The Sun rose in the skin, filling the battlefield with golden light, out of place with all the gore to be held. Darkness soldiers trudged by, collecting their dead. But one woman was on a mission, Shuri, the royal advisor of the Darkness kingdom, scurried about with two soldiers, checking among the dead for her King. Please don’t be dead, Please don’t be dead… she pleaded in her mind. The King had yet to have in heir! Who would take his place and role just as righteously? She squealed when she found him and dropped to her need. She checked for his breath. “My Lord? Please wake up, my Lord!” she called to him, checking for wounds. Momentarily, she looked up to see the queen. She gasped. Had they killed eachother?
He woke, his head throbbing, Shuri trying to wake him. He squinted, the sun shone over the battlefield. “I’m alive,” He whispered. “Do not worry . . . How is it? How many have died?-“ He stopped short, catching his breath. It hurt to be awake. The sun was almost too bright.
Shuri shook her head. "My Lord, you are worse than I anticipated. There is a nurse waiting for you in your tent. Let us discuss details of war there." She placed a hand on his cheek, smiled, and turned to the soldiers. "You." she said to a ruggish and bulky one. "Gather the King, and be gentle." she demanded. She looked at the other. "Take the Queen into custody, we shall question her when she wakes." She looked back down at the king and rubbed some blood off his face. "You'll be fine, my Lord…" she cooed.
Genesis began to stir as she was lifted from the ground and carried. Her body screamed in protest and a small whimper escaped her. She felt hollow but something began to ache in her chest. It was like a rope being pulled taunt the farther she got from some point. She didn't know what it was but she knew she didn't want to leave it. The ached grew within her and in her muddled state, she tossed her head from side to side, pushing against the figure that held her. "No…" she groaned weakly. "N-no…"
He closed his eyes again, it proving to hard to keep them open. “Shuri . . . One last thing, Be nice to Genesis,” He shoved himself onto his elbows. He exhaled heavily, moving up into a sitting position. His head throbbed, his chest hurt, his cuts burned, but one sensation ruled overall, his heart ached, as if he was being separated from a loved one, a loss beyond compare, a found love, hard to explain or understand. He had suspicions, he would need to investigate later.
Shuri bowed her head to him, in reverence. "Very well…" she answered. "Place her in my tent, since I will be seeing to His Majesty." she told the soldier as he carried away a muttering Queen. "How merciful and kind you are my Lord, to bestow clemency on the Queen." she praised Lien. He was truly a wonderful king, and a wonderful man. She helped him to his feet slowly and as they made their way to his tent, she couldn't help but admire his physical strength as well.
(( Shuri has a thing for Lien))
(Hhhmmmm…. Okay)
“We May be rivals, but both sides must still excist in order to keep balance,” He said to Shuri. He used her shoulder to support himself while walking back. “Now, I truly do wish to know what has transpired whilst I was unconscious, Might you tell me Shuri?”
Shuri sighed. "The number of casualties has tripled since the first night of war. Both sides have been weakened tremendously. Your whole battalion was spent last night, we are still searching for survivors. I still have yet to receive word from your battle ships. But the last I heard, the outcome was equally disheartening. Yet, her forces are in no better state. It appears we are stuck in a stalemate." she said.
“That is to be expected from war, at least I, we, are alive,” Taking his arm, he brushed the flap of the tent open, stepping in with Shuri. He let go of Shuri’s shoulder and stumbled over to the cot. Enjoying the comfort of lying down, he spoke again. “Something has happened, I’m not sure what but I have my suspicions, help me remove my armour,” Even though he did not want to sit up again, he sat onto the edge of the cot.
((Sorry I disappeared last night… I fell asleep…))
Shuri blushed slight but she obliged. She moved to help him take off his armor, moving slowly as to not harm his anymore. "My Lord, may I ask what we are looking for? Were you poisoned?" She questioned concern flaming in her soft blue eyes. "Shall I fetch the nurse?
Genesis was awake by the time she was placed on a cot in a tent. The atmosphere was filled with the warm scent of jasmine and vanilla. She knew this was a woman's tent. She winced as she tried to rise but, her wrists were tied, making the effort a little harder than necessary. A guard stood by the entrance and watched her. She looked him over. What happened? she thought.
(It’s okay! Sleeping is one of the best things to do)
"I do not believe I was poisoned, be patient,” He said once he removed the last of his armour with the assistance of Shuri. He removed his undershirt and padding showing his bare chest. Hoping it were not true he looked to his heart center, forgetting his advisors presence for a moment.
Shuri's eyes roamed his body. He was magnificent. So well formed and hard as stone, he was chiseled perfectly and- She gasped and stumbled back. "M-my Lord! You've been marked!" She backed away slowly. "When did this- How did this-" Her breath caught as she turned away as she began to choke. The nurse rushed in to see what was the matter, but Shuri stopped her. "Get out!" she order.
(Kool, Aid)
He shook his head. “Last night, the end of our battle. She faltered, We fell.” The star, inked into the flesh. Inside the mark, a sharp yet flowing design of curls and points. He lay back down. “Check on Genesis,” He ordered.
Shuri looked back at him and clenched her jaw. She stomped out of the tent and moved to hers with rage. She wrenched the flap open and pushed the soldier aside. "Are you well my Queen?" she asked but there was nothing but venom in her tone. Genesis looked up at her and blinked slowly. She then slowly turned on her side and ignore her. A Queen's dismissal. "I will speak to your King, only."
(I’m going for a walk, I’ll be back soon)
(I’m back)
Lien stared at the tent ceiling, hoping that Shuri would be nice to Genesis. Respect is still nessacery, even when dealing with the Light side. Genesis, Genesis, Genesis . . . “War is such a waste,” He muttered aloud.
Shuri scoffed. "Very well… but for your health I advise you check yourself. We have found something vile on his Majesty and have good to believe it is upon you too?" she hissed. Genesis snapped to attention and placed a hand over her chest. The aching had dulled but it still throbbed in her chest, echoing in the chambers of her heart. Shuri turned her back. "Go on, check." she smiled, but there was no kindness. Genesis sat up and removed her armor slowly. Her hands trembled as she untied her blouse and pulled the fabric away. There on her chest was a black star of swirls and jagged points. She cursed. This couldn't be real
To busy himself while he waited, he started reorganizing his armour and setting it aside. The war was over, so he folded his leather padding and put it in the chest next to the cot. He spread the blankets evenly across the cot as well. It was nicer to relax in a clean tent, but he would need to clean himself as well. He took a damp cloth and started to wipe some of the blood off himself.
Genesis snapped her head back to Shuri. "I want to see your King, now." she demanded. Shakily, she stood up and move towards the entrance. Shuri went out before her. "This way…" she chimed. Genesis got stares as she went, her blouse opened and flowing in the wind. Her undergarment was black. She wretched the flap open and looked at him. Crossing her arms over her chest, she frowned. "You seem to be relaxed."
“Is that such a bad thing?” He asked Shuri. Her arms were crossed and her mouth turned down in a frown. Genesis followed her in. He sat up, “How are you fairing Genesis?” He asked.
Both females ignore his questions. Genesis's eyes went down to his chest. To the Mark. "You were right…" She told Shuri. "This is quite vile…" Genesis could feel it now, the pulsing, the tugging at her heart. So close to him, it felt much stronger.
“We bare the mark,” He stated. He shifted his position. Genesis’ hair curled around her shoulders, her eyes staring at him with hatred, and something he could not identify. The feeling in his chest returned, stronger, the mark feeling like it was on the verge of burning.
Genesis rolled her eyes. "Obviously…" she muttered. She looked into his green eyes and felt a burning come awake within her. She took a step forward as though she didn't control her body. "What does that mean….for us?" She asked, the same question playing in her mind. What did that mean for us?
Shuri watched the two. The way they looked at each other, the way they spoke to one another. It was obvious. They could not fight the Binding. They would not go to a priestess to get it removed. The scent that omitted from the of the was dark yet warm. Like smoke from a fire amongst warm, spicy cinnamon. She stepped out of the tent and returned to her own. Deep breaths.. she told herself, Take deep breaths. It is unbecoming of a Lady to lose her cool…. She repeated these words, even as hot tears streamed down her face.
