Incarnation of Shadows

The princess rushed forward into the room after she reset the lock of the door. “Vinelle...” She was gentle as she worked the locks of the shackles loose. Her crystal hues played over the pale woman. She placed a hand upon her shoulder. “Don’t speak, it is alright.” She whispered, “I’m going to get you out of this.” She looked over the woman. As she toppled forward Jaenyra winced, she tried to grasp her but she failed miserably. “Vinelle.” She knelt to her side. The cry of pain from the woman caused the princess to wince. “The vial...” She lifted her eyes to the blue liquid. She knew it to be Fae blood now that she’d read through Dr. Stone’s journals. Each and every detail. She knew it. But the princess didn’t hesitate as she grasped the vial and aided Vinelle in drinking the liquid. What did it matter? A medicine or blood? Was it all the same in this case?

Jaenyra was on her knees next to the woman, “I have far too many questions. But Now is not the time...” She whispered. Then the woman disappeared. The princess stood swiftly and gazed about just as Vinelle appeared once again. The mage spoke the words that she wished to speak, they needed to save Juliana. “Yes...h-how...how did you?” She furrowed her brows. Her heart beat rapidly within her chest as Vinelle placed her hands upon her shoulders. “I trust you.” She whispered softly. If anything she trusted this dark mage of shadows over that of Dr. Stone.

As they disappeared the princess gasped. Her vision was swarmed with darkness only for it to regain once they were in another room. She looked around swiftly. Her lips parted. “This is my fault.” The princess spoke as she watched Vinelle inspect the General. “I….” She drew in a breath to the woman’s words. She must forgive the doctor? But it wasn’t the doctor that caused this. Was it? “Lady Vinelle...I...I cast blood magic...I...” She bit her lip. The princess was fully willing to accept the blame for the state of the General. She watched with cautious eyes as Vinelle inspected the wound upon the General’s palm that had not healed. It still leaked her blood almost oozed it in a way. Darkness had spread from the wound like the dark tendrils that held Juliana within the realm of shadows.

The princess stood, her hands clasped before her, she nervously bit her lip. “The Fae?” She asked, her voice soft. “Juliana...is she...Fae….?” She questioned softly. But it seemed Vinelle had her mind on other things. She spoke that she was no longer mortal. What did this all mean? Her mind spun. The reality that she knew – it no longer lined up. Was this what her mother spoke about? The dangers of magic. Perhaps.

Jaenyra watched almost helplessly as Vinelle called to the dagger with ease. Her breath caught in her chest and she nodded slowly. “I will...I will protect you...” She stepped to the door and locked it swiftly. She watched as Vinelle tasted the blood of Juliana and her eyes turned black as night. Then as she sliced into her own palm, the princess looked away, her heart pounded within her chest. Fear, truthfully. She was left alone as the two lay upon the bed motionless. The princess paced back and forth, her mind ran every possible outcome it could fathom. She pulled out books and sat upon the end of the bed. She read. She skimmed. She did anything she possibly could to pass the time. The sun began to rise and as she looked to the two, her heart sank. Had she doomed two to this world of shadows?

**

The young Juliana let out a sob as she brushed tears from her cheeks. She hugged her knees to her chest and buried her face in her arms. She rocked slightly as she tried to regain control of her emotions. It was then that the scent of fresh bread filled her nostrils. Juliana lifted her ocean eyes and gazed to the young fiery haired girl. As the young girl held the bread forward her eyes gazed up to Vinelle. A warmth spread within her chest as she grasped the bread. She watched as the young child disappeared into that of ashes. “The Lord of Shadows would not see it fit to be anything but a nightmare.” She whispered as she stood and took her hand. As Juliana grasped a hold of Vinelle’s hand her young body transformed into that of her future self. She still wore the simple dress that hugged against her features. She swallowed slightly, “Why are you here?” She questioned as she looked to their fingertips that were interlaced. The warmth that she felt in this moment was something she’d longed for. But as soon as this happened the world around them disappeared.

Juliana let out a soft cry as the pain of the tendrils reminded her of the predicament that she was in. blood leaked from her nose and mouth from the wounds that the shadows created. It was difficult to keep her attention on the two as they conversed back and forth. But she did the best she could. She learned something then. Vinelle was the daughter of the Lord of Shadows. As the tendrils tightened Juliana let out a cry of pain. She struggled against the hold – her eyes still glowed a vibrant blue color. No matter how much he harmed her – she seemed to find the strength to fight against him. “Vinelle….” She whimpered as tears ran down her cheeks full of ash and shadow.

The General groaned as she strained against the tendrils that tightened and moved about with the words of the Lord of Shadows. She could feel herself slipping. She was nearing the point that she wouldn’t be able to fight anymore. Her ocean hues caught a glimpse of Vinelle as she took the staff and as the cloak surrounded her. It was true then that this woman was truly the daughter of shadows. She would become something of death herself. Destruction would follow her closely and become something that was near and dear to her heart. At least...that is what Juliana assumed.

As the tendrils lowered her to the ground and released her, Juliana fell to her knees. Her chest heaved as she held a hand to her body. Blood leaked down her arms. He had been draining her power – as much as possible. She knew that she was only moments away to losing her ability to fight him. She staggered to her feet as she gazed to the cloaked figure. He told her that she was lucky. That he’d been watching her for quite sometime. “Perhaps….then...you should have had better plans...” She brushed away the blood from her nose with the back of her hand. She took a few steps toward Vinelle as her breath began to return. Her dark ocean hues gazed to the woman, “Thank you.” She breathed just before darkness surrounded them once again.

**

Jaenyra sat upon the bed that was intended to be Vinelle’s. She had a book in her lap and was thumbing through the pages. It wasn’t until she heard movement that she lifted her eyes. Juliana sat up and coughed up a glob of blood onto the floor. “General.” She spoke as she closed the book with a loud clap. She gazed to Vinelle as she stepped to the two. “You’re both okay...” She grasped Vinelle’s hand, and then the General’s, to each she gave a gentle squeeze. “I am terribly sorry, General. This is all my fault...I….I was selfish...I wanted to know the origin of the blade...and the runes….it drew me to perform blood magic...and then….all of this happened...”

General Baylar sat on the edge of the bed, she shook her head slightly. “Princess, you were only doing what you thought was right. You did not intend for this. Everything...is alright….thanks to Lady Crane.” She spoke in a gentle tone. She looked to the deep wound upon her palm, it had healed magically. “Please do not apologize. I would gladly take your place again.” Her eyes once again held the beautiful shimmer of the light magic that she held within her. Her eyes turned and gazed to Vinelle a moment. “I thank you, Lady Vinelle.” She stood and wobbled slightly.

“You must be starved.” The princess spoke as she looked back and forth between the two. “A vial for you….and breakfast for you...” She turned and rushed from the room without another word.

The General drew in a breath as she turned slightly. Her eyes gazed to Vinelle a long moment. “I would...have succumbed to his magic if it were not for you...” She spoke softly. “If it were not for you...I would not longer draw breath….thank you.” She sat back on the bed once again, her muscles trembled. “Tell me Vinelle...were my ears deceiving me….or did he speak that you are his daughter?” She gazed to the mage with careful hues.

It wasn’t long before the princess returned with a small platter of food. Upon the platter she’d managed to grab a vial of Fae blood from Dr. Stone’s office. She was quite crafty and quick. Jaenyra stepped over to the small table and set the items down. “Both of you...please come….sit….” She took a seat at the table and grasped a mug of steaming hot coffee. She sipped upon it as she waited. General Baylar took her seat across from the princess and grasped her own mug of coffee. “Lady Vinelle...please...tell me the truth. I have read Dr. Stone’s journals...I have scoured our libraries for answers….yet….you plucked the General out within a matter of an hour….you saved her and our kingdom is in debt to you. General Baylar is an important member of the King’s Guard.” The princess looked to the young General and smiled lightly. “So please...tell me...so that I may help. So that I may understand...”

Juliana sucked in a shaken breath after she took a bite of toast. She bit her lip slightly. “I...am….the daughter of a Fae and the daughter of the King of the Unseelie...” She spoke after a long moment of silence. “I am both light and darkness...my mother fled from the Isles of Wry with me when I was but a babe...I do not remember my father...she said I never met him...he forced himself upon her...and I was born from it….an experiment if you will...” Her voice had a slight shake to it as she spoke. “So I am two different powerful beings...” She whispered. “I do not normally practice my magic because it is quite explosive in nature...and I never received formal instruction...” her voice trailed off slightly. She sipped form her coffee once again.

“I see...” The princess replied, her eyes soft as she looked over the General. “That does not change you...I trust you as my General...sworn to protect myself as well as the kingdom. Which you did just that...without hesitation, Juliana.” She gazed to Vinelle a moment. “Please...tell me what you can.” She nodded slightly. “My father may shelter me...and he may keep me from the council...but I can offer more help than I imagine even he believes I am capable of.” Her voice was strong as she spoke, a true future queen.

Weird to not feel alone anymore, huh?

The words clung to the air, a smile had curved up the lips of the General as she gazed to Vinelle. That smile was shattered swiftly. The pain began to melt into her body before they disappeared from the dream. She gripped onto Vinelle tightly. “No…” She breathed as blood began to leak from her nose. Then they appeared within the castle. Juliana was overwhelmed with the pain of the shadows. Her body didn’t accept it. She rejected it even more still.

But all the pain was gone as she was lowered before the two – her breaths quaked. She gazed to the beautiful yet terrifying armor of Vinelle. The woman’s voice still the same from within the shadows. Then they were gone. Back to the true reality. This world felt different now. She could swear she still felt the grip of the shadowy tendrils upon her body. Her breath shuddered.

When Vinelle caught her, Juliana’s ocean hues lifted to gaze to her. The embrace that followed. Juliana closed her eyes and sucked in a long breath. Her arms grasped upon Vinelle gently, her muscles still trembled but her body swelled with energy. My weakness, and my strength. The General gazed to her as the embrace was broken. She swallowed slightly. Was this true? Did the Fates deem it so? Was she nothing more than a conjuring of what the Shadow Lord willed to life? Was her life and every action within it…merely to bring her before Vinelle? She confirmed it. She was the daughter of the Lord of Shadows. The General’s eyes widened ever so slightly, her heart skipped along.

“He is a God…Vinelle…if he willed it…then he could have easily altered my life…I am capable of bringing out more strength than any other Fae…I am…truly your strength…it is unheard of for a Fae to lay with an Unseelie…and for the child to survive…if the child is to survive…most die from horrible malformations…I was not meant to live.” Her voice was a whisper. When Vinelle spoke her next words a gentle smile curved up Juliana’s lips. “I remember you…but I did not know that was you.” She gave a soft chuckle.

She drew in a breath as she gazed about her room, “I…remember the mornings that you would bring me bread…your mother too…she was so gentle and sweet…I could tell she wished to help me…but your family did not have the funds to take on another child. But a slice or a half of a loaf…the warmth of the bread on those cold mornings…the men of the markets were cruel…” Her voice shook slightly. “But your family…your family gave me hope in this world…I kept pushing to survive because of the light that I saw in your eyes, Vinelle.” She had a gentle smile upon her lips. “I became a King’s Guard…to become something more…” She whispered softly. “To save those that were orphaned…” It was the truth, Juliana donated nearly all of her wages to the orphanage in the city. The children did not starve, they had new clothes…it was all her doing…she pushed the king to make changes once she had climbed to her role as General.

As the princess returned the three went to the table. Juliana sipped upon her coffee and listened with a gentle smile upon her lips. She watched as the two spoke to one another. Her eyes gazed to the vial of Fae blood. Did the princess know? She watched as Vinelle set it down – surprise in her expression. Jaenyra gave a light chuckle, “You’ve only known me for two days and you already know better than to hide things from me.” She grinned, “Yes. I’ll find out the truth beneath lies. I always have. My father seems to see it fit to keep me in the dark.” She shook her head. “My mother always told me to follow my heart, and that is what I will always do.”

“You always have, princess.” The General spoke with a smile.

The two focused in on Vinelle as she spoke of the serum. The princess had read the journals, but this was truly the first time that the General was hearing all of the truths spoken plainly. The princess gasped as Vinelle summoned the scythe and her clothing changed instantly. She set her fork down as she stared to the woman in awe. The General however merely nodded and bit her lip slightly. “She could truly frighten those that threaten this kingdom, without even lifting a finger.” A gentle chuckle left Juliana as she smiled to Vinelle.

Jaenyra still had her lips parted in awe. “Princess of Shadows?” She questioned and then smiled. “I…do suppose so…would that make her that….General?” She asked and looked to Juliana whom nodded slowly. The princess took a sip of her coffee as Vinelle joined them at the table once again. “The Fates?” She asked. “Do you think they are truly involved? I…I’ve always prayed to the Gods and to the Goddesses...but….” She shook her head slightly. “I will not lie, I was unsure if they truly listened…or existed…” A chuckle came from the princess then as she smiled. She took the information well. She didn’t faulter like others might. Like the king might.

General Baylar lifted her fork with a chuckle as she gazed to the vial of Fae blood. As much as it had bothered her before…she knew that Vinelle needed it to survive…just as she needed the food that sat before her upon the plate. What was the difference? The princess raised a brow slightly, “I know you can’t taste food, Dr. Stone wrote of it in his journal…” She bit her lip slightly. “I do imagine he would be quite cross if he knew I read everything he has written about you.”

“Ah yes, we won’t tell the good doctor about that, Princess.” The General chimed in and smiled, “He doesn’t need to know that you know any of this…”

Jaenyra raised a brow and shook her head. “But I do know…and I want to help…I’m more than just the princess.” She took a sip from her coffee and focused upon Vinelle once again. “It was barbaric…even if you agreed to it…when I found you…Vinelle you looked like a corpse…” The princess spoke with her brows furrowed. “He should have been checking in on you…what if you died from his test? What if he thought you could handle more than you can?” She questioned swiftly. “It was dangerous for him to leave you alone like that…”

“She is alright now, Princess.” Juliana spoke and gave a nod for Vinelle to continue. A chuckle came over her lips as Vinelle spoke of the two servants.

The princess on the other hand was intrigued. “You can…see that? Really?” She questioned in awe. “That is how you knew that Juliana was in trouble.” She grinned. She had never been one to shy away from the unknown. She’d always ran directly toward danger – something that the King tried helplessly to prevent.

Juliana smirked slightly as she glanced to the Princess. “Thank you, Princess for not giving up.” She bowed her head slightly. “Hm…I would say yes, you are a demi-god…” The General brought her ocean hues back to the woman.

The next bit of information had the princess’ cheeks flush pink. “The…the Blossom Ball?” She nearly choked on her coffee. “But he has yet to marry Valon…I…I am younger than him…and he is Heir…I…” She pressed her lips together. “Sir Leonard?” She questioned, her brows furrowed. “He…is from the west lands…” A look of realization overcame her then. Her father intended to marry her off to prevent the war that was looming. The unrest. He would marry her in order to make a deal and keep the war at bay. To tie together houses that had never been tied before. “I….” Her lip quivered slightly.

“Princess.” The General offered a gentle smile to her, “Your father will not merely sign you away to a man that is not deserving of you…”

“With this war…” Jaenyra’s breath quivered. “With this war I cannot believe you, General.” She looked to the woman. “Just the idea that he has invited Sir Leonard…I can only imagine who else he intends to being to the ball…” Her voice was a whisper. She closed her eyes as she set her fork down, her food not even half eaten. “I should get to my room before my maiden comes to dress me for the day…I…” She stood and looked down to her dress that held the dried blood. “Thank you, Vinelle.” She spoke before she stepped from the room swiftly.

General Baylar bowed her head slightly, “She is not wrong.” She spoke after a moment of silence. She finished off her coffee and then stood. “The King will not take kindly to any words of the Fates, of the Lord of Shadows…of you being a Demi God.” She bit her lip slightly. “Though it is quite true.” She smirked as she stepped to the mirror and brushed through her hair that had been ripped from the braids by the winds of magic. She began to weave her hair into the perfect braid that she always held. “We must speak with Dr. Stone…he must be the one to deliver the news that your are doing well with your magic, with your control…we must…place you back in that room before Dr. Stone realizes that you are gone from it.” She swallowed slightly. “We must play a delicate game so as to not fuel fear in the men of the council. You will become the Mage of the Council…” She pressed her lips together as she seemed to think deeply. “I will guide you, I’ve danced among the words of the council for several years now. I would like to think I’ve become well adept in it.” She smirked as she looked to Vinelle. “Perhaps we can save the princess from being married off as a trinket to avoid war?” She questioned curiously as she stepped behind a divider. The sound of her heavy steel armor could be heard as she changed from her leathers. She hung the leather armor over the divider. Soon enough the General stepped out and gave a nod, she looked to be well energized and without a single flaw. “What do you…think we should do Vinelle?” Her brows tugged together slightly.

The General gazed to Vinelle with a gentle smile upon her lips. “I do suppose we both weren’t meant to be here. Were we?” She questioned softly. Her head tilted slightly when Vinelle mentioned her mother – how she’d set dough aside just for her. It caused her to blush slightly. She didn’t realize how much the family cared about her. A chuckle came over her lips from the way that she mimicked the accent. “I’ll have to tell you of my story fully. Yes. That sounds nice.” She spoke as she searched her eyes just before the princess returned.

The fear that Juliana once held had melted away. Was it merely from Vinelle saving her? From the realization that Vinelle was the fiery haired little girl that brought her the food that allowed her to live? Perhaps more. As the events played out Juliana gazed between the two, she watched the princess carefully. Jaenyra gave a light chuckle, “You both seem to be so intricately woven into the plans of the Gods.” She raised a brow as she looked to Juliana whom returned a soft smile. “This world is full of truths that are delicately hidden far from the surface so as to not cause an outrage. I’m certain that you both can keep our secrets.” She then grinned and a chuckle came over her lips. “Up to no good you say? I’d say there is plenty of good that we’ve already done.” The princess had that playful smile about her then. The princess fell quiet to listen to Vinelle then. She’d be Queen one day. Perhaps she would.

“Both you and Prince Valon hunger for a different future, princess. You both follow in the footsteps of your mother with the wisdom of your father.” The General spoke then took a sip of her coffee once more.

Then the princess was gone. Just like that. It needed to happen. But it left the General with a breath caught in her chest. To see the princess upset was a painful thing in its own. Juliana chuckled lightly as she glanced to Vinelle. “Ah yes, the Fae do not need to sleep nearly as much as humans. It is both a gift and a curse.” She winked as she stood. Perhaps her new found energy between the two was just that – another of Fae nature. It had been so long since she’d felt Fae magic and…Vinelle held Fae magic within her grasp.

Juliana nodded as a sigh came over her lips and she stood to change. “If he believes himself to be in control of everything, then this can go smoothly.” She spoke as she dressed herself. Each buckle clasped into place. As she came out from behind the divider she smiled to the comment from Vinelle. “It does feel as though it has been longer…perhaps I judged you too quickly before…” She gave a gentle smile. “Or perhaps I just needed to come to terms.” She fastened her longsword to her hip. She watched as the woman held onto the vial and moved it within her fingertips. “I’m glad you’ve found a sense of understanding of what you are.”

As Vinelle spoke of the council her eyes lifted to meet the violet hues. “I will find a cover for her. No need to worry about that…I will see you soon.” She smiled then just before the woman disappeared.

General Baylar left the room with a heavy weight in her chest. She worried for Vinelle. She even walked to Dr. Stone’s office and peered inside for a moment before she walked away. She made her way through the castle toward the royal quarters. She climbed up the stairs and patiently waited outside of the princess’ chambers – a task that she was given most mornings. As the door pulled open she glanced to the Princess. She was dressed in a beautiful black dress that hugged against her with a tight deep blue corset that held rose like designs upon it. Her hair was done beautifully as always. “Princess.” She bowed her head to her.

“Good morning General.” She replied as she began her walk down the hall. She’d pushed her emotions away. She knew she could not go to the King and question him of his actions, it would be suspicious and he would wonder how she’d found out. So the princess sat at the breakfast table and gazed to the food – she wasn’t hungry but she would eat a few bites.

The king stepped into the room and nodded his head to the General. He stepped to her and spoke in a hushed tone. “Lady Vinelle failed her most recent trials – I thought you should be aware. She will be out of commission for the next few days. I’d like you to keep a close eye on, Jaenyra. I want her to remain safe.”

Oh, if you only knew, my king. General Baylar gave a smile to her king. “Yes, of course, your grace, as you wish.” She gave a bow of her head as he passed her to head to the table.

Prince Valon was the next to enter, he glanced to Juliana and gave a smile. He always smiled to her – not matter the day. She bowed her head to him and watched as he made it to the table. General Baylar watched as she stood idly by her mind was so far from this room it hurt. What tests would Dr. Stone conduct on Vinelle? Her brows scrunched together as a sigh came over her lips.

“I have begun sending out invitations to the Blossom Ball.” The king spoke with a smile. Valon and Jaenyra both looked to their father at the mentioning of this ball. “I believe it is time that we find you a suitor Jaenyra.” He spoke as he watched her with his evergreen hues.

“Father – Valon is yet to be wed, would it not be in more interest for the kingdom to find your heir a match?” Jaenyra questioned swiftly, her words pointed like daggers.

The King kept his composure as he watched her, “Valon will find his match when the time comes, right now we are focused on other tasks for him. You however, Jae, you are of age…the Kingdom will begin to question if we do not find you a suitor. It is tradition and I have allowed you four years of grace in this…” He pressed his lips together as he watched his daughter carefully.

“And who do you believe to be a fitting suitor for me father?” She questioned as her brows tugged together. “Will it not be my decision as mother wished?”

The King cleared his throat. “That is enough, Jaenyra.” His eyes stared to her coldly. “I have sent several invitations. We will only know who is to be your match once they have arrived. There will be more than I have invited I imagine. You are quite loved my dear.” He searched her eyes, “Your mother was alive in different times. This choice will have to be made to ensure that the suitor that you are betrothed to is the best that suits you.”

“The best that suits the kingdom.” Jaenyra pipped back. She was always one to challenge her father. It made raising her alone difficult but he still showed her all the love in the world.

Jaelyx set his fork down as a sigh came over his lips. “Yes. What suits your kingdom best. That is what you will do. You are the Princess. So you must act accordingly.” His voice was cross.

Valon sat silently, he glanced away from the two to General Baylar whom held no expression at all upon her face. He looked to his father then, “Father.” He spoke up – interrupting his sister as she began to speak once again. “Perhaps – give Jaenyra a chance to determine which suitor would best fit the kingdom. Give her a chance to choose. If you do not agree, by all means…you are the king. The ultimate decision rests in your hands. But allow Jae to choose on her own first. She may surprise you. You give her little room for error and in that…it creates even more space for error than you realize.” His words were wise as he spoke.

Jaenyra pressed her lips together as she looked to her father whom looked back and forth between the two. He drew in a breath and then gave a nod after a long moment of heavy silence within the room. “Very well, when the ball comes. You shall tell me three men whom you have decided are worthy of your hand and why they will fit the kingdom and be in our family’s best interests.” He smiled to his daughter. “Does that sit well with you, Jaenyra?”

The princess glanced to her bother and then to her father, she held a weak smile upon her lips. There was an illusion of choice now. In the end she knew that she never truly had a choice. “Yes, father. Thank you for this opportunity.” She spoke and then she stood. “I have my studies with the magister this morning.” She placed her napkin over her plate that she’d barely touched. “Will you excuse me please?”

The King raised a brow slightly as he watched his daughter, “Yes of course.”

With that Jaenyra turned and walked from the room with General Baylar in tow. The General looked to the Princess and a chuckle came over her lips as they walked down the sleepy halls of the castle. “You do enjoy challenging him don’t you?” She questioned as they walked along. “You realize that is why he holds you so tightly? Your mother challenged him quite often as well.”

“I know.” Jaenyra spoke, “But he must realize that there are more options in this world than he imagines.” She raised a brow slightly. She paused before the library. “It was Sir Hezket. That is the knight I ran into in the dungeons. Could you approach him and explain to him that I was not harmed. Perhaps tell him that I was helping a young squire whom injured himself during swordplay?”

General Baylar chuckled lightly. “There are always more options than meet the eye.” She spoke as she paused with the woman. “Of course. I’ll speak to him and ensure that no one knows.”

**



The next afternoon the Magister that the King ordered arrived from the tower. He arrived atop the back of the jet black horse. He held equally black hair and vibrant green eyes. He was younger than most of the other magisters. He was dressed in fine clothing much like that of nobility – he did not wear the robes that most magisters were adorned in. He slipped from the back of his horse as General Baylar walked down the steps into the courtyard of the castle. “Magister Luca Greystark.” She spoke the greeting to the man.

He slipped from the back of his horse and handed the reins to a stable boy as well as a few coins. He grinned a handsome smile to the General. “I’ve not seen many women climb in ranks in the King’s Guard. Impressive. You must be General Juliana Baylar.” He searched her ocean hues for a moment before he gazed to the castle. “How is our new mage fairing?” He asked curiously.

General Baylar raised a brow slightly before she cleared her throat. “Ah she is in training currently. The King wanted you here when she becomes available. A room has already been set for you, Magister.”

Luca gazed to her a moment and then smiled, “I’m glad I arrived in time. Is the King available?” He questioned as he began up the stairs of the castle.

“Yes of course. I will show you to the throne room.” General Baylar walked along with him. She glanced to him several times.

“I know I’m young.” He spoke as he paused in the hall. “That is the first remark that most give me.” He watched her carefully. “My age does not determine the aid that I can give to your mage. Hm? There are few that know how to handle the arts of the shadows well. Dark magic is quite dangerous. As your late queen, bless her soul, discovered.” He crossed his hand over his chest as he blessed the death of the late queen. He turned and continued down the hallway then.

“What makes you have the capability to control something that most cannot?” Juliana questioned softly.

Luca turned to her and raised a brow slightly. “Many things. But mostly the time I have spent studying.” He continued walking. “I started at a very young age. My father was a magister of the tower. So I had access to a wealth of knowledge from a very young age.” He offered with a smile.

General Baylar paused before the throne room and gave a nod, “Of course. The princess is quite skilled in her magic because of the knowledge that she holds. I understand.” She spoke as she opened the door. She walked ahead of the magister. “Your grace.” She spoke and bowed. “I give you Magister Luca Greystark.”

The King stood from his throne, “Magister.” He smiled as he walked down the stairs to him and held his hand forward. “It is wonderful for you to join us.” He shook the man’s hand. “Thank you for agreeing to this.”

“Of course, your grace.” He bowed his head. “I am looking forward to assisting your new mage of the council.”

General Baylar’s lips parted slightly, her eyes flickered to the king whom nodded in response to the Magister. “She will make a wonderful mage. Her power is already flourishing.” Jaelyx spoke as he beckoned a servant. “Please set a luncheon for the magister, I am certain he is hungry after his long travels.”

**

“What’s he like?” Jaenyra questioned with bright eyes. She walked through the vast gardens of the castle. The winding trails weaved through the lush trees to lead down to a walled portion of the gardens. The castle was but a distant memory here.

“He’s a magister.” General Baylar replied with a raised brow. “He is quite full of himself. But I imagine he holds a wealth of knowledge.”

The princess paused a moment as she gazed to the General. “He’s young for a Magister…I’ve never seen one that doesn’t have wrinkles on top of wrinkles.” She chuckled lightly and then continued down the pathway. “How…long do you think Vinelle will be…gone?” She questioned softly.

“It has only been a day…Dr. Stone…told the King that Vinelle failed her first test…” General Baylar bit her lip slightly. “So…I do not know…”

**

“You have her using runes?” Luca questioned as he walked into the library. “How boring.” He grinned as he gazed to the princess. “That is old magic. True power can be held in your hand.” He held his palm out and a ball of black shadows appeared and slowly morphed into flames. “With true control over your powers…you can do unimaginable things.” He glanced to the old Magister.

“Magister Greystark do not distract the princess. She is training.” The old man snapped as he looked to the young magister.

Though the princess was already very much distracted. She grinned as she looked to the flames within his hand. She could control her magic like that within the Fade. But outside of it…she had to rely upon the runes. With the exception of when she’d calmed Vinelle. She stood from the table, “How do you progress from runes to this?” She asked as she looked to the ball.

Luca grinned as he watched the princess – the awe in her eyes. “I can show you.” He spoke and then smirked to the Old Magister. “You’ll grow more as a mage beneath my teachings.” He remarked.

**

Over the next two days the princess trained beneath Luca. Her control over her magic grew. She’d stay up late with the Magister, practicing and doing as he told her. General Baylar stood guard, her eyes upon the two. The Magister truly knew his craft. He showed the princess things that the Old Magister would have never ventured to try.

“I feel…free…” Jaenyra spoke as she walked the halls of the castle with Juliana at her hip. “My magic…it doesn’t feel like it is burning within me anymore…”

The General gave a nod and a gentle smile, “That’s good princess…just be careful…”

“I am.” Jaenyra grinned as she brought flames to life at her fingertips, her eyes held the flickering flames within. “I feel more in control than I ever did with the runes.” She whispered before she effortlessly waved the flames away.

General Baylar nodded with a smile as she walked the princess into the breakfast hall. She stood at the entrance as Jaenyra’s heels clicked forward and she sat at the table with her father and brother. The three chattered about. Smiles were shared. It was a much better take than three days prior when the Princess had spoken up against her father.

As the doors to the hall opened Juliana turned her eyes to see Vinelle, her breath caught in her chest as she watched the woman walk in. The King stood and smiled. “Dr. Stone good morning. Lady Vinelle it is wonderful to see you.” He waved to a few servants. “Please have a seat. Tell us of your trials.” He looked to the two.

Valon glanced up Vinelle as she came to the table, he smiled to her, she would sit next to him and across from the princess. Jaenyra watched Vinelle in careful anticipation. Her eyes bright with curiosity and a smile upon her lips.

The King frowned slightly when Dr. Stone spoke that he needed to leave, though his smile returned rather quickly. “Of course, of course. I’m certain Lady Vinelle will be more than happy to speak. I will meet with you later, Dr. Stone.” He watched the man before he settled his eyes in on Vinelle. “I believe a personal account of what happened might be more interesting to listen to.” He spoke and then took a sip of his coffee. His evergreen hues looked over her expression as she spoke, he pressed his lips together slightly. He didn’t know exactly what Dr. Stone had done to this woman, but he could see that it wasn’t exactly a gentle treatment. He glanced to his daughter as the mage quickly diverted the conversation.

Jaenyra grinned over her mug of coffee. She set it down, “Quite a bit actually.” She glanced to her father. The King had frowned upon her training beneath the new Magister when he heard about it. But eventually with enough bickering from the Princess he’d given in. That was one thing that Jaenyra knew, if she pressed enough with her father if he was merely being overly protective, he would give in. If it was truly dangerous – he’d fight her to the end of the moon. “There is a new Magister, his name is Luca Greystark, he actually was brought to the castle to assist you.” She glanced to her father whom nodded in agreement. “Though, I have been able to train beneath him and...” She gave a slight laugh, the excitement was easy to feel, almost as if it filled the air around the princess. “I have a new understanding of my magic, I can feel it. Almost the same as I can feel the air as it enters my lungs. It breathes.”

“You should have seen her yesterday afternoon.” Valon chimed in, a smile upon his lips. “She was able to tap into her magic and weave it as though it were silk between the poles in the training grounds. It bent to her will. I’ve never seen her do anything like that with the etchings of runes.” He was proud of her, that was easy to tell. “You’ll have to see.” He smirked slightly to Vinelle, “Perhaps you can traverse through the castle now.” He gazed to his father. It seemed Valon was one to place thoughts upon the table. He was the one that edged things forward and pushed for more. He always pushed for more.

Jaelyx smiled as he looked to Vinelle, “Well, if I am to understand Dr. Stone from our conversation last night, he believed that you would be quite safe to release from your oversights. Though, I do believe it is a good idea to keep General Baylar with you, but I have arranged you a room while you were in training.” The King spoke with a smile upon his lips. He’d made his decision, even when Dr. Stone stated that she failed at first, he seemed to believe in her. “You’ll be pleased with the suite that I have chosen you, I can assure you of that.” He tagged on the end before he took a sip of his coffee. “Tomorrow, I intend to announce you as the Mage of the Council, I do hope you’ll accept.” He placed the offer upon the table, “Plenty of pay to compensate you for the position, you’ll aid us in the inner workings of the kingdom, of our ship fleet, and of course many other things.”

The Princess bit her lip slightly as her father announced this. She lowered her eyes and pushed her food around on her plate a moment before she took a bite. It was evident that no matter if she was happy for Vinelle, she once again felt pushed to the side by her father. She forced a warm smile upon her lips, Valon nodded to her and gave a reassuring smile to his sister. “Father.” She spoke up after a moment of silence had settled in the room. “Do you believe that Lady Vinelle should be allowed to see her family? It has been nearly a week. I would venture to say that is a good deal of time for one that did not plan for such a separation.” Her words were carefully crafted, her smile stayed upon her lips.

The King looked to his daughter a moment and then to Vinelle. He took a moment before he gave a nod, “Yes, I do think that would be quite nice. Don’t you Lady Vinelle? You are free to go into the city as you please, I do wish for you to take General Baylar with you. You will hold a high standing now and with such responsibilities there are always those that look to cast shadows….apologies for the analogy, you understand?” He gave a chuckle and then took a bite of his food.

“I thought that I might be allowed to go.” Jaenyra spoke her crystal hues upon her father.

The King nearly choked on his food, his emerald hues lifted to her, “Jaenyra, the city is no place for the princess.” He spoke as he gazed to her.

Valon stifled a chuckle as he gazed to his father and then to his sister. He smirked to Vinelle. The princess drew in a breath, “You allow Valon to go to the city.” She spoke, a brow raised slightly. “I do believe I will be safe, General Baylar will be with us and besides, Vinelle is your new Mage of the Court.” Her words were pointed.

The King’s jaw tightened, he stared to his daughter. His eyes moved to Juliana whom stood by idly, she seemed to act as though she was not eavesdropping on the conversation. “General.” He called to her.


The General walked over and bowed her head to the king. “Your grace?” She questioned, her ocean hues gazed over him.

“You will accompany Lady Vinelle and...” He looked to Jaenyra whom grinned in anticipation. “Princess Jaenyra...to the city, to visit the Lady Vinelle’s family.” He seemed defeated.

“Yes, of course, my king. I shall guard them with my life.” General Baylar spoke her eyes glanced to Vinelle a moment and then back to him. “When shall this be?” She questioned.

“After breakfast will do.” The King spoke, “Thank you, General Baylar.” He waved her away. Juliana gazed to Vinelle once again and offered a gentle smile before she moved back to the door to stand guard. The King looked back to Vinelle, “This afternoon I would like you to meet with Magister Greystark. I will be at the training grounds to see the new found control that you have over your magic. Please take the morning to visit with your family, relax in the gardens, General Baylar can show you to your quarters when you three return.” He spoke before he stood. “I do have duties to attend to, if you’ll excuse me.” He stepped from the table and stopped before General Baylar a moment. He spoke a few words to her and she nodded slowly, then the king stepped from the room.

Valon chuckled lightly, “You push father around so easily little sister.” He smirked before he took a drink of his coffee. “Enjoy the city, at least you are going to a nice part of it.” He turned his crystal hues to Vinelle and smiled to her, “I too will be at the arena, I look forward to seeing another display of your magic, Lady Vinelle.” He spoke before he stood. “Have a lovely morning, Jae.” He then looked to Vinelle, “Enjoy your time with your family, Lady Vinelle.” He spoke before he walked away.

Jaenyra grinned and stood, “I am glad to see you are well, Vinelle.” She spoke as she started toward the door. “Are you ready to head to the city, General?” She questioned as she gazed to the silvery haired woman.

“Of course, princess.” General Baylar spoke as she moved to follow in tow to the two women. They made their way through the castle and walked down the grand staircase to the courtyard below. General Baylar stepped away then to ready a carriage for them.

Jaenyra glanced to Vinelle, “Was it terrible what he did to you?” She questioned, her voice hushed. “You….are alright...right?” She asked curiously. Asking to go to the city was the princess’ way to get time with Vinelle in order to ensure that she was truly okay. It was a kind gesture from the princess in truth.

General Baylar returned after a few minutes with a carriage in tow. “Princess.” She offered a hand forward to aid her into the carriage. “Lady Vinelle.” She helped her inside as well. She then climbed into the carriage after them. It was spacious inside and not a bit of detail was spared. Plush seats that were lined in blue velvet and trimmed in silver, intricate swirls and markings upon the walls.

“What is your favorite thing from your bakery, Lady Vinelle?” Jaenyra questioned with a smile as the carriage started forward. Juliana glanced to Vinelle and cracked a true smile then, she was composed before the king, but now that they were alone she allowed herself to relax more.

Prince Valon merely nodded to Vinelle. He had always stuck up for his sister. At least, since the passing of their mother. He wanted her to do great things, and he could see that in her. Things that he knew that the King did not wish for the princess to partake in, but things that would one day be needed. The King smiled as Vinelle accepted her seat within the council. When she asked to make a request his brow raised slightly, “Of course. Let me hear this request.” He spoke as he took a sip of his coffee.

The Princess sat up slightly, the look of jealousy seemed to wane. Her crystal hues seemed to lighten as she listened to the words flow from Vinelle’s lips. The king however pressed his lips together. He glanced to his daughter whom had a hopeful smile on her lips. “I will think on this matter, Lady Vinelle. Princess Jaenyra is quite busy with other duties. I wouldn’t want to overload her.” His eyes were stern as he looked to his daughter.

Soon enough the king left the table and Prince Valon stood. He smiled to Vinelle when she spoke of his kindness. “Any friend to my sister, is a dear friend of mine.” He replied and gave a nod before he slipped from the room.

Jaenyra focused in on Vinelle as she spoke of her experiences of her trial. A soft sigh came from her lips. “A terrible ordeal for you to have suffered through, Lady Vinelle. I am deeply sorry for this.” She spoke. When Vinelle spoke the next part, about paralysis the princess’ brows rose. “We won’t allow that to happen. Will we General?” She looked to Juliana and smiled before she climbed into the carriage.

Juliana gave a gentle smile, “We absolutely will not allow that to happen. You have my word, Lady Vinelle.” General Baylar’s smile widened slightly as Vinelle grasped her hand to climb into the carriage. Then she climbed in after her and sat down. She glanced to Vinelle and caught the blush on her cheeks, a bit of a smirk curved up her lips a moment before she regained her composure.

The princess smiled to the two as Vinelle shuffled about to allow a bit of space between them. “Lemon tarts?” She asked and then grinned. “I can’t wait to try all of it. I do love the bread that my father orders from your bakery every now and then...it truly is the best bread that I’ve ever had.” She commented. She raised a brow slightly as Vinelle spoke of making the butter. “You made it?” She asked, she seemed to be in awe of this. “How long would it take to make? I’ve never...um...” She pressed her lips together. She didn’t know much of what went on behind the scenes to make the food that she ate. “I don’t cook...clearly.” She gave a laugh and then smiled. Though her smiled waned slightly as Vinelle spoke of her lack of taste.

“Ah I’ve had the bread fresh.” General Baylar spoke up, a smile upon her lips. “The baked goods are truly crafted with love.” She nodded and then smiled a bit brighter. Then the trio fell into a bit of silence. The princess gazed out the window as she normally did. Juliana watched the two silently. When Vinelle spoke up, Juliana looked to her. “No need to be nervous, Lady Vinelle.” She placed a hand on her leg and gave a gentle squeeze. “Your family is going to be quite happy to see you. I’m sure of it.”

General Baylar was first out of the carriage. She glanced about and looked to the few knights that roamed the streets, they looked back to her with curious eyes. It was very rare for the royal carriage to enter the city without a plan developed and distributed to the entire King’s Guard. But this trip – it was almost impromptu. Juliana smiled and offered her hand up, “Lady Vinelle.” She spoke as her ocean hues locked upon the woman. As Vinelle’s violet eyes locked on her own, her heart leaped within her chest, a pink flush spread over her cheeks and she quickly cleared her throat as she stared after the woman. She turned her attention to the princess, “Princess Jaenyra.” She spoke as she carefully helped her from the carriage. General Baylar turned after she shut the door of the carriage. She watched the interaction between Vinelle and her mother, a soft smile curved up her lips. What she would have given to have her own mother.

The princess seemed intrigued, her crystal hues looked about the streets and settled in on Millian and Vinelle. When Vinelle introduced them her lips tugged into a warm smile, “The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Crane.” Jaenyra spoke as she followed the woman inside. She looked about the small bakery, her eyes gazed to the glass display and she stepped to it. She held a smile upon her lips like a child on Christmas morning. Her father didn’t allow her to venture into the city. It was rare for her to even leave the castle walls. This was a true treat. She stepped over to the bookshelf and looked over the books curiously.

“Princess.” General Baylar spoke as she pulled out a chair for her.

Jaenyra pulled her eyes from a woven basket that she held the price tag in her hand for. She looked to the General a moment and then smiled. She stepped over and smiled to Millian, she could feel how nervous the woman was. She took a seat and then smiled to her, “I would love to try it all.” She spoke, “I’ve always wanted to come here. My mother loved your bakery.” She continued to look about. General Baylar sat down her eyes watched the woman and then she gazed to Vinelle a long moment as her mother left the room and she spoke to the princess. Jaenyra gazed to Vinelle, “She doesn’t need to be nervous...” She spoke and then gave a soft laugh. She was so used to being around nobles that she didn’t realize how highly the general public held her in their minds. As Millian returned with the steaming bread and other assorted items she smiled as the smell wafted to her nostrils. “This smells divine.”

The kind words that came from Vinelle’s mother caused the general to smile as she watched the two interact. She sipped upon her coffee and glanced about the shop. She’d truly never been into the shop. When she was brought on as a King’s Guard...she’d dropped an envelope of money through the mail slot of the door. To help repay for the help that she had been given. But she’d never spoken to Millian. “Your father works in the mines?” The princess questioned curiously, her brows raised slightly. “I’ve...heard terrible things of the health...years of the mines can cause a sickness that is most unpleasant.” She pressed her lips together slightly. “I will ensure that your father can retire from the mines, Lady Vinelle. I will speak to father about it.” She smiled.

“Princess, it may not be that--...”

“I will speak to him. There must be something that we can do to help.” Jaenyra took a bit of the bread. “Mrs. Crane this food is more delicious than I could have imagined.” She spoke after she’d finished chewing. The princess was very prim and proper. Even in the way she held herself as she sat at the table.

General Baylar gazed to Millian a long moment. “I want to thank you, Mrs. Crane.” She spoke up as silence settled in around the table. “When I was quite young, you may not remember me. But you sent Vinelle to offer me a half loaf of bread...it allowed me to keep my strength so that I could become who I am today.” Her words were heartfelt. A thank you that she’d wanted to speak for so many years. “I do apologize that I have not come to thank you before this.” Her ocean hues played over the woman a moment. She then glanced to the window. Her eyes watched the people as they moved about the streets outside. Anytime that she was guarding the princess she was always on edge. Nothing would slip by her. At least, she did her best to prevent it.

“I’ve never heard this story, Juliana.” The princess spoke with a bright smile. “You were living on the streets? We hardly have anyone living on the streets. Would you mind telling us your story?” She took another bite of the warm bread.

Juliana straightened slightly, it was clear that she didn’t like being the center of attention. “That was quite sometime ago, princess. Before we had such a nice orphanage to take care of the children of the city. I convinced your father to put more money into such things...” She cleared her throat slightly, “I was homeless, and without a mother or father...Mrs. Crane here was the only person who seemed to have heart enough to offer me something. Even if I managed to find coin the vendors wouldn’t allow me to buy from them.” She took a sip from her coffee.

“But aren’t you related to Commander Baylar?” The princess questioned, clearly intrigued.

“Ah, um...not quite no.” Juliana shifted slightly in her seat. “Commander Brewer, he was just a King’s Guard at that time. He found me in the streets and something compelled him to help me. So he took me under his wing and he trained me to become a King’s Guard.” She left out plenty of story, which was a bit clear in the way that she delivered her words. General Baylar gave a weak smile.

The princess nodded slightly, she seemed to get the hint. “Ah what a lovely story, General.” She smiled. “I will have to thank the Commander later, for bringing you into the ranks of the King’s Guard. You are simply one of our best.” She took a sip from her coffee. She then took a bite of the lemon tart and seemed to melt slightly to the flavor. She smiled as she glanced to Millian. “How did you start your bakery?” She asked curiously. “Was it a family business that you inherited?”

**

“Is that the royal carriage?” A young man questioned as he walked around it. He was dressed in rag tag clothing. “Who do you think is inside?” He asked curiously.

An older man stood with the young man, “It’s the princess. I saw her with my own eyes. She walked inside with a knight and another woman.” He had a grey stubble upon his chin as he gazed toward the bakery. “You know boy.” He turned and grasped the young man by his shoulders. “A little raven told me that a war is coming.” He chuckled lightly. “She’ll be the target, you know? Either that or her brother.” He gave a pat to the young man’s shoulder. “The shadows talk boy.” He continued walking along the cobblestone street. The young man stared toward the bakery for a long moment before he took off after the man.

Juliana had stifled a chuckle upon their arrival to the bakery – the way that Vinelle stumbled through her name to then calling her General. She merely smiled to her – the warmth of a blush upon her own cheeks. Few called her Juliana, but there was something about her name upon the lips of this woman that caused a spark within her chest. Jaenyra had climbed from the carriage and glanced to the two a moment before the greetings were had. “I can only hope to be as good of a queen as she was on day.” The princess replied to the kind compliment of Millian. “Thank you for your kind words, Mrs. Crane.”

Soon enough the group sat at the table inside and the princess insisted to help Vinelle’s father with retirement, even to Juliana’s attempt to speak up against it. Though it was Vinelle’s words that caught the crystal hues of the princess. She focused in on her, a curious look in her eyes. She knew nothing of how the world functioned outside of the castle. A sheltered life of a princess. The smirk at the end of Vinelle’s monologue caused the princess to smile before she sipped from her coffee. “I see. There are many things that I have yet to learn.” She gave a soft laugh as she saw the nod between mother and daughter.

It was Juliana’s turn to speak then. As she spoke of her childhood memories and spoke thanks to Millian...the warmth of her hand over her own caused the woman to pause slightly. Her lips curved up into a smile, Millian was so kind. “The Gods have their ways.” She had replied before she continued her story.

Jaenyra took a bite of another baked good as she honed in on Millian as she told her story. She had a bright smile upon her lips as she listened intently. “You’ve made so much for yourself.” She spoke and then took a sip of her coffee. “This is truly something to be proud of, an incredible bakery.” She gazed about the space again before she looked to Vinelle whom spoke. When Vinelle spoke of becoming the Council Mage the Princess looked away slightly, her expression faltered – but only for a moment. Juliana caught the princess’ gaze and offered an encouraging smile to her.

The silence that filled the room caused General Baylar to turn her gaze to Vinelle, just as the woman looked to her with furrowed brows. Her eyes tracked outside through the pristine windows of the bakery to look to the older man and the younger boy. She watched the exchange between the two before they both scurried off. She would need to question Vinelle on them later. It was enough to catch the mage’s attention at least – and that had Juliana’s attention.

Soon enough the time spent within the bakery had to draw to an end. Jaenyra smiled, “Oh yes, my professor might be quite cross with me, I’m about an hour late to my lesson.” She laughed lightly. “But well worth the time, Mrs. Crane. Thank you for having us, we will see each other again I am certain.” She spoke before she followed General Baylar outside to the carriage.

General Baylar helped the princess into the carriage and then looked to Vinelle, “Yes of course. I wouldn’t want anything to happen. Give me a moment.” She helped her inside and then shut the door. General Baylar walked down the street to a nearby guard whom saluted to her.

Jaenyra peered through the window after the General as she seemed to exchange words with the knight. “That was a lovely get away.” She spoke as her crystal hues fell upon Vinelle. “This morning...with my father...thank you.” She searched her eyes for a long moment. “I do believe that he will deny me as an understudy. But I will do my best to help you with the affairs of the castle...it is a different world from here in the city.” She gazed out the window as the General returned and climbed into the carriage.

The carriage began to move over the cobblestone streets as soon as Juliana closed the door. Her leg was once again pressed against Vinelle’s in the small space. She glanced to her and nodded, there was no need for words. She was merely confirming that she’d carried out what Vinelle asked of her. “Did you enjoy the bakery princess?” She asked to break the silence that had settled around the three.

Jaenyra’s crystal hues looked to the General a moment before she smiled. “Yes, yes of course. You were right...there is nothing like the taste of the bread when it is freshly baked.” She gazed to Vinelle a moment. “Your mother is very kind.” She complimented. She drew in a breath as she looked back out the windows to the curious eyes of the public.

Soon enough the carriage arrived back in the courtyard of the castle. General Baylar climbed from the carriage and aided the two from it. At the top of the stairs a finely dressed nobleman stood he had thin framed glasses and a neatly kept peppered beard. “Princess Jaenyra, you’re quite late. Your father informed me of your trip to the city.” He spoke as he approached and bowed his head. “I do hope it went well.” He gazed to Vinelle, “Ah, you must be the new mage.” He bowed his head to her as well. “The king spoke highly of you, my lady.” He spoke this before he returned his attention to the princess. “Are you ready for your lesson?” He questioned.

Jaenyra looked to Vinelle and then to General Baylar before her eyes settled back on her professor. “Yes, of course.” She returned her attention to the two. “I will see you two soon, I hope.” She spoke before she was led off by the man.

A guard approached and bowed his head to Vinelle before he saluted his General. “General Baylar – it has been requested that upon your return to the castle you take Lady Vinelle to the training grounds to meet with Magister Luca Greystark.”

Juliana nodded to the knight before he turned and returned to his post. She glanced to Vinelle and smirked slightly, “I do suppose I need to get you to your lessons.” She led her up the stairs into the castle. “Though, I’m quite certain that you have better control of your magic than he could even imagine. Don’t you?” She had a knowing smile. She knew that Vinelle’s magic was that of the Gods...so how could a human magister truly help her? It would be like a human magister attempting to understand the magic that coursed through her own veins – the magic of light and dark.

They walked through the castle to the west wing that held the barracks and down a flight of stairs that led to the training grounds. Different from where the king had Vinelle show him her magic days before. This was where the knights trained – not where the royal family trained. But it was just as magnificent. Swords leaned against wooden racks as well as shields. Dummies lined the edges of the arena. The Magister stood in his fine clothing – a forest green vest that was embroidered in golden etchings and black trousers with shined shoes. He looked out of place upon the training field. His vibrant green hues fell upon the two. “You must be the Lady Vinelle.” He spoke as the two approached. His eyes glanced to General Baylar a moment. “Thank you for bringing her, that is all I will need for now.” He dismissed Juliana.

Juliana stood frozen for a moment, she drew in a breath. “Yes of course, Magister Greystark.” She bowed her head to him. Her ocean hues turned to Vinelle. “Lady Vinelle – enjoy your training time – it is truly an honor that the tower has graced us with such a talented Magister.” She spoke before she turned and stepped away from the two. Though General Baylar didn’t stray far – she stood at the edge of the training grounds – her eyes upon the two.

Magister Greystark returned his gaze back to Vinelle and he smiled. “I’ve heard that you have great magic.” He spoke, “Magic that can be performed without runes – that is a great feat for most and you’ve only just become attuned to your magic.” He seemed to study her as he spoke. “You may call me Magister Greystark, or Luca if that fits you best, Lady Vinelle.” He smiled before he walked over to a rack and lifted up a shield. He set it down on the loose dirt about five feet away from Vinelle. “So show me what your magic can do. If this shield were an enemy...if you were protecting the king or anyone of the royal family...what would you do?” He looked to her with a curious smile upon his lips. He only knew what he had been told by the king of Vinelle’s magic. But he wanted to see for himself what she was capable of. “Oh and Lady Vinelle...don’t hold back.” He smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest as he waited.

**

“Is that the new mage?” A knight questioned as he approached General Baylar whom stood with her hand upon the hilt of her sword. She merely nodded to him. “She’s more beautiful than I imagined her to be.” He chuckled as he returned his attention to his General.

“Do you think that a woman has to be ugly in order to hold great power?” She questioned as she shifted her weight from one foot to another. A smirk curved up her lips. “I wouldn’t answer that, if I were you Edmund.” She chuckled lightly. “She is about to use her magic.” She nodded back toward the field and pulled her attention from it.

“So that is why our training was postponed this morning.” He came to the realization.

“Yes, but you’ll be expected to train this afternoon.” Juliana spoke as she kept her eyes on Vinelle. “Under the heat of the sun no less.” She smirked before the knight chuckled and left her side. Once again she stood alone – her ocean hues locked upon the Magister and Vinelle.

A set of soft footsteps approached. “Ah, I didn’t miss it did I?” The familiar voice of the prince filled General Baylar’s ears.

“My prince.” She bowed deeply to him before she gazed back to Vinelle. “No – we only just arrived.” She spoke.

“Good.” Valon stood with his hands clasped before him. “I’m curious to see how she’s grown with the trials that she faced with Dr. Stone.” He commented. “Enough that my father named her Mage of the Council. So it must be quite impressive.” He drew in a breath. “Do you believe she has control?” He asked then as his eyes found Juliana.

General Baylar gazed to the prince a moment and then nodded. “I trust her, Prince Valon.” She replied, “I would trust her to defend me as well.” She returned to attention to the Magister and Vinelle. Patiently waiting now.

The nudge within the carriage caused a smile to curve up the lips of the general. Thought she’d raised a brow slightly to Vinelle as if to ask a question. But not a word was uttered over her lips. The princess had gazed between the two with a smirk. But she too kept quiet during this moment of exchanged glances.

Jaenyra nodded slightly to Vinelle’s words. “You are honorable. A quality that is not found amongst nobility often, if I am being quite honest.” She seemed to think a moment. “When you get my father to see me as more than I am, I will thank you for it. But he has a skull as thick as stone. I understand his grief…and this is how he has chosen to cope.”

Soon enough. Vinelle and the General walked through the halls of the castle. Juliana glanced to Vinelle with a smirk upon her lips. “From what I’ve seen of him with the princess, he is a bit…arrogant…it wouldn’t hurt the man to be put in his place. He isn’t a fool. But he is very young to have been given the title of Magister. I haven’t been able to find much information about him unfortunately.” She commented as they walked down the long hallway. The castle was beautifully decorated - centuries of art and carefully crafted sculptures. When Vinelle stopped her at the door the general turned her gaze to the woman. Her expression was curious.

As Vinelle spoke a grin split General Baylar’s lips. The gift. It had truly helped them. “It was me yes. That was the only way I knew to say thank you.” She chuckled slightly. Her heart pattered within her chest, swelling quickly. Her stomach filled with an unfamiliar nervousness. “You don’t owe me anything, Lady Vinelle.” She searched her eyes. It was then that the guard passed them, even Juliana gasped slightly. She had been so enthralled that she barely noticed any movement aside from their own. She cleared her throat slightly to settle her nerves. “How about tonight? Dinner?” She smiled, a fresh pink over her cheeks. The general then pressed into the training fields with Vinelle.

Valon watched as the tendrils ripped from the ground and pierced into the shield. The prince held a smirk upon his lips. “I questioned father on getting a magister for Lady Vinelle. Her magic. It isn’t the same as the magic that my sister holds. There is something different about it. Isn’t there General?” He posed the question and gazed to the petite woman next to him.

Juliana smirked to the prince, “It is a gift, wouldn’t you say?” She remarked before she looked back forward.

Luca stood with his arms crossed over his chest still as he watched. His brows rose as Vinelle displayed her magic. Effortlessly. His lips parted as he looked to her, she didn’t appear to be strained at all. As the sword formed and pointed to him a chuckle came over his lips. “I see. Well done.” He took a step back as he stared to the dangerously sharp blade. His heart began to race within his chest. “Lady Vinelle.” He cleared his throat nervously.

“She could kill him.” Valon spoke, his voice nervous.

“She could. Yes. But she won’t. That’s the point isn’t it, my prince? She is to display her control so that, His Grace, may trust her.” General Baylar spoke. “That magister is quite young. If you ask me.”

“He is…I thought Greystark was a bit older. But perhaps I am thinking of his father.” Prince Valon spoke as he relaxed when the sword clattered to the ground.

Juliana gazed to the prince with her brows furrowed slightly. “Perhaps.” She replied simply.

Luca clapped his hands together, a grin upon his lips. “You have incredible control, Lady Vinelle.” He walked around her like a predator circling prey. “How do you fair against another mage? Have you tested this?” He questioned. “Can you control your magic well enough to deflect my magic?”

He stepped before her and held his hands together before him. He began to form a swirling ball of shadows as he whispered the spell beneath his breath. He bounced the ball around in his palms and grinned to Vinelle as he backed so that he was 20 feet or so away from her. “Defend yourself.” He threw the ball harshly forward. He formed another and another. He tossed the balls toward her with ease.

General Baylar tensed her grip upon the hilt of her sword tightened. She was thankful Vinelle had drank the vial of blood before entering training with the Magister. She but her lip slightly, how much is too much? Valon glanced to the general and then back to the two mages. “What if he hurts her?” He asked.

“I won’t allow that.” Juliana spoke as she watched carefully. The moment that Vinelle looked as though she was under any sort of stress, she would step in. She’d stop the Magister. What was he trying to prove?

“Should we stop him?” Valon questioned his eyes looked to the General’s hand upon her sword hilt.

“I will. If she needs me to.” Juliana replied, her eyes never broke away from Vinelle.