Note: I would like to thank my wonderful editor aprlfool29 for all her help.
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They meant to kill him.
Jack was tired and weary, beaten and strung by his hands to a post in the middle of a courtyard in the midst of the coldest winter. He was stripped of his powers and stripped of his clothes. Expressionless, he stared straight ahead of him waiting death.
Hidden behind the wall of the courtyard, Jillian watched. She waited until she felt it safe to come out, praying she would be able to save the handsome Knight.
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He was Jack Frost, the Winter Fairy Knight of the magical Fae Race. It was his job to bring winter to the world both human and fairy. The other fairies said he was made of ice, that he did not know how to enjoy the warmth and sunshine of spring or summer. They called him the Frost Knight. His disposition was as chilly as the artic winds he created. He never smiled, never laughed. He hated all things bright and joyful. Yet, there was something irresistible about him. Maybe it was the hint of darkness or danger he projected. Either way women simply could not resist him.
This particular winter, the Fairy Queen had just about enough of his dark disposition. She had tried to talk to him, to see if he could at least find joy in bringing forth the beautiful winter lands. But no, Jack, the Frost Knight would just make some sarcastic comment or simply shrug it off. So as punishment, the Fairy Queen assigned him one of the hardest and most dangerous jobs that her knights had. Jack was to break the curse of eternal winter on a remote island which is how he got into his current predicament.
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"Isn't no need for us to kill him," one soldier muttered.
"Aye, he'd freeze to death or die of bleeding" agreed another.
"He won't die for hours yet. It aught to be long and painful" commented their leader.
"Yes," cried the remaining eleven soldiers. They wanted revenge on Jack for defeating their shadow forces, and capturing the Ice Witch. They had managed to regroup and waited till all the fairy forces had left with their captive to ambush Jack using a magic binding circle to strip away his powers. The leader ordered them to depart and left Jack to die.
Wearing a dark cloak that covered her entire body and hoping the soldiers wouldn't return, Jillian rushed into the courtyard. Her hands trembled with fear but she quickened her pace.
Jack did not notice her due to the pain that clouded his mind until she was standing directly in front of him. As the hood fluttered in the wind Jack caught a glimpse of her face. She had blue eyes, the prettiest blue he had ever seen. They reminded him of a clear sky on a warm summer day. She stepped nearer and he noticed that she was speaking but he did not understand. She was near enough for her scent to reach him. She smelled of the flowers of spring and looked like a vision. Jack decided to taste her soft, full lips before death claimed him. Just as he reached her lips he passed out.
When he came to again, he was lying on a straw pallet. Someone had covered him in two thick blankets. Jillian entered the room carrying with her a bag of healing herbs slowly moving towards Jack. "Are you an angel?" he asked.
"No, my brave knight. I am but a woman." Jack sighed with the simple pleasure of hearing her voice. It was rich and soft and musical. " My name is Jillian Ravensfort. I prepared this room for you when I first saw what they were doing to you. You should be safe for now but must leave by dawn. For in the morn they are sure to come back for the body."
The fever raged in him and throughout the night Jillian bathed the heat and sweat off his body. She bandaged the wound on his chest and prayed it had not been infected. As the night wore on the room got colder and colder and he shivered with its bite. Fearing for his life Jillian climbed into the pallet with him, hoping to share her warmth. She removed her gown and pressed herself into his body.
She must have fallen asleep. She awoke to find herself snuggled to the handsome knight. She blushed at their nude state and hurried to dress. She wondered who he was. He had been in no condition to answer her question. She thought he had to be someone important and obviously very powerful since he had defeated the Ice Witch. Besides she had seen the proof of his strength. Her was tall and had finely toned muscles all over. She especially liked his chest. She shook her head, now was no time for idle thoughts. She had to get the knight dressed and they had to flee to safety.
He had been drifting in and out all night. Each time he awoke he found his angel beside him. Her lovely blue eyes so full of concern, her gentle hands had cooled his fevered skin and she had warmed his body when chills had racked his bones. In her embrace he had slept, with her scent surrounding him.
Now, he awoke to that scent. He felt much better and the cobwebs had cleared from his mind. He remembered everything, the battle, the ambush and the lady who saved him. Jack being the cynic that he was could not comprehend why anyone would go out of their way to help a stranger. No, humans never did anything unless they could gain something. As the Winter Knight of the Fae, he had not only created winter wonderlands but also he had observed the humans during that particular season. It seemed that winter solstice was a time of celebration; it was one time out of the whole year when humans tried to be good to one another.
Yes, it appeared that people felt the magical of this time and understood the importance of the days leading to the Yule. But they then gave themselves leave to forget about charity, family, home and all the other things that made life worth living. Humans only showed the spirit of giving during this season then promptly returned to their selfish ways.