Chapter 4 -Rian
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Sit beside her with a bin ready and waiting in case she needs to empty the contents of her stomach. However, she just purrs sweetly asleep. I can't remember the last time I slept so contented or the last time I slept, maybe I should let Samara get me drunk. I chuckle to myself. I hear a rasp knock on my door. I step through to see Razoul and Azezal waiting for me faces plagues with alarm.
"Sire, apologies, we need to talk."
Razoul says, already turning heading to the throne room.
"Summon Samara to sit with Lucinda."
I command. Following my 2 most trusted back into the throne room. I huff as I sit in my throne.
"What's got your knickers in a twist, ladies?"
"Upstairs is breaking out into chaos, sire."
Azezal informs me.
"The devine are searching for something that's been... misplaced."
He adds.
"Do we know what it is they've misplaced ?"
I counter. Unsure why this is a problem for me.
"Not yet, sire. we are working on gathering Intel."
Razoul says.
"I see. Azezal, go check if Samara got to Lucinda. Then carry out your duties, no point wasting engery on something out of our control, a bit of chaos will do them good doers well."
I instruct. As Azezal bows and leaves, Razoul clears his throat.
"Sire, do you think this has anything to do with the girl ?"
"The mortal ? of course not."
I c**k my head at him, unsure of where he's going with this conversation.
"Sire, we both know she's no mortal, a lost soul or mortal who wanders down here, would have been disintegrated or driven crazy by now, she still seems ... rational."
Razoul converses with me, sharing his concerns.
"She got drunk with your wife, Razoul. Does that seem rational to you ?"
I try to laugh off his concerns, knowing I've been having the very same thoughts.
"Sire, forgive me if I step out of line, but I've seen that look before on a man. You have affection for the girl. Maybe your judgement regarding her is... clouded."
He almost cowers as he finishes.
"You are correct Razoul, you have stepped out of line. Becareful not to do it again, or maybe I'll have to put that witchy wife of yours in the dungeon."
I threaten.
"Sire, I meant no disrespect. It's just how many women have you allowed into your bedchamber, let alone into your bed."
He tries to justify.
"ENOUGH ! Razoul, you are dismissed."
I boom.
I sit there in silence, rubbing my thumbs on my temples, frustration seeping in, mainly being me not ready to admit my complex feelings for this stranger.
"Sire !"
Samara barges into the throne room, face set with panic.
"She's gone."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN GONE ? WHERE COULD SHE POSSIBLY HAVE GONE BETWEEN MY ABSENCE AND YOUR ARRIVAL?"
I erupt, bolting out of the throne, bursting into the hallway, trying to tune my ears to anything out of the ordinary. I pace the hallways, mentally telling Razoul and Azezal to scour the place quietly, raising no alarm.
"Sire, the hounds... their... quiet."
Samara pants trying to catch up to me. Knowing their only quiet when their feasting.
"Keep searching, I'll go check."
I ordered.
I make my way to the level lower than the dungeons where the hounds of hell rest, and to my surprise, they are silent.
I enter their keep and see my little stranger sitting in the middle of them feeding them chicken.
"WHAT IN THE HADES IS GOING ON HERE !"
I yell, startling her, and she stands abruptly starting to cry.
"I'm sorry, I heard them barking and thought they needed something."
With the panic subsiding in me and seeing her face, terrified, of me. I rush to her and embrace her in my arms. She sinks into me, her cheek resting on my chest.
"Wait. You could hear them ?"
I lean back so I can see her face as she looks up at me. She nods, drying her tears and adds.
"I can see them too. Why am I not meant to be able to ?"
She asks quietly.
"Not usually no. Only the demons can, not even Samara is only aware of them because she's married to a demon."
I inform her, unsure of why I'm telling her this.
Her hands find mine, and her fingers lace in between mine, fitting perfectly. She stands on her tiptoes and gently pecks my cheek, then leads me to the door. I can't help but follow like a love sick puppy.
"I've gotten them to sleep, I don't want us to wake them. Their barking goes on and on."
She says, looking back at me, making sure I'm following. I swap with her and take the lead going through a door, transporting into the throne room.
"If you ever need me, I'll be in here. But how did you get to the hounds."
I ask curiously, knowing she would have had to pass someone or something that would have seized her. I sit on the throne, sitting her on my lap, twining my arms around her waist to keep her in place.
"I woke up to their constant barking and got up to no one being around. So I opened the door to the hallway, but I found myself in the middle of the dogs. Then I wished I had food for them and found a plate of chicken on the side, so I sat in the middle and fed them."
She tells me so honestly and simply like she hasn't just user demon tricks and witchcraft during her little adventure.
I mentally summoned Samara and told her I have the little escape artist in the throne room and to come take her to our chamber. At least I can sit here in solitude, knowing she'll be safe if she's watched. I kiss her temple and usher her up off my lap just as the door opens and Samara holds her hand out to her.
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