clear enough to see the fish swimming around at the bottom. Because it was so small, neither Prince felt that Lita would need to be tied to them for safety reasons.
Which was a good thing because Lita started stripping the moment the lake was within sight, and raced to be the first one in the water. Having learned to swim in the ocean, she was more than at home here in this lake.
Cedric and Phillip waited until they were actually on the sandy shore before stripping. Phillip was naked first because he wasn't wearing anything but a robe and some long underwear. Cedric rolled his eyes in response to Phillip's smug expression.
Not used to undressing themselves, the royal family took much longer to get naked. The Queen firmly insisted that her daughter keep her eyes on the ground at all times until all the males were in the water, and then the two of them stepped into the lake. She knew that the guards had seen them naked, but chose not to make a fuss about it.
The attendant had followed them, carrying a pile of towels, robes, and expensive fragrant soap.
Lita jumped out of the water in a way that splashed the young Prince before she automatically dove back in the water. She popped her head up again to grin at him.
“Dolphin.”
Prince Davin frowned. “Dolphin?”
Phillip swam by to tickle attack Lita, then paused to answer the question. “Your Kingdom doesn't have access to the ocean, so you probably have never seen or heard about any of the many animals living in it, but Lita grew up swimming in the ocean, and she loves dolphins.”
He used his hands to describe how big a dolphin was. “They're about this long and yea wide. They have fins on their backs and at their sides...”
“They're usually gray,” Cedric added. “But do come in other colors, some with patterns.”
Lita used her hand to make a long pinching motion in front of her nose.
“And they have long pointy noses,” Cedric interpreted for her.
Lita splashed her fathers playfully, and then took off swimming away from them. They took a few moments to wash up, but then chased her around and around the lake.
“Highness!” An officer called out as he ran towards them. “There's a group of enemy soldiers headed this way!”
Several other soldiers followed him so that they could protect their Prince no matter what. The six original guards took robes from the attendant and held them out for the group of bathers to slip into. They were soft and fluffy, but otherwise nondescript.
“Lita!” Phillip barked sharply.
She gave a long-suffering sigh, and then muttered, “Yes Da,” as she emerged from the Lake.
Cedric wrapped her in a towel and set her on one hip as Phillip accepted his sword from a soldier. The officer took the opportunity to confer with Cedric.
“We'll surround you as you make your way back to the command tent, my Prince.”
Cedric nodded. “Activate the perimeter barrier the moment we're back in camp. Let the enemy realize that they can't get to us while I figure out how to deal with the situation.”
The officer nodded in understanding.
It took them a few minutes, but finally they were in the safety of the field camp. The barrier was activated, and no matter how much the enemy shot arrows or hurled rocks, nothing penetrated it. This was the reason that the Great Demon Kingdom always won their battles, and why they were called Demons... They had powerful magic at their disposal that most of the rest of the world lacked. Of the few handfuls of people they had met with magic in other Kingdoms, none were even half as powerful as Cedric.
Alone in the command tent, Cedric paced as the captive royal family watched him. The King was afraid that the Demon Prince would order the rescue party obliterated. He and his Queen tried hard not to twitch nervously and betray their anxiety.
“How can I get them to concede defeat without hurting anyone?” Cedric asked.
Phillip placed a hand on each of his shoulders. “They are here to rescue their King and Queen. They came knowing that they had little to no chance of success, and are therefore prepared to die. I don't think there is anything you can do to get them to give up.”
Cedric bit his lip and slumped morosely. “Well... what do you suggest we do?”
“You know as well as I do that both our fathers would tell us to order our men out there to crush the enemy until there's no one left to fight,” Phillip stated.
“That's just stupid all around!” Cedric roared in frustration, pulling on his hair. An idea occurred to him. “What if we simply put up a barrier around them, and then left before the seal broke and let them out?”
Phillip sighed impatiently. “And then what?! They'd only come after us!”
Cedric growled and resumed his pacing.
“Besides, it would take at least a dozen sorcerers...” Phillip shrugged. “I don't know, 10 minutes(?) to set up the barrier. I doubt that the enemy would just give our sorcerers unrestricted access to their perimeter.”
“Would it work if we gave the barrier enough power to last... 3 or 4 days, and then scared them into believing that we'll serve all their children to the Demon King for breakfast if they follow us?” Cedric wondered.
Phillip laughed. “I don't know, but I say we try it. Worse comes to worst, we can always obliterate them later.”
Cedric took a deep breath and exhaled in relief. “Summon the Generals!”
Phillip went to the entrance to do exactly that, and found that the Generals were already patiently waiting for their Prince to call for them. They entered the tent, jostling and rudely pushing the prisoners to their side area, but then left the curtain open since they couldn't escape the tent anyway and their Prince hadn't ordered them to do so.
Cedric explained the plan. The High General started cursing under his breath.
“I can't believe this! The right thing to do in this situation is to squash the enemy once and for all!”
Cedric glared at him. “I know that my father would agree with you if he were here, but he's not. You're stuck with me, and I say that we try to avoid all unnecessary bloodshed if possible!”
“My Prince, please see reason!” The Highest General begged. “If you simply let us do our job, this whole entire war will be over once and for all in a matter of minutes! If we do as you command, they will only chase after us and probably grow in numbers and strength until they harass us into slaughtering them anyway!”
His Generals rumbled in agreement. “This way, we minimize the amount of lives lost!”
Cedric had his arms crossed over his chest, staring them all down stubbornly. Phillip stood next to him, and placed one hand on his shoulder.
“The Demon King knows that his son cannot stand battle, so he placed you all under my command, right? I am a well trained warrior that has no qualms about doing whatever it takes to secure victory!”
The Generals quietly cheered in agreement.
“Well I stand by my husband. If he wants to try this, I say we try this. If it fails, we've lost nothing, and if it succeeds, we've spared many a life this day,” Phillip stated firmly.
The Highest General took a deep breath and silently counted to 10 in an attempt to control his emotions. When he felt that he could speak without shouting, he sighed in defeat.
“Fine...” he ground out and then left the tent to gather up the sorcerers needed to complete the mission. The rest of the Generals followed him.
Phillip chuckled somewhat nervously. “Now, all we have to do is figure out how to distract the enemy long enough for the trap to be set up.”
Cedric laughed. “I could always don a grass skirt, light it on fire, and perform a native Islander dance!”
Phillip bust up laughing at the mental image. “I would dearly love to see that!”
Lita was bored by the serious talk in the tent, but grinned at the turn in the conversation. She started humming to herself and swaying her body as if she was the one wearing a grass skirt and dancing with Islanders.
Cedric sighed. “We'll go together, just the two of us. I'll growl and make pretentious statements assuring them all that we will do terrible and scary things to them if they don't retreat, and you'll run around pretending to slay soldiers left and right.”
Phillip nodded. “They'll think that our army doesn't take them seriously. That we won't even send in more than two soldiers to deal with the likes of them, and they'll do their best to capture us while they are slowly surrounded and caged.”
Cedric bit his lip in thought. “I'll need a bonfire here in camp...”
Phillip nodded, and went to the tent flap to order a huge bonfire to be started near the edge of camp closest to the enemy soldiers.
The King could no longer contain his confusion. “I don't understand! Why would you risk your lives trying to avoid killing enemy soldiers?!”
“Because I'm nothing like my father,” Cedric stated gravely.
The King looked at his wife – who shrugged, just as baffled as he was – and then sighed. “I have a better idea... I'll stand just inside the barrier so that they can see me, and I will tell them to go home. I surrendered fairly. The war is over now. Rescuing us at this point would just mean more lives lost and the same result.”
Cedric gaped slightly. He hadn't even considered this solution!
Phillip also looked impressed, and they exchanged shrugs. “Worth a try...”
They left Lita with the Queen, her children, and a handful of guards, then escorted King Harold to the edge of the protective barrier. He gathered all the Royal commanding presence he could muster, and addressed his soldiers.
“This attempt is pointless! I have surrendered and the war is over! There is no need to waste any more lives... go home!”
If his soldiers thought that there was any way they could get into the barrier, they would have disobeyed him, but there was simply nothing they could do. Their leader got to his knees as close to his King as he could get.
“As you wish, Sire.”
King Harold smiled in relief. “And do not attempt to follow us and try again later.”
“Yes Sire... Are they treating you well?”
“They are,” Harold confirmed, trying not to feel embarrassed over the fact that he was standing there in nothing but a robe. “In fact, you interrupted us during a much needed bath...” he added to explain his lack of clothing.
His loyal soldier seemed relieved. “My apologies!” He nodded respectfully and then got to his feet and turned to order his men to retreat.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

The Warlord's Daughter - Chapter 10

I'd actually written this right after I posted Chapter 9, but I wanted to hold off on posting it in case I thought of something to add. I wanted to come up with a least a little bit - perhaps another chapter - but nothing came to mind, so now that I've reread the entire story and find that I truly have nothing to add, I decided to post this after all. Please enjoy :-) Oh! And please comment to tell me who you were rooting for and when you first figured out who she might eventually get with, lol!
  
Chapter 10

Adira tugged on her horse's reigns, prompting him to stop. She was literally two steps away from Jomin's property, and she smiled as she thought of her family.
“I can't wait to see them all again!” She informed her horse. No one accompanied her, and her sister promised that no one would come looking for her unless there was a dire emergency.
Taryn had just given birth to a daughter days before Adira left, and Adira rested a hand on the small bulge in her stomach a moment before prompting her horse to start trotting again. Seeing her niece had changed her feelings over this child from tolerance to hesitant excitement.
Kicking her horse into a trot, she practically held her breath as she waited for the small house to come into view.
“It's late afternoon,” she told her horse. “Dael will probably be checking on the animals. Marek will likely be working on something tasty for dinner. Jomin might be out herding the sheep. Hemi will almost certainly be in his workshop!” She paused to chuckle, and then sighed.
“Natan might be out hunting to vent the anger and frustration I'm sure he still carries since I sent him home, and Amin... Amin will probably be sulking... Which leaves Tobin. I bet he's trying to cheer everyone up.”
Her horse snorted as if to say that he didn't particularly care what they were doing so long as someone pampered him. He was a tall and powerfully built warhorse trained by the man who always trained her father's horses. He'd been given as a gift to Adira in honor of her new position as the Warlord.
Despite his excellent training, he was spirited, and wanted to run. Adira held a firm grip on his reins, telling him in no uncertain terms to behave; they were in between the small house and the barn now. He whinnied loudly in protest, but then sighed as if in defeat as he obeyed her.
Dael popped his head out of the barn curiously, wondering who was visiting them. “Adira!”
He ran to her just in time to catch her as she launched herself into his arms. He spun her in a circle as she hugged him tight.
“Dael! It's so good to see you again!”
“Did you just shout Adira's name?” Hemi asked as he emerged from his workshop. A frown knitted his brow as he focused on a gadget in his hands. He looked up in time to see Dael set Adira on her feet, and then be pushed to the ground by her horse.
“Lucifer!” Adira chided her horse. “He's a friend!”
He snorted disapprovingly.
Dael stared at him in awe, slowly getting to his feet and holding his hands out in order to befriend the gorgeous animal.
Meanwhile, Hemi had dropped his gadget, shouted her name, and ran to her. He remembered that she was a girl and a princess two steps in front of her and stopped short. A blush turning his face completely red. She laughed and pulled him into a hug.
“I missed you so much!”
By this time, the noise had attracted everyone else, and they all raced to her to claim a hug. She was blessed to find that everyone was home; even Jomin.
Amin and Natan stood back, still hurt and angry that she'd sent them away.
“What brings the Warlord to our little farm?” Amin asked petulantly.
“Shouldn't you be at the Queen's side?” Natan added.
Adira shook her head. “No. Everything is peaceful, and Taryn had her baby; a little Princess named Minuette.” She paused and chuckled nervously. “Taryn got thoroughly exasperated with me pacing the palace corridors and kicked me out.”
She grinned. “We're at peace now! I'm allowed to do whatever I want, and all I want is to herd sheep and be part of this family.”
Jomin laughed. “Come with me, I want to show you something.” He led her into the house, and pointed at the wall. On display was the plaque she'd made them that asked what made a family.
Adira pressed a hand to her heart and felt tears water her eyes. Someone had added her name to the list of family members, and she was so touched that she felt like bawling!
“Adira!” Dael called out in mild panic. “How do you get this horse to let go?!”
Adira ran back out to him to find that Lucifer was gently biting Dael's sleeve and refused to let go. Adira laughed.
“Call him a good boy and lightly scratch his neck!” She called out, grinning as he complied. Her horse started swishing his tail happily, and rubbed his head against Dael's chest. “Aww! I think he likes you!”
“If he didn't, he'd be the first animal to dislike Dael,” Marek remarked.
Hemi reached out to take Adira's Halberd, father's sword, and saddlebags so that he could carry them into the house for her, but Lucifer snorted at him angrily, stamping one foot to warn him to stay back.
Adira rushed to get between them. “Lucifer no!” She commanded, and then apologized to Hemi. “Thank you for trying to help, but a warhorse is trained to never let anyone touch his master's belongings.”
She unfastened her Halberd first, handing it to Hemi to hold as she removed her sword and saddlebags. Hemi staggered under the weight of the weapon, and Marek hastily took it from him before he could accidentally impale himself.
“Merciful Lady! This weapon must weigh as much as you do!” Marek exclaimed, referring to Adira. She laughed, handing the much lighter sword to Hemi, and then trading her saddlebags for her beloved Halberd.
Twirling it carefully to assess it's weight, she made a thinking noise and then shook her head. “Nah, I'm much heavier than this! Especially now! I swear I feel like a cow and I'm only about halfway there! This baby is going to turn me in to a whale before it's born!”
“I can make a tea to help prevent that,” Amin muttered.
Adira mentally sighed in relief. “I'd like that.
Natan took her halberd from her, informing her gruffly that, “Pregnant women shouldn't carry such heavy things.”
Normally, Adira would protest, but she was much too happy to care right now. She smiled until Marek swept her off her feet.
“In fact, pregnant women shouldn't even walk!” He stated playfully, carrying her into the house no matter how much she protested.

*****

During the longest night of winter, Adira gave birth to her baby. At first, they thought she was having a nightmare. With the heater that Hemi had made for her, she managed to stay almost toasty warm on her side of the loft, and even though it was separated from the rest of them by a curtain, they could easily hear her when she had nightmares.
They were rare now, but she still had them from time to time. So, when she started crying, they didn't think anything of it. Amin sat up so that he could wake her if she started screaming, but she gasped.
“Amin!” She called out urgently. “I think it's time!”
At this point, only Amin was fully awake. The rest at least half asleep. Natan heard her, sat up, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and shook Dael.
Dael groaned. “Was yer problem?”
Adira was in her own world at this point, and she started cursing. “Amin, it's definitely time!”
“Oh!” Dael exclaimed, fully awake now. He felt like it was spring and he was on lamb duty or calf duty. He and Natan were only a few steps behind Amin.
Amin placed a hand on Adira's stomach as she resumed her cursing. “It's definitely time,” he agreed.
Natan helped Adira sit up, and then sat behind her to support her during her labor. Adira has previously asked them to help her when they time came, and it was agreed that Dael would catch since he was used to doing so for the animals; Natan would support her and help her however she needed, and Amin would get the hot water, make her some pain relieving tea, and be on hand to care for the baby once it was born.
An hour later, Adira was on her hands and knees screaming as the contractions hit, but also panting and crying. The contractions felt like they were right on top of each other now, and she wished they would just stop! Amin helped her drink some more pain relieving tea.
“Ah...” Adira exhaled a sigh. He had made the tea strong enough to take the edge away, and she was utterly grateful.
For at least a minute. Then, another contraction hit, and she gripped Natan by the front of his shirt. “I would far rather you just beat me to death! At least that was over pretty quickly!”
Dael chuckled nervously. “You're almost done now. I can see the head coming.
Suddenly there was nothing more important to Adira than squatting. She used Natan to steady herself as she got into position. Dael rearranged them so that Amin and Natan were both supporting her from the sides, and he was holding out his hands between her legs. Slowly, the baby lowered into Dael's hands, and he gently tugged on it as needed to help guide it out.
The moment the baby was out, Adira started crying in relief. The pain was much less, but she still had to pass the afterbirth. Dael handed the baby to Amin, who promptly wrapped it in a blanket made by Tobin, and held it to his chest close to the heater.
A few minutes later, the afterbirth was out, and Natan cradled an exhausted Adira while Dael held the blood-filled sack in the air and watched it drain into the baby.
“Do I have a boy or a girl?” Adira wondered.
Amin hadn't actually looked yet, so he pulled the blanket open to inspect the crying infant. “A boy.”
Now that most of the blood had drained into its rightful owner, Amin placed two wooden clothespins on the umbilical cord to clamp it, and then used a sharp knife to cut the cord between the pins. Dael set the afterbirth into a bucket Amin had brought up to the loft just for this purpose.
“Here,” Amin murmured, carefully placing the baby in his mother's arms.
Adira stared at him, taking note of his ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. He was at least two feet long, had a mop of red hair, and the same blue eyes all infants had. Tears started streaming from her eyes, and she buried her face in Natan's chest.
“What's the matter?” Natan asked in concern.
“It looks just like him!” Adira wailed, holding him out for Amin to take. The moment the baby was back in Amin's hands, she completely turned her back on him in order to clutch Natan's shirt and sob on his shoulder.
“Why does it have to look like that man?!” She asked no one in particular.
“Hey...” Amin murmured soothingly. He shifted the baby to one arm so that he could stroke her hair with his free hand. “It's not his fault. He didn't ask to have that man as a father.”
Dael agreed. “He's just an innocent baby. He hasn't done anything wrong.”
“Look,” Amin added, holding the baby out to her. “He's sleeping peacefully now. Doesn't he make you want to cuddle him close and keep him warm?”
Adira scrambled to get behind Natan. “Keep it away from me!” She spat insistently.
“Adira...” Natan murmured softly in astonishment bordering on disapproval.
Dael placed a hand on one of Natan's shoulders, and his other on Amin's shoulder. “It think it's best if we just let her get some rest. Things will be better in the morning.”
No one slept very well until Adira stopped crying and fell asleep. After that, it was no surprise to any of them that she stayed asleep long after they all got up.
Everyone was so tired that they all volunteered to help Dael with the animals as a way to wake up while Marek made breakfast. Except for Amin, who volunteered to care for the newborn.
Marek had breakfast ready for them as they returned from tending to the animals, and they took turns holding the baby as they ate. As time passed, the baby began to fuss more and more. Amin took to walking with him back and forth, instinctively bouncing him.
“I think he's hungry,” Jomin opined as he emerged from his bedroom. He scratched his belly, yawning. “I heard most of his birth; how's Adira doing?”
“She's still asleep,” Tobin replied unable to resist yawning too.
“Bring the babe to her,” Jomin stated as if solving a problem.
Amin looked to Natan uncertainly. Natan cleared his throat.
“Adira doesn't want him anywhere near her,” Natan informed their father.
Jomin frowned, peering at the baby in Amin's arms. “She doesn't? Why not?”
“Because he looks like his father,” Dael answered.
“What should we call him until Adira decides to name him?” Hemi wondered, holding out his hands so that he could take a turn holding the baby. The baby's cries got louder when he realized that he still wasn't going to get anything to fill his stomach.
“Demon spawn!” Adira spat out the answer to Hemi's question. She glared at the bundled up infant and skirted the room so that she was as far away from him as possible at all times.
Marek handed her a plate of food even though it felt like he was rewarding her bad behavior. She sat down to eat, ignoring the baby for a few moments.
Everyone was silent as they watched her. Except for the baby, who only got louder and louder as he demanded food.
Suddenly, Adira slammed her fist on the table. “Someone shut it up! Set it outside, it'll stop screaming soon enough!”
Jomin snatched the baby from Hemi and held it to his chest protectively as everyone else gaped at her. “We will do no such thing!”
“Then shove a rag in it's mouth or something,” Adira suggested darkly. “Because if it doesn't stop crying soon, I'm going to go sharpen my dagger and put an end to its screeching!”
Dael forced himself to be kind to her. He placed a hand on her arm, and looked at her with sympathy. He knew he would never understand how it felt to give birth to the child of a rapist.
“All he wants is something to eat. He'll stop crying the moment you hold him to your breast,” he told her softly so that she wouldn't turn her anger on him. She did anyway.
“You want him to live, you feed him!” Adira growled and then retreated to the loft again. She huddled up in her bedding, and tried to be quiet as she cried some more.
No one knew what to do, so Jomin did the only thing he could, he rocked and bounced the baby until he fell back to sleep. In the relative peace, the men looked at each other for answers.
“How does she expect us to feed the baby?” Dael wondered. “All of the cows are dry until they start calving.”
“We might be able to keep him alive on honey water for a couple of days, but...” Jomin shook his head helplessly.
“I can try to make an extra nourishing broth,” Marek suggested. No one had ever heard of a baby surviving on broth, but it was worth a try.
Amin stared at the infant in Jomin's arms, and felt a rage come over him. We're all orphans! There was once a time when all of us would have given anything to have a mother again, and yet she rejects her child like he's garbage! Amin started seething, and both Hemi and Tobin stared at him in wide-eyed shock. No one had ever seen Amin mad before!
Amin marched to the ladder, climbed up to the loft, then flung the curtain aside. “How dare you!”
Adira look up at him in surprise. For a moment, she half expected the Giant to come torment her some more, but seeing Amin like this jolted her back to reality.
He knelt next to her, glared at her, and then slapped her as hard as he could. She held a hand to her cheek and gaped at him in astonishment.
“I offered to help you get rid of that baby more than once back when it was still just a tiny ball inside you, and you told me no!” He shouted. “You told me that since your sister had to bear the burden of her child it was only fair you did too. You chose to keep him! You absolutely cannot abandon him now!”
Adira closed her eyes so that she could think without his eyes drilling holes into her. Down in the main room, everyone held their breath lest they miss her answer. The baby started fussing again.
“You're right...” Adira finally murmured. “I have a duty to make sure he lives until I can find him a wet nurse. He can grow up in the palace nursery after that. He'll be happy... far happier than he deserves...”
Amin wanted to shake her, but it was a start. Natan carried the baby up the ladder, then held him out to her. She shuddered, but one glance at Amin reminded her that she had a responsibility to him.
She held out her hands. “Come here my little Demon Spawn,” she murmured as she adjusted her blankets, his blanket, and then her nightgown so that he could feed.
He rooted around for a moment, and then latched on. She gasped at the unexpected sensation of fluid being sucked out of her. “Ah! Just like a leech!”
It was Natan's turn to frown at her. “You could be a little nicer to him.”
She harrumphed, but didn't say anything.

*****

Just a few days after the snow cleared, Adira sat nursing her son in a warm patch of sunlight streaming through the loft window. Tobin had made her a sling so that she didn't have to hold him as he fed, which suited her just fine. She let him nurse, but other than that refused to even look at him if she didn't have to.
So long as she didn't threaten to harm him, they all just let her be. They assumed that eventually she would grow attached to the boy after all. In the meantime, they took turns caring for him.
As time passed, she grew more and more at peace with life in general. She did her share of the chores. Helped care for the animals, and was sincerely looking forward to the day when she would take the sheep out to pasture.
Amin silently climbed the ladder to check on them and was shocked to find Adira actually smiling at her son!
“The cows will start calving any time now,” Adira purred happily, stroking her baby's cheek with a finger. “And then there will be plenty of milk to feed you until I can find a wet nurse. Then I can send you to the palace and you won't be my problem any more. What do you think of that, huh, my little demon spawn?”
He stopped nursing to smile at her.
“Oh don't think you can win me over by being cute! I know who you're going to be when you grow up,” Adira informed him, still nearly purring. It was the way the rest of them talked to the baby, and it seemed to keep him calm, so she imitated them when she had to.
“He doesn't have to grow up the way you think he will,” Amin stated, coming to sit next to her. “If you raise him with plenty of love, then he will grow up to be a loving and kind man.”
“You think so?” Adira asked, not daring to hope that he might be right.
“I know so!” Amin insisted. “Just look at us. When Jomin took us in, we all hurt. Almost without exception, we all wanted to take up arms and kill everyone in our path until we felt we'd gotten revenge on those who had killed our parents, but... Then he healed us. He loved us... He made us better people...”
Adira sighed in dejection. “I want to believe that it's possible, but there's just one problem...”
“What?” Amin wondered.
“I can't make myself love him!” Adira cried out. Tears threatened to spill but didn't.
Amin nodded sadly in understanding, and held out his arms to take the baby. “Here; give Aidan to me.”
Adira growled softly at the name, but complied. “I hate when you call him that!”
“Then give him a name you like,” Amin suggested with a cheeky grin. They had named the baby after his mother the best they could.
“I did!” Adira replied cheerfully.
“Demon Spawn is not a name!” Amin reminded her enthusiastically.
She shrugged. “Meh.”
A couple of days later, Adira helped Dael welcome a new heifer to the herd of cows in the morning, and then – later in the afternoon – a bull destined to fill their larder. Each calf got to suck on their mamas' udders until her colostrum started turning to milk. At that point, Dael had Adira help him milk the cows, and they split the remaining colostrum up equally so that everyone got some with the next morning's breakfast.
Adira started insisting that they transition the baby to a bottle over the next couple of days so that he would stop needing her. She no longer glared at or avoided her baby, so everyone was more or less happy.
A week later, a group of riders arrived on the farm. Jomin was just getting ready to take the sheep to pasture since they'd all lambed, and saw them coming. He frowned as he waited to see what they wanted. Seven men eventually came to a halt before him.
“We have an urgent message for Princess Adira,” their leader announced.
Natan wiped his hands clean from the mud that he was digging around in as he walked to stand next to his father. “Major,” he greeted warily.
Adira's aide nodded a greeting at him in return. “Where is the Princess?”
Natan looked around and spotted Amin tending to his herb garden, Aidan tied to his back. He shouted, “Hey Amin! Is Adira with you?”
Amin looked up and saw their visitors. “Nope!”
Marek came out of the house with a basket full of seeds to plant. “She's not in the house either!”
Tobin poked his head out of a window in the loft. “I think she's in the shed with Hemi!”
“Nope!” Hemi called out, emerging from his shed. “She was, but then she went to the barn to help Dael. There's another calf about to drop.”
Just then, Adira decided to investigate the cause of the prickling along her spine. She was practically covered in guck from the cow and newborn calf, but didn't bother to wash up.
“What's everyone shouting for?” She yelled before she even stepped foot out of the barn.
“You've got visitors!” Jomin announced.
Adira walked to them silently, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Major?” She inquired and then realized that he was here with her shadow warriors.
They had all taken a moment to dismount while she was walking towards them, and now dropped to one knee before her.
“Sorry to disturb you, my Princess, but Queen Taryn is having some trouble. Now that you are rumored to be in hiding, various factions from around the Kingdom are gathering. They plan to dethrone our Queen! We need our Warlord to lead us to victory.”
“I see,” Adira stated emotionlessly, and then turned to Natan. “Natan, will you retrieve my Halberd and sword?”
He looked like he wanted to refuse, but – after a half hidden sigh – nodded and walked toward the house. Adira accepted a towel from Tobin, and used it to clean up. By this time, everyone had gathered around and heard the news. No one was happy, but no one could protest.
“You're leaving!” Hemi exclaimed unhappily. Adira pulled him into a tight hug.
“I'm sorry, but I must,” she told him.
“I'm going to miss you so much!” Tobin caught her attention next. He took the towel back from her and wiped away some slime she had missed. Then he hugged her.
“I'm going to miss you all like crazy!” Adira tried to console him.
“All of us?” Amin asked, shifting the baby off his back so that he could hold him out to his mother.
Adira took a good look at her son, and then wiggled one finger until he caught it in his tiny fist. In a tone of voice completely appropriate for talking to a baby, she spoke to him with a smile. “I might even miss you too, my little Demon Spawn.”
Amin rolled his eyes and sighed, shifting the baby to one hip.
“Will you take care of him for me, or should I send him to the palace nursery?” Adira asked.
Amin shook his head. “I told you that he needs to be raised with love, didn't I? He's far better off here.” Adira felt like a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders, and she hugged him in thanks.
“Don't you worry none about the babe,” Jomin added gruffly. “We'll take good care of him.”
“I know you will,” Adira replied confidently, and then stepped into his bear hug and kissed him on the cheek.
Marek didn't have anything new to say, so he simply lifted her off her feet and tried to squeeze all the air out of her. He thought of something. “You will come back, right?”
“Someday, when I'm no longer needed,” Adira answered.
“What's going on?” Dael asked, finally able to leave the barn. He actually had taken a moment to clean up, and now wiped his hands dry. “Why is everyone hugging Adira?”
Adira chuckled, and then gave him a hug. “I have to leave. My Queen needs me.”
Dael pouted. “You can't leave now! We have at least a handful of cows ready to drop still!”
“I'm sorry, but I can't help,” Adira said.
Natan finally returned with Adira's Halberd, sword, and saddlebags. He handed the sword and saddlebags to the major, but kept a hold of her Halberd.
“I've been practicing with this heavy weapon you love so much. I think I could be an asset to you if you need me.”
Adira tilted her head to the side with a watery expression. She was touched by his offer, but didn't want to put his life in the slightest danger. She took her Halberd from him, and stared at him in indecision. A moment later, she smiled.
“I know you would, but I'd far prefer you stay here. From the sound of it, our own citizens are rising up. Who would protect everyone on the farm if you left?” Adira asked.
Marek snorted. “Hemi! He could blow people up from a mile away!”
Hemi blushed at the unexpected praise.
“Marek's not too bad with a staff,” Dael pointed out.
Natan laughed. “I see what you mean,” he replied to Adira.
“Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!” Marek protested.
Adira laughed, and then hugged Natan. “Just promise me that you'll keep them all safe!”
“Of course!” Natan scoffed, reminding her that she never needed to ask. He set her on her feet, and then watched her squint her eyes and turn three quarters of a circle. She pointed her finger at a meadow in affirmation, and then inserted a finger and thumb in her mouth to let loose an ear-splitting whistle.
For a moment, nothing happened, but then Lucifer came galloping at her. Dael had anticipated this, and now stood ready with his saddle to saddle him up for her. Adira gave everyone another round of hugs, ending with Dael just as he finished, and then set her Halberd in it's carrier. She checked to make sure her sword and saddlebags were secure, then mounted her huge horse with no help whatsoever.
She reached out and took hold of Amin's hand. “If you ever need anything, for the child or for yourselves, just go ask my sister for it. I know she'll give you whatever you want.”
“We won't need anything,” he assured her. “Except Aidan here. He'll want his mother to come home as soon as she can.”
Adira let go of Amin's hand, sat up stiffly, and glared at him.
“When will you just admit that he is not Demon Spawn?!” Amin demanded.
“I don't know! Maybe never... Or maybe when you prove me wrong,” Adira growled.
“Will you please just call him by his name once before you go?” Amin begged.
Adira inhaled, and then sighed in defeat. “Fine... Goodbye Aidan. May you grow up to be a kind and caring man.”
He smiled at her, babbling on happily in his incomprehensible baby language. She smiled at him, and then shook her head. “I keep telling you, you're not going to win me over by being cute!”
She turned to her Aide. “I'm ready now.”
The Major and the shadow warriors had been busy trying not to gape at her in astonishment. First at her easy affection for everyone, and then for the way she treated her son. Now, they nodded at her solemnly.
“Yes Princess,” her Aide stated, leading her away from the place she clearly considered home.
Epilogue

During her father's life, he had conquered several Kingdoms in his brother's name. Now that both her father and his brother were dead, those conquered Kingdoms – who had all been enjoying the peace and prosperity of being part of this Kingdom – decided that they should try to regain their freedom.
This meant that Adira – at Taryn's insistence – had to go around quelling their rebellions. It seemed like she would travel around the entire Kingdom, be victorious, return to the Palace to report on her her progress, and then the Kingdoms would start rebelling all over again. Over the years, the factions got more support, and eventually banded together to fight the Warlord.
This plunged their entire Kingdom into civil war because at least half the men from the conquered Kingdoms felt that it was better to be peaceful citizens than drag out losing an expensive war forever. It took Adira almost 10 years to find and execute the handful of power hungry men behind all the rebellions, but then – finally – the civil war was over.
She returned to the Palace to report her victory once and for all. Taryn decided that Adira would escort her and Princess Minuette on a grand tour of the entire Kingdom. This was to remind everyone that she was a strong-willed Queen with a formidable Warlord at her side. It was also a plot to make sure that her nobles all spent so much money entertaining her that they didn't have any left to spend on future rebellions.
A month after they all eventually returned to the Palace, Adira was granted permission to take an extended vacation. She rode to Jomin's farm in both fear and excitement. What if they've forgotten me?
It was an irrational fear, but it had been more than 11 years since she last saw them. She hadn't even had time to stop in and say hi when Taryn was staying with the local lord for a couple of days during her grand tour.
She was barely on Jomin's property when she overheard talking.
“I'm telling you Nat, Father said he knows the Queen and her Warlord!”
“I heard you Sheila, but I just don't believe it! Why would Father know them?”
A third voice sent a small shiver up her spine. “I don't know, but Amin says the same thing. Amin even hinted that we might get to meet them someday.”
“Amin's full of it!” The boy named Nat exclaimed. “Our entire family was in the crowd as the Queen and her Warlord rode through town, and neither one even looked in our direction. I think they're both lying!”
A little girl protested. “Grandpa says the same thing! Why would they all lie to us?!”
“Yeah!” The girl named Sheila agreed. “Why would they lie to us Nat?”
“I don't know!” Nat roared in self defense. “Maybe for the same reason that they won't just admit that Aidan's mother died and is never coming back!”
“You take that back!” Aidan cried out angrily. “Grandpa said that she's alive; she's just too busy to come see us!”
Lucifer grew impatient with Adira. She'd pulled him to a stop, and he wanted to get going already. He whinnied as loudly as he could as his way of berating her for her idleness.
“What was that?” Sheila gasped. “None of our horses should be on this part of the property!”
A moment later, a baker's dozen of children rushed onto the track that led all the way up to the house.
“Who are you?” They all demanded to know.
Ironically, the boy named Nat was the one to gasp in recognition. “It's the Warlord!”
The children all screamed. No one had ever heard of the Warlord paying anyone a visit unless they were convicted of treason and about to be executed. As one, they turned and fled towards their house, screaming the entire way.
Adira followed them, pacing her horse so that he stayed well behind them.
“What's all this noise?!” Natan roared from the barn.
“Father!” Both Sheila and Nat yelled. “We're all going to die!”
Adira looked around in amazement. The barn and the sheds were still the same, but there were now a couple more houses circling a main common yard. Five to be exact.
The screaming attracted women and more kids – babes in arms – from the houses, plus Jomin and all of his sons except for Amin.
Natan was the first to spot her.
“Adira!” He shouted in a combination of shock and happiness. He ran to her, catching her as she leapt from her horse.
“Adira!” The rest of her brothers cried out, rushing to sandwich her in a group hug.
“I've missed you all!” Adira managed to say despite being squeezed so tightly that she could barely breath.
“About time you returned!” Jomin stated gruffly.
Adira placed a kiss on his cheek, and then giggled as he hugged her right off her feet.
“Where's Amin?” Adira asked curiously.
“Herding sheep,” Dael answered. A tiny girl had hidden herself behind him, and peeked at Adira for one second before hiding again.
“I see our family has exploded!” Adira laughed.
“We all got married and had children,” Natan explained unnecessarily. His two – Nat and Sheila she discovered – were standing just slightly behind him staring at her in shock.
“Our aunt Adira is the Warlord?!” They sputtered incredulously.
Aiden looked ready to faint. “Why didn't anyone ever tell me?”
The men all glanced at Adira, and then down at the ground. Jomin placed a hand on Aidan's shoulder. “We decided that it would be for the best if you didn't know.”
“Why?” Aidan demanded.
Adira squared her shoulders and stood before him. Already, he was just a bit taller than her. “I assume that it's because they didn't want you to worry. I could have been killed at any time, and what child needs to know that?”
She did her best to hide the grimace she felt as she looked at him. Even more than when he was a baby, he looked like the spitting image of his father. The intensity of her anger had faded with time, but she still didn't want to look at him. She had come to accept that it wasn't his fault though, and kept her feelings in check.
“What's going on?” Amin asked, coming up behind the crowd. He'd just finished putting the sheep in a paddock, and couldn't see Adira because she was so much shorter than everyone else.
“Amin!” She cried out happily. The crowd parted as they all turned to look at him.
“Adira?!” He exclaimed in disbelief. She ran into his arms and hugged him tight. A long moment passed before she pulled free from his embrace.
“So... which wife and children are yours?” She asked, a hint of disappointment coloring her voice.
“None,” he replied with a chuckle. “I never married... I was too busy raising your son.”
“Oh Amin...” Adira murmured sadly. “You didn't have to give up your life to do that.”
It was well known among all the children that they weren't really related. It was a often repeated bedtime story that Jomin had adopted his sons one by one. Even the story of how they had saved Adira was told over and over. Never once had any of them questioned why Adira had left her son to them, nor had they wondered why Amin was the one that mostly raised him. It's just the way it had always been.
Amin stroked Adira's cheek softly. “I didn't give up my life. I was waiting for you...”
Adira felt like she had been punched in the stomach. She exhaled and couldn't keep the tears from falling. In the 11 years that she'd been gone, she'd often dwelled on Amin. Time had cleared her thoughts until she knew for certain that she never wanted anyone but him. She'd never dared hope that he'd felt the same!
Burying her face in his chest to hide her tears, she gripped his shirt in her hands. When she could finally speak, she mumbled. “I never married either... I kept hoping that we could be together one day.”
She looked up at him, praying that he didn't care that tears marred her battle hardened face.
“Me too,” he stated, and then kissed her.
“About time!” Marek remarked. Jomin and the rest of his sons all nodded in agreement. The wives all whispered excitedly, planning out their weeding.
When their kiss stretched out too long, Natan roughly clamped a hand onto each of their shoulders. “There'll be plenty of time for that later. Right now, it's time to introduce everyone!”
Adira pulled free with a chuckle and a smile. “I'd like that.”

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