Chapter 55: The sixth day of the sixth month
I now have an editor, so you all shouldn't need to put up with my typos and poor/dyslexic editing skills anymore.
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Several hours ago
Ethan dropped the last few feet to the ground with the weight-reduction necklace in his hand, landing next to Rachel after Lord Delmar had taken her off the Argo during the fight. He had wasted no time in coming to collect her, and thankfully she seemed completely unhurt. They needed to leave the area pronto in case Lord Delmar was able to remove the arrow that Alana had shot into him and return.
"Rachel?" He said gently, not sure how she would be feeling after what had just happened with her father.
The redhead turned to face him, happy tears on her cheeks and one of the widest smiles he'd ever seen on her face. "He
does
care about me." She said, her tone as joyful as it had been when she told him about her kiss with Alana.
"He does?"
She nodded. "He said that Lord Delmar would be livid if I was injured." Her smile grew even wider if that was possible. "But he
is
my father and he didn't know that I knew that. Why would he say that unless it was true?"
Ethan could think of several reasons -- trying to gain her sympathy for starters -- but didn't want to completely deflate her right now. "That could indicate that."
"Could?" She looked at him, her smile faltering slightly. "You don't think so?"
"I don't know." He replied honestly. "Kendra said that he was holding back while you were on the Argo and that it looked like he didn't want to hurt you."
The redhead bit her lip. "You... you don't think that means he cares about me?"
"I want to tell you that it does, and it does indeed look that way, but I don't want to get your hopes up. I don't want to crush them either."
She nodded slowly. "I... I got a bit carried away just now, didn't I?" Her shoulders slumped.
"I don't know." He replied honestly, stepping closer and enfolding her in a hug which she readily accepted. "We can't dismiss that he was careful not to hurt you, but we probably shouldn't jump to conclusions either. Remember, he did put a will-breaker ring on you."
"Oh." She pulled back a bit and looked at the black mark on her finger where the will-breaker ring had once sat. "But maybe that wasn't him? Maybe Lady Ekthros was behind that and she just tricked him into giving it to me without knowing what it was? If he trusts her, that would make sense, right?"
"It would make sense, but we don't know if that's what happened." He looked into her pale blue eyes. "I don't want you to dismiss that possibility because it
is
a possibility, but I don't want you to latch onto it as the
only
possibility either."
"You're always so kind to me." Rachel smiled at him. "You let me down so gently without crushing--" Her breath hitched slightly. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He smiled at her. "I promise that we'll eventually figure out what's going on with your father. I don't want you to lose hope until we do, but remember the dreams that Kendra and I had where I was fighting him on a battlefield. Frankly, it seemed like a fight to the death and I didn't get the impression that he would ever back down."
The redhead took a deep breath. "Yeah, I did forget about those." Her shoulders slumped.
"That doesn't mean that he doesn't care about you." Ethan added, hoping not to crush her entirely. "Just because he and I might be locked in a fight to the death doesn't mean that he doesn't care about you."
"But from my perspective, that fight can't be won." She swallowed. "No matter who wins, one of you will..."
Not knowing what to say, he held her again.
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Now
Fiona stared at Lord Delmar, having heard and understood every single word he had said but still thinking she must be missing something. "I'm sorry milord, I must be mishearing you."
"I asked if you would be willing to marry me so that Narlotten could obtain an heir." The lord repeated. He still looked like a black-scaled dragon. He
was
a dragon. That fact alone was shocking, but a marriage proposal on top of it?
"I think I'm needing to sit down." The copper-haired woman said after a few moments.
Lord Delmar indicated one of the chairs facing the desk and she sat down on it, only then realizing that she was still holding the arrow that she had removed from his back mere minutes before. She looked at it for several seconds, scarcely believing the night's strange events.
"I can take that." He offered.
He had apparently gotten up and moved next to her chair while she was distracted. She handed him the arrow, then he walked over to the fireplace and tossed it in. The shaft seemed rather reluctant to catch fire, but it eventually did. Fiona watched the relatively thin piece of leather start burning, using that as a focal point to ground herself.
She needed that right now.
After a moment she realized that she was still wearing the strength-enhancing cuffs that Lord Delmar had offered to give her the strength needed to pull the arrow out of his back. She removed them and put them on the desk, still trying to come to terms with the night's events.
"Would it be easier if I returned to my human form?" Lord Delmar asked. Curiously, she didn't get the sense that he was overly concerned about her, only her ability to answer his proposal. This seemed entirely like a practical suggestion rather than one made because he had some particular concern for her beyond what he might have for anyone else.
"I'm... I'm not liking falsehoods much." She replied after a moment. "I'm understanding why you're using use the disguise enchantment and I'm not faulting you, but I'm preferring the real to the illusion."