Apollo & Luna

Treason

Sunlight filled the room and the figures on the bed stirred into wakefulness.

“Hunnie…” Hana called sleepily as she tried to get up, but the man lying on the bed next to her pulled her back down.

“It’s still early. Go back to sleep,” Jonghun ordered softly and the other followed without question. Hana snuggled closer to her cousin, feeling comfort from his body heat which she lacked, resting her head against his shoulder.

Jonghun remained lying down, his arms wrapped around Hana’s waist, securing her against his length as he studied her sleeping face with a tender gaze.  She had given him another fright the day before when he found her shaking and bleeding with raw fear on her face.

Hana had a vision of her brother covered in blood, dead with a huge gash across his chest, and Jonghun feared that they might have really lost Yann. It was something that he should have prevented to happen at all cost as a member of the clan. But it seemed he had been negligent in guarding his older cousin since he had focused his attention on the sickly Hana.  He just hoped that it was still not too late.

His lips setting into a grim line, Jonghun wondered if his men were able to locate the older Bouchard. By now he should be receiving a report of his whereabouts.

With a sigh, he glanced at Hana’s sleeping face once more, leaned forward to feel her even breathing and smiled knowing that she was deep in sleep.

“I’ll start work now Hana,” he whispered as he shifted on the bed, rolling her over so she could lie down comfortably on her pillow, and so that he could leave.

Standing up, Jonghun tried to straighten his crumpled clothing stained with Hana’s blood, raked his hair with his fingers before leaving the room.

He could feel his men’s presence now, and so he was not surprised to find them waiting for him in his study.

“So?” he prompted without looking at them as he marched towards the mini bar to get himself a glass of water.

“My Lord,” one of them began hesitantly, and Jonghun stopped the glass halfway to his lips, turned to face them and his eyes widened.

His men kneeled on the carpeted floor, but their clothing was tattered. All three were bloodied, obviously roughened up, and one was barely keeping his consciousness.

“What happened?” he asked in urgency, seeing his wounded warriors, noting each and every injury visible.

Crossing the gap between them, Jonghun kneeled before the one who was the most incapacitated and pulled him up to drag him towards the long sofa and made him lie there.

“Yann…Did you find him?” Jonghun asked in alarm and the leader nodded.

“Where is he then?” he demanded as he stood up.

The injuries his men had was the same as the one in Hana’s vision.

Could it be? Could it be that the dream his cousin had the night before had already happened?

“I told you to bring him here,” he growled with desperation, his hope that it was still not too late for Yann.

“We apologize, My Lord. We were hindered by a knight,” the leader informed him and Jonghun frowned.

“A knight?” he asked in disbelief.

In their clan, warriors linked directly to the main family were called knights. They were protectors and not enemies.

How come a knight would attack his men? Most especially, how come a knight would dare attack Yann?

“Are you sure about this?” Jonghun asked and his men nodded.

“Yes My Lord,” they answered and Jonghun’s hands balled into fists.

“This couldn’t be. This is treason…” he said.

“How about Yann? Where is he now?”

“He got away,” one of the men answered.

“He was badly injured, but there were people who took him with them.”

“What do you mean?”

“There was a young woman and an old lady. They took Master Yann with them when they ran away. We wanted to chase after them but the knight was so strong we all had to fight with him,” one explained, and his head inclined as if in deep thought.

“My Lord, we think, the one the knight really wanted was not Master Yann, but the young woman with him. In fact, Master Yann got injured when he tried to protect that person.”

A young woman the knight wanted? The target wasn’t Yann?

So, it wasn’t treason after all?

Jonghun was at a loss. He’d never heard of this before. Then again, he wasn’t privy to everything the main family plotted. Regardless of this however, he would not forgive anyone who would dare lay his hand on Yann.

Anyone who harmed either him or Hana would die by his hands.

“Describe this knight to me,” he ordered, and his men followed.

“Blond? Ice blue eyes?” He never knew such a person existed among the warriors.

“Are you sure it’s really a knight?”

“Yes My Lord. His armor and sword bear the crest of the main family. We are sure both are artifacts left by the progenitor. He has the powers of one too – and based on his skill, he’s not of ordinary rank,” his men answered and Jonghun’s concern grew.

“What do you need us to do My Lord?” the leader inquired and Jonghun eyed his injured men.

“Fix your wounds,” he ordered as he turned to the gravely injured soldier.

“Take him to the sanctuary and have him recuperate there,” he said as he then turned to the leader.

“Bring more men here to guard Hana.”

His hands balling into fists once more, Jonghun decided that he had no choice but to leave his younger cousin’s side. If an unknown knight whose strength was able to injure his men like this was hunting Yann, he, Jonghun himself would have to be the one to fetch his older cousin.

With this thought in mind, he stalked towards the table where he grabbed the glass and gulped its contents in one go.

Yann Bouchard, where the heck are you – and what mess have you gotten yourself into?

“I will bring hyung back myself,” he announced just as his usually dark eyes glowed, and the room temperature went down several degrees. The glass in his hand froze; tiny fissures marred its surface with a cracking sound until it exploded into tiny pieces.