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"Today's the day... she'll return today, I'm sure of it!"

Inside his chambers, four months after his injuries had healed, Evan had finished dressing himself in his stately raiments, the tones of blue, white, and silver all comforting and reassuring to the young Prince of the Light.

"It feels good to be standing under my own power again!" The Prince thought to himself, fingers finishing to brush his golden locks of hair, before tying it to a single lengthy ponytail. But despite his recovery process, no one had heard or seen Prince Rowan in or on the human's dominion, hearing from his Father that she had returned to her homeland.

Even as he performed his duties as a healer to his people, he didn't feel much like himself. Especially his demanding tone when it came to the whereabouts of the Flame Prince, becoming quiet and despondent for the rest of the day whenever the news came up fruitless.

He clutched his staff closely to his body as he left his chambers, taking to the halls, breathing in the warm scent of livelihood. "She must be back today, I-I'm sure of--it??"

Glancing out the window, he could see a faint trail of black smoke in the distance, moving hurriedly through the Worksmans' Quarters of the Castle town.

"...What???" He hurried towards the main courtyard, wondering if there was an emergency in the works, and why no one was doing anything about it.


On flaming tread-steps, Rowan was on her way back. She had crested through the hills past the nexus-point to the Plane of Fire, and could look down into the valley and see the human empire, a small smile was on her face. She had relatively enjoyed her stay in Kasairona, but was pleased to see her soon-to-be second kingdom.

She hurried towards the city gates, Rowan darting through with a definite regal air like the proud Prince that she was. The crowds parted to let her through, the people stopping their shopping and working to gawk at the Prince's choice of mount; she rode atop a great black horse with a fiery mane and tail; a fire elemental stallion, with which an equally imposing mare was tethered behind.

Finally she arrived at the gates, the soldiers swinging open the great iron structure in recognition of the Royal figure.

From the great doors, Prince Evan stepped outside to see the commotion and the black smoke's origin, his eyes lighting up delightedly at the sight of his betrothed. His heart had swollen for a moment, stepping towards her to keep his composure, taking immediate notice of the fiery beasts, looking like they were the source of the smoke he saw earlier.

"Ah! Prince Rowan! It is so good to see that you are well!" He hurried down the steps to meet her.

"Hmph." She smirked a little, dismounting her steed and standing at the bottom steps. "Those should be MY words, Prince Evan."

Without saying any other words, Rowan went to the mare and untethered it. She then walked to the prince and held out the reins to the animal, immediately taking note of the Prince's eyes.

"Wh-wh--wh-what manner are you giving me th-this for--" Evan stammered, uneasily looking into the dim glimmering of the mare's eyes. "Y-you're giving this... to me???"

Prince Rowan inhaled; humility was not in her nature at all. But in a swift motion, she was on one knee, head down, arms raised with her hands palm up, the reins across them to the human. Hurriedly she began to speak. "Prince Evan, for saving my life from the forces of the Air Kingdom of Sylfaedra, I present to you this token of Our gratitude, a Flare Equine." Her eyes were open, but she looked down and off to the side. She felt embarrassed, not just because she was on her knee in front of several guards and servants to see, but also because Evan was human. Evan on his own would not change Rowan's negative racial views on his species. "A-Awarded only to those who have been deemed worthy of such a beast."

He was absolutely crimson-faced, eyes looking to the seemingly intimidating beast, before looking to Rowan's posture again, his heart beating faster. "I-I... I am humbled that you would bestow such a gift to me, Prince Rowan--Y-Your Majesty. I-I am most honored..." He gulped meagerly, reaching his free hand out to touch along the mare's slender face, immediately relieved that the beast wasn't hot to the touch or melting him with flames of defiance. He saw his betrothed looking down and away, feeling a little bad for her. "Pl-Please, I'd rather y-you not bow like that--I-I feel so embarrassed when people bow to me..."

Rowan let out a sigh of relief, standing once more and using a hand to wipe her knee. She stood close to Evan's side; her face was rather blank, but her eyes seemed to hint to a small flash of gratitude to no longer being humble. "Aside from this gift, I believe you are owed a considerable dowry as well, due to my initial mistreatment of you during our courting in Kasairona, so please, accept them both," she asked this quietly.

Evan gulped again from how close she was to him. But following a sort of procedural manner, figuring this was a private matter, he nodded firmly to her. "Of course, Rowan. After all, we have much to catch up on during your abscence." He nodded, petting the mare again carefully, before he requested a servant to take reins of the noble beast to the private stables, which had not seen much use during the last few months.

Back into the castle, Rowan began to walk with Evan. "So, has anything particularly exciting happened during my leave? How are your wounds? Did it leave a scar?"

"Ah, well, as you're curious, I will get your personal concerns out of the way before getting to political matters." He unbuttoned his robe-like coat and lifted the bottom of his undershirt to expose a thin burn scar, diagonally along his stomach, going down his waist to the right side of his hip, and going up his shoulder and over his left teat. "It is not as prominent as when it occurred, but such was an inevitability."

Rowan gave a small nod, taking note of the Healer Prince's first battle scar. "I would say that healed rather nicely, much better then one could hope."

Now they had strolled into the gardens, Rowan took a deep breath, the flowers here smelled wonderful, their perfume making the air pleasant. "I do hope you use the horses, they may seem intimidating but they are extremely loyal to their masters. Though, warn the servants not to attempt to ride them, it could result in death."

A worried expression came over his face from Rowan's casual warning. "O-o-oh! Of course! I will be sure to relay the message indeed!" He nodded before covering himself up again, realizing that he had walked with his chest exposed for a small period of time. He cleared his throat afterwards.

"As for more important matters... during my convalescence, I was informed that we had received visits from delegates of the Water and Earth Planes." His eyes studied Rowan's as he spoke, seeing her brow wrinkling. "I-I only caught sight of the both of them once, when I had finally gotten enough strength to stand under my own power without pain--"

"Why are Water and Earth coming here?" To her, it seemed strange indeed. Normally such things were for important matters, and aside from the upcoming wedding, there wasn't anything special going on. "Oh yes, I hope that my servants made it here in a timely manner?" As Rowan had been away for some time, she had sent ahead a handful of servants for Evan's service. And it would help Rowan feel more at ease as she had also sent half her personal guard; an attack like what had happened with the Airs could not happen again.

"Ah??" He looked around, indeed seeing what was one of Rowan's personal guard, making conversation with some of the palace servants about something he couldn't exactly hear. "I-I had focused intently on making myself of use once more, that I hadn't until now noticed your people among us." He nodded simply, before looking to her again, seeing the Prince's visage once more. "As for why Earthen and Aquatic delegates are here, I was only told by His Imperial Majesty that they were discussing certain matters with some of our nobility..."

This did not sit well with Rowan. "As the future rulers to the Fire and Human realms, I am disappointed that I was not informed of such matters." They continued to walk, the guard hanging back as to allow privacy. It was in Rowan's personality to normally just barge into the throne room and demand answers. But the reason she had been gone so long was to take counsel from her father, to learn patience. "This evening, I would like to speak with the Emperor about this negligence."

"Of course, Rowan." He nodded. "Truthfully, I wish to know why I wasn't properly informed of this either." Evan mused disappointedly. "Even if it was because he did not wish to worry me as I recuperated, it was still not right to withhold such information."

He knelt towards some of the more vibrant-toned and fragrant flowers, inhaling its pungent scents. "But of you, Rowan? If you do not mind my prying, what urgent matters gave way to a return home?"

"I needn't divulge myself to--" She snapped with a fiery bitterness to the Prince, before suddenly correcting herself, breathing firmly. "I will not deny that during the first weeks of our courting, I have been nothing but cross and angered with you. So, as to better temper myself as a ruler and a spousal figure, I sought counsel from my father. I only hope that I will follow through His Majesty's advice--"

"You're stubborn and proud." Her eyes met Evan's, the Fire Prince's containing a searing undertone to them. But a faint smile was all the human mustered. "I know you would not let your father's advice go unheeded."

Rowan tilted her head, a tiny smirk meeting the Healer Prince, before the air was silent between them.

"The other issue, Your Majesty, was that during my capture with the Air Elementals, they had made mention of another Fire Prince. I had consulted with your father, and immediately departed to Kasairona to bring the matter to my father." Her eyes met the Healer Prince's, seeming strong but showing a dimming flicker. "I have a brother, Evan. A brother I never knew existed until recently..."

He gasped at the news, his eyes widening a slight, seeing his betrothed's uneasiness. "That's... that is not good news for you, Rowan? Y-yes, the news must be disconcerting, but--have you been trying to make contact with--"

"He was killed in battle, brought back from the dead as a Revenant by fanatical flames, forced Earth and Water under Fire's sway, had his Core plucked from his being by the Airs..."

He breathed in and out uneasily, trying to process all of this information that the Fire Prince had fed him. As far as he was aware of, he had no secret siblings of his own. But to have a brother you would had never known, was not only dead but in the throes of undeath--which he didn't know could even HAPPEN to elementals, it was all very bothersome and trying to think about.

"With all respect, Your Majesty," Rowan beseeched him again in that quiet tone. "I would like to not talk about this any more."

Evan nodded, reaching a hand to touch the Flame's, before feeling that brash tone of pulling it away. As much as she was ready to follow on her father's advice, she was nowhere near the mood for such a menial interaction.

As they walked along the inner courtyard and gardens, the two saw what was most definitely a dressed human nobleman, walking with a wavy-dressed woman, whose skin was slightly azure-toned and bore wavy blue hair.

Rowan's face fell into a frown. She didnt care much for the Water Elementals; she had seen first hand what happens to a fire elemental when they did not know how to defend themselves with lightning or intense heat. Internally, she gave a shudder. It was not a pretty sight to see a fire elemental snuffed out. Plus they had a strange ability to cause someone to drown when not even remotely close to water.

"So that's the Water Delegate..." Rowan whispered to Evan, uneasy at the sight of the aquatic woman. "If I didn't know any better, she might be trying to get lecherous with someone's pocketbook." She looked up at the sky, shuddering primally. "I'm getting most uncomfortable with such a wet woman."

Rowan's eyes narrowed towards her now. If this woman was here to simply play around with nobles, that was fine by her. But the looks she was giving were most uncomfortable. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and while she was pretending to give attention to the noble she flaunted herself on, her gaze was on her and the prince.

"I think it wise we get away from her quickly."

"Ah, m-most astute, Your Majesty." Evan nodded, taking her hand firmly now, fighting with Rowan's insistence with walking hand-in-hand. He would not relinquish as he suddenly got more excited now, his eyes focused on Rowan again. "Oh! I had almost forgotten! As per your prior demands, I had requisitioned some private quarters to be made in the barracks to suit your personal requests!" He seemed quite jovial, unaware of the Water Delegate's gaze continuing to follow them even after they had exited the courtyard. "When you stated that you breathe more comfortably in the barracks and medicus in place of the Royal Quarters."

"Oh good. I presume you would show me now?" Rowan decided to let it go, and interlaced his fingers with Evan's, giving a small smile.  It pleased Rowan that Evan had been able to get the new room arranged in the time she had been gone. "I hope it looks as nice as what I had prior."

He was still a bright crimson, but as his princely duties surfaced again, he nodded and squeezed his hand back, feeling a definite warmth from the Flame Prince's hand now. "From what I inspected, most of the affects and belongings that were in your chambers in the Royal Quarters were moved to the room in the barracks."

The two passed by the training grounds, where male and female soldiers were training with all manner of weaponry, sparring either with each other or with training dummies. The Flame Prince couldn't help but steal a glance at some of the female soldiers in training, hearing their war cries as they faced off against their targets or even against their male counterparts; in the deepest recesses of her mind, she envied them.

"And as your quarters are close by, if the thought ever crosses your mind, you are free to partake in the training exercises as well." He glanced at his feet, a wavering undertone in his own voice now. "I-I... I cannot have a near-fatal encounter again, much like the encounter with the Airs... I-If I am to live long enough to last through an encounter with any potential foes, I will have to learn much more than just how to mend woulds..."

Rowan stopped suddenly, her hand squeezed Evan's tight, her face very serious as she looked at him. "Then we need to train you in combat first. That's it." She pulled Evan close quickly and put a hand behind his head, gently pulling his hair so she was looking into the other's eyes, ignoring a faint groan from the prince. Their faces were mere inches apart, and Rowan's eyes glowed in the afternoon light. But it suddenly didn't matter that there were many witnesses taking in this display; Rowan felt this was very important.

"If we can get you trained, then maybe you'll be more effective as a prince and a healer. That is my condition: become a warrior, and I will withdraw my ban on you in the battlefield."

He had never seen Rowan looked so passionate. Sure, he saw her furious, saw her irritated, saw her smile (albeit rarely), saw her worry, and saw her even prostate herself with that fiery gift, but... never passion.

"Th-this must be serious... e-e-even when you said that you had not been given the freedom to fight yourself." He gulped uneasily, wondering if that was not the right thing to say. But with a firm breath and a glance up to Rowan's passionate orbs, he nodded. "Very well. I will take you on your offer, Your Majesty."

She put his face close enough that the tips of their noses touched. "Good." He whispered, her breath hot on Evan's lips. As suddenly as she had grabbed him, she let go, of course making sure Evan didn't stumble or fall. "Now, I believe we were on our way to my new room?" He raised an eyebrow, a coy but cool look on her face.

"Y-yes! Of course!" He nodded and blushed even brighter, the close proximity almost had lead to somewhere he wouldn't have minded leading to. "B-but! If I succeed your expectations of me, Prince..." He stopped outside of the Fire's quarters, just before looking up at him. "Then could I make a request of you in turn?" His heart beat fast, still fearful that each word would step him out of bounds.

She stopped, the smile leaving her face, "What is it you want of me?" she asked in that neutral tone.

"I-I-I dare not speak it now!" He spoke in a flustered way, his skin practically competing to match the fiery red tones of his betrothed's eyes. "Partly because I feel I am not yet amicable enough to ask you of it, nor can I not think of how to express this." He gulped again, many visions dancing in his head. "Regardless, will you let me request it of you if I do become a capable warrior?"

Rowan placed a hand on the wall behind Evan and leaned in. "I do not like to be in debted to any one. Much less a HUMAN, even if you are my betrothed, but... I am WILLING to put that aside, for now. And IF you become a warrior, then you may ask me."

A hopeful smile crossed his features, even after the intimidating presence that had shut the meek Healer Prince a few seconds earlier. "Very well, then. I will not stall you any longer~" He turned around and opened the door to Rowan's quarters.

Within the room were a few affects that was in the previous room the Flame Prince inhabited; a stately and elegant bed, firm and smooth to the touch; an armoire that was filled with straight-laced and more Rowan-appropriate attire: noblemen attire that suited the Flame Prince's masculine tendencies, completely outnumbering the single blue/white/silver gown on the other end of the closet, and the Flame Princess's gold and red wedding dress from the castle town tailor's, the first of many orders Rowan asked for prior; a simple vanity; curtains that would shut off light from the window and give it a crimson glow at night, as according to some of the guards that passed by the empty room during nightly patrols...

Rowan was pleased and suddenly exhausted. She had been taking lessons from her father everyday for the past four months. And for the evenings, she had worked tirelessly to help with the peace treaty between the humans and Kasairona, alongside taking into the further details of the peace treaties between the planes of Water and Earth to the plane of Fire. The damage caused by Velius's campaign had truly taken a toll on these peoples, and learning how to mitigate the damage between these planes kept her up as well.

Taking off her long jacket, she threw it to the floor and went to the bed, flopping down on her stomach. Her eyes closed and she inhaled deeply before letting out a mighty sigh, deciding to finally just drop her bravado for now. "Thank the gods, I haven't felt a bed in these four months!"

"Tr--Tr-truly?" The fact that Rowan had just collapsed effortlessly onto the bed seemed to answer his question for him. He approached her, sitting on the edge. "I presume you were busy then during your absence?"

"Between lessons from my father, and smoothing wrongful tensions between Earth, Water, and Fire, I don't even know how many hours I was able to sleep inbetween." She grabbed at a pillow and smothered her face in it a moment. "Come here." She waved her arm about without lifting his head, eventually grabbing at the sleeve of Evan's raiments. "You're my... wife? Whatever, you're mine, lay with me." After getting a hold of his sleeve, she yanked Evan over, feeling a tiny faint of heat on her face. "I mean I... I wish to cuddle. I just want to sleep and I..." She turned her face a slight, giving him a glance of her ember. "I missed you... s-some."

"Rowan..." He blushed at being called a wife, and though it was true, it was still a little embarrassing while he was in his own empire. "But of course, husband~" Evan teased in a soft, sweet manner, a hand returning the gesture on Rowan's arm, letting his stately robes rub against the Flame Prince's firm body. "U-Unless I am needed, I will lay with you for the time being, Your Majesty. E-e-especially since it would not harm us to accustom ourselves to such a-an activity..." He bit his bottom lip, letting his foot touch hers.

"I missed you too, Prince Rowan."

As Evan settled in bed next to her, Rowan turned on her side and put an arm over his chest and a leg across Evan's. Realizing she had her shoes still on, she took a moment to remove them and then settled back. As she was taller, her head was higher then Evan's, but she still curled herself a slight to rest her head against her wife's.

"You're so stiff. We're married, Prince. You shouldnt be so uptight."

He glanced away briefly, breathing anxiously before his eyes noted the ceiling while feeling her firm head against his own. "Ah--w-w-well, We're not all so versed in this..."

"Who said I was any more versed?" She corrected him. "I am merely taking the initiative."

He breathed in, before shifting his body so he was on his side as well, a hand resting on her shoulder, his legs brushing against Rowan's. "The anticipation has made me anxious, I suppose. I've been counting the days when you'd return, Your Majesty." He confessed to him, his other arm snaking underneath her side to complete the action of embracing her. "Including most pleasant dreams to comfort me during my convalescence..."

She scoffed at him, her faint warm breath against him. "Well, I could assume correctly what sort of dreams you've been having, Prince Evan." She cast a sleepy glance at him, the dim flames in her eyes complimenting a yawn from the Flame Prince. "Just because I'm here, you needn't stop yourself from having them."

"W-well, you ARE the prominent actor in my dreams--"

She put a finger to his lips. "Silence, please... you needn't spoil your dreams to me..."

Evan's eyes watched her carefully, as her eyes fluttered shut. He was waiting for her to finish that thought, before realizing that her pleasant breathing and limp arms confirmed to him that she had already fallen asleep.

"Sh-she really was so exhausted..."

He shrugged his shoulders, pressed his forehead to hers, and decided to join her in that notion, his fingers emphasizing a squeeze to enforce his hold on her. And as she slept, he boldly leaned his lips in to steal a kiss off of her firm, strong lips, feeling her dull heat course through him. He pulled away, and let his eyes shut, ready to join her for a warm afternoon nap.

Inheritors of Paracelsus (Chapter 9)
Chapter 8: 'Reprieve'

With some adjustments made, as well as with a couple of... unexpected faces, fire returns to the human empire...


This is a story and RP co-created by myself and with my dear friend :iconsailor-alnilam: A tale of war, politics, and arranged love...

The preview image was also made by :iconsailor-alnilam:

Without bidding anyone farewell, Rowan took her own horse and traveled the long, arduous four-day journey back to the Elemental Plane of Fire. Immediately passing through the Nexus-point brought relief to the Prince. And the closer she got, the better she felt, the dry winds and cleaner air feeling wonderful to her, finally able to shed her cloak.


Once in the courtyard, she dismounted and left the horse to the bewildered servants. She quickly made her way inside the palace. Rowan's low heeled boots clacked loudly on the black marble floor.

"Father!!" She loudly burst into the throne room, her tone vehement.

Crimson eyes darted away from some strategists regarding advice, before the stately royal looked to his daughter, the Flame Prince, coming in, the other subjects bowing away to allow her to approach her father.

"Ah, Rowan my lad. So good to see you are well!" He stepped down from the throne, before immediately noting that something was wrong with his child. "Well? How fared the festivities in the human lands? And what of your bride?"

"Bride?" Rowan stopped herself, thinking briefly for a moment. It had been almost two months at least since Evan had been Eva. "Oh yes, about that; I had discovered that Eva is actually male, father. Fitting, I'm sure."

The King of Kasairona immediately drank in this new information, a matching grin on his prominent cheeks. "Oh really now??" It truly meant that there wouldn't be any difficulties with ensuring an heir after the children of the Crown. "It is most fitting indeed! Eva, that little deviant--"

"BUT, my reason for being here is two-fold. It is a matter of importance I wish to discuss with you."

The moment Rowan gave the 'stink' eye to the other fire elementals in the throne room, her father knew immediately the severity of this, especially as his daughter was so straight-to-the-point. With a simple snap of his fingers, everyone in attendance immediately made tracks to give the two their privacy.

"Now, what troubles you, Rowan?"

He gave a partial smile to his father. "First of all, the human Prince, my bride, Evan... 'Resplen' was it? Evan Resplen Elsgarde has performed a great boon to our Kingdom and to my being. And for his surprising bravery, I wish to bestow upon him one of our fiery steeds as a fitting reward."

The fact that his child was actually bestowing a semblance of generosity and elation, brought a delighted grin to King Kasairona's features. "Of course~ It shall be done immediately! By what act of bravery is this gift rewarded for, Rowan?"

"For saving my life, Father. I was attacked by air elementals, which we have long thought to be in hiding." The King's jubilation was immediately cut short. "They openly attacked me, away from the Imperial grounds, and had dragged me into the forest. Though I am unharmed, Prince Evan risked his life to save me, all the while nearly bleeding to death and undergoing a slow recovery at this moment. If it were not for him, they would've snuffed my fire and stolen away with my Core."

The King said nothing, his body firm and stony, his eyes looking darkly to him now. "So... they have already begun their assaults indeed..." He turned his back and walked towards one of the windows overlooking the oasis. "Scouts from the Elemental Plane of Air have been encroaching upon some of our western territories since three days ago. Elus has been overtaken, but reinforcements from Sulfuras and Gehennes are turning the tide on them as we speak."

"And how do you feel knowing they tried to kill your only child...?!" Rowan's voice took on a hard edge. "Oh! Wait, that's right, Im NOT your only child, am I?! Someone named... Velius, Father? I belive the humans called him Velius, father!?" She walked over and glared harshly to him. "Tell me! Tell me about my brother and why I have no memory of one!"

The King was silent for many seconds, the air between them tense and unbearable.

"...You were never to know of Velius, Rowan."

He looked to her now. "Velius was the first born of your Mother and I, but as he grew and received training, he took an almost unholy delight in battle. So entranced with it, he renounced his royal name, prefering to run our military, ascending to the rank of General to our men.

"When he heard of your birth, he requested me to name you the sole heir of Kasairona, while he proceeded with his campaigns to the Earthen and Aquatic Planes. Shortly after, during your unveiling as the Prince, We had heard word of his death from his campaign against the Water Plane. Even when he renounced his title, he was still my son, so I had mourned his loss in private."

Rowan closed his eyes, mulling over this information on why he never knew about her brother.

"How did he die??" Rowan felt a little sad, only discovering now that she had a sibling with which she could never meet with now. "I-I refuse to believe he could have truly died!"

"You would be correct on this notion, Rowan." He caught his child's incredulous eyes on him. "His own troopers had recovered his essence... but not his core. He was slain in combat, but extremists of our nation sought to revive him, regardless of his missing core. They had succeeded in reconstituting his physical form, and when I had seen my first born once more, he had become... someone different. Someone VERY different.

"An ember faintly burning; a fire that smoldered long after the ashes dissipated. My own son had become a Revenant. His eyes and cold words continued to swear loyalty to Kasairona, but without his core, he was emotionless, darkened, without a soul." He shuddered from the bitter memory.

"No sooner that he returned to life did he immediately return to the battlefield, swearing to me that he would finish the campaigns he swore to uphold. And before I knew it, he had completed his long-sought goal of 'allying' the Earth and Water Planes to us... through violent and destructive means. Those that did not surrender to him willingly, were immediately vanquished without mercy."

Rowan's eyes widened, the heat in her heart core seeming to ache now. "Father... is THIS the reason we are on good terms with the Earth and Water realms?! Not out of a genuine trust, but out of fear and subjugation?!"

"When I had heard the news myself from my scouts, I was as distraught as you are now; not because of the atrocities he committed, but also of the news that after he had completed his mission, he left his armies behind, and vanished mysteriously. Velius forced their hands into joining us, but I and my dignitaries had done everything in our power to smooth the tensions between us all--"

Rowan's flames blazed all along her feet, a furious gaze across her features. "B-By the Flare Matron, Father!! Th-then that means they were right!! Those damned Air assassins--it was all his doing?!" He seethed bitterly, wearing a molten imprint into the floor with his anger. "And after they had bragged about wanting to pluck my Core as a trophy, like they had Velius's--"

"WHAT?!" The flames in the throne room all seemed to flicker and flash in an instant by the King's surprise. "...The Air Elementals, they... have his Core?" He shook his head, a hand cupping it in place. "This is not a good omen. A Revenant is driven only by the duties they once had when they were alive; once completed, they become nothing more than stagnant, motionless beings."


"But anyone who holds the Core of a Revenant can bend the being to their will... which means that that damnable harlot, the Air Queen, could very well have our Velius under her thrall, planning him for who knows what sort of atrocities to commit!"

Rowan crossed her arms, looking out to the distance, her eyes seeming to burn brightly. "...Perhaps he simply needs a hero."


"Father, I wish to seek him out! I need to see him with my own eyes!"

"NO! I FORBID YOU FROM MEETING VELIUS!!" His voice flared with a deep boom, a few ornaments in the throne room far away from them combusting immediately from the intensity of his voice. "If the Air Queen has his Core, then any encounter with him will surely bring disaster. Especially as the Air Elementals have made attempts on your life, Rowan; who's to say that they will not simply send him to you!! You will never be in any condition to meet Velius!"

"Father, this is out of the question!! I do not care how long I must wait for it to happen, or whatever fateful event precedes us, I WILL see this brother of mine!!"

"You will NOT stage a suicidal campaign, and risk the well-being of your people, solely to see him!" His eyes clashed with Rowan's, and while the Prince's burned with intensity, the King's eyes raged as long-lived molten lava. "YOUR RESPONSIBILITIES are to your people, and to peace with the Humans. Nothing. MORE."

With a loud cry, Rowan literally erupted into her primal state of living lava, flames and molten energy searing and burning the more delicate and weaker affects in the throne room, before surging out of the throne room in a wave of burning hatred.

The King remained unphased by his child's tantrum, breathing uneasily before looking to a portrait hung above the throne, framed in impervious carbon and diamond. A portrait of the King, of his late wife the Queen, otherwise known as the 'Flare Matron', and of a decorated youth all dressed in armor of red and coal-black.


Within the dark confines of the Air Kingdom's fortress, a strong-formed man stomped his way towards the throne room. He was clad in blackened steel from neck to toe, had ashen coal-toned skin, and black sockets where there should be eyes, instead having pale wisps of flame occupying its sockets.

The armored man came stomping into the Air Queen's throne room, an expansive and very dark domain. As a ruler herself, she was often referred to as the 'Queen of Whispers and Darkness', mostly by her own people. The room had but two fires, one large by her throne, which doubled as a lounging sectional, and the other by the exit. Beyond those two puddles of light, all was black.

He dropped to one knee and lowered his head, his blackened hair pooled onto the floor. "Queen Aerora, I have news from one of your scouting parties."

"Oh~?" Her airy whispers seemed to come out after her ruby-red lips motioned the word, her majestic figure lounging comfortably in her throne. A pair of horns jutted out of her platinum blonde head of hair, and her shining white dress contrasted the darkness of both her throne and title, hugging much of her outlined hermaphroditic being. "And what do my darling revolutionaries bring, Velius darling~?"

Velius lifted his head, his eyes were rather devoid of life. "Only one of your scouts that spied on the Human lands have returned alive, but with good cause. They have discovered that the Prince of Kasairona is staying in the Human Emire. They acted foolishly, however, aiming to kill her, rather than capture her."

"Ooohhh~ I believe I know the scout you're speaking of~" She yawned lazily, lifting her leg up seductively, her dress remaining draped along her skin, exposing very little skin. "So, I am to assume the Fire Prince disposed of him?"

"No. From what he reported, it was the human Prince who aided in the Fire Prince's rescue, whilst single-handedly destroying the core of the scout's comrade. Though the other survived, he suffered great wounds." He searched his Queen's face to judge her reaction.

She moaned softly. "Fascinating~ I had heard from the winds of the Human Prince; a healer is already bothersome enough~ But I hadn't the knowledge that he would have an edge~" Despite her demeanor, she giggled with a cruel and dark edge to it. "These Humans... if only there were a harmless method to shoo them back to their OWN Realm, we wouldn't need to snuff out their lives... I do hope the scout who lived to tell of this news is being treated well~ He IS the first I gifted with the... mmmmmm~ delightful art of Asphyxiation~" She cooed again, fingers running down the curvy outline of her shoulder and slender arms.

"He is recuperating within the Hold, My Queen."

She smiled indifferently. "Good. Tell the ventilists that after his recovery, he is to stay and begin training the initiates as soon as possible~"

She yawned playfully, watching an invisible breeze of a servant drift past Velius before leaving the throne room. Sitting up now, her lazy eyes opened to their full attention on Velius.

"Now, entertain me, Velius darling~ What is this news regarding the Fire Prince in the Human's domain?"

"It is a curious undertaking, My Queen." He closed the distance between them, kneeling at her feet and laying his head on her knee. "Kasairona had decided to wed their Crown child to the Human Prince. And they have yet to consumamte the marriage, as the humans also demand they marry in their Empire to ensure it is a mutual joining." He sighed disinterestingly. "I think they hope to end the war. Air is the only unaligned plane now." Velius looked up to her, his eyes showing utter and blind trust.

"Oh??" She giggled cutely, wondering why they would wed together, while she caressed her glowing pearl brooch, a fiery shine glowing from around her chest and neck. "Do they intend a deeper generational hold between them? Could a fleshy meat-vessel even produce an heir with an elemental? Such a delightful notion~" She chortled wickedly.

His neutral lips, however, shared no humor in it. "I would go to war with the world and kill them all for you, My Queen." Had he his core, he would not be in the same room with this woman, nevermind resting his head against her as if he was a child looking for comfort.

"Patience, Velius dear; patience." His word of immediate destruction ruined her reverie. She still smiled, caressing his ash-toned cheek. "If we went to war now, then Fire, Human, and all the subjugated Water and Earth under their sway would fall on our fair dominion. We must return equality to the Elements, before dealing with the wicked humans who have your Core."

"Anything you wish, My Queen. I am but your tool. Use me as you see fit." He practically fawned over her in his own way; what he lacked in emotional repsonse, he made up for with pretty words and flattery. He hadn't gotten the slightest clue as to when he pledged his loyalty to the Air Queen, but in his dead mind, he only knew that this was the right way. "I wish to be the one to cut down these Princes, both the fire and human."

She cooed warmly for him, loving the dull heat he emitted against her. "Carve the human heir however you'd like~ But I'm more surprised you would express desire to cut down your own sister, the Flame Prince~" She giggled darkly. "How arrogant and hateful must someone be to deny their birth gender, Velius?"

"Quite arrogant, Aerora." He spoke weakly, eyes looking up to her. "You freed me from my pride, My Queen. And the only thing I am guilty of boasting is my eternal loyalty to you."

She smiled wickedly to him, leaning her upper body in to plant a soft kiss on his lips, so chaste and light, before pulling back. "And when the day comes to meet your sister again, dear Velius, will you..." She ran a delicate and fully-nailed finger to her neck, mocking a throat-slit gesture to him. "FREE HER of her pride as well?"

"...Yes. I will."

Inheritors of Paracelsus (Chapter 8)
Chapter 8: 'Two Princes'

Rowan returns to question her father, about the brother she never realized she had...


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"The Prince!"

Voices rang out and the metal plating of armor clanged. The guards saw the sight of the severely

injured Prince, held in the arms of the taller and more fiery heir to Kasairona, who had also looked

none the better.

"Get the healers!"

"Alert Their Majesties!"

Rough hands quickly took the Prince from her grasp; one look at the blood on his robes, and on the

Flame Prince, and Rowan was immediately apprehended.

"Wh-what is this?! I saved him!" She tried to pull away, but she was being held back by four

guards. "Evan! Tell them!!"

He was finding it hard to breathe, to hear...

But his eyes could only faintly see Rowan being apprehended, firm harsh words firing off at Rowan,

even with Iliya acting as his crutch the moment he was dragged away.

They were trying to separate themselves from her. He struggled to stand on his own two feet, his

eyes on his guards, desperate to find the words to stop his own people from hurting his flame.

"UN... HAND... HER!!"

He ordered loudly and prominently, seemingly using his firm royal authority for once. He looked

like a mess right now, especially with some blood seeping from his mouth. As if he could collapse on

his own. "...You will NOT hurt my future Bride." He seethed deeply, even as his body quivered wearily.

"W-we were attacked, th-the BOTH of US... So please... t-tend to her... as w-well..."

The sight of Evan unable to stand under his own power made Rowan loose a small blast of heat

surrounding her, scattering the guards that attempted to detain her. "You'd be wise to not touch an

elemental, unless you intend to kill her." She threatened before running over to Evan, putting an arm

behind his back and picking him up once again in a cradling hold, a gentle heat eminating from her


"Old bag." Rowan insulted the attendant without a second thought, her eyes very serious. "Where in

this blasted place can I--"

"Take him to the barracks, in the infirmary. Time is of the essence."

Iliya led her down to the medicus, where she laid Evan atop a stone table with a thin cloth


"Is he going to be alright?" Rowan asked with wide eyes.

"Whatever you've done to cease his bleeding, it's holding well." Iliya nodded, looking back to her

charge, who had fallen unconscious before being carted away to the medicus. "Hmph--and they say flames

can never be used to heal. Cauterization may not be pretty, but I can't deny it does its job. But at

the least, our people will heal whatever minor wounds he's got left while he rests."

She gleaned towards the Fire Prince. "And as per Prince Evan's will, we shall tend to your--"

"You've already done enough with your treatment of me when I was trying to save him!" She snapped

harshly at the mature handmaid. "So you can keep your sympathy to yourself, humans!" Her eyes moved to

her intended, who was breathing slowly amidst the care of a couple of healers. A mix of uneasiness and

relief washed over her.

Iliya led Rowan out of the medicus, where they were suddenly flanked by guards. "Easy, gentlemen.

Easy now." The attendant raised her arm to them, seemingly exuding an air that didn't match a proper

handmaiden at all. She turned to the elemental and smirked innocently. "Now, dear, since you're

obviously not in need of medical treatment, why don't we clear this misunderstanding and tell us what


She was somewhat taken aback; as if this woman wanted her to be guilty. "You, are, a HANDMAIDEN.

When your station is higher then mine, then you shall hear it from my lips!" She gave her a

challenging look.


"You remind me so much of many other elementals, who bragged of being at higher stations than I

was, back when I was a mere soldier." Her grin turned dark. "Where do you think they are NOW?"

"YOU INSOLENT--!!" Rowan's anger flared up at the attitude exuded towards her. Her fists balled up,

she so desperately wanted to singe this old woman's face off. "Speak to me like that AGAIN, and I will

make you JOIN THEM! Now take me to their Imperial Majesties!!"

The mood outside of the Medicus took a fiery turn, the guards having their weapons poised at the

Fire Prince wasn't helping matters either.

"...Of course." Iliya said, her voice not even the slightest twinged with fear. "Let us see to the

Emperor and Empress indeed, Your Majesty." She curtsied and led her out of the barracks, weaving

through the guards that still had their weapons at the ready. "And I will confess... it was a stuffy

sort of gala."

"Don't you DARE speak to me, wench..." Rowan had completly forgotten, and rolled her eyes. She

hadn't the time to ponder needless things. With Iliya and a handful of guards, they marched to the

throne room, where a very worried looking Einz and Fiora sat. The Empress seemed to scowl as she

looked at 'Rabekah' wearing men's clothing.

"Your Highnesses." She said with a bow, returning the gesture towards Empress Fiora.

The Emperor looked at the two women, catching his beloved's disapproving gaze, knowing full well

the cause of that gaze. "Well, dear, our son had made mention of Her Majesty eschewing dresses for

masculine attire. We don't want the Flame Prince to feel uncomfortable here." He mused to her, before

standing from his throne, and coming down to meet her face-to-face. "A scout had informed us during

the gala that you had brought Evan into the castle, the both of you looking as if you were caught in


"Prince Evan is recuperating in the medicus as we speak, Your Majesty." Iliya reaffirmed her

Emperor. "And Princess Rabekah was most cooperative in the healing process."

"ROWAN." She harshly corrected the attendant. "My birth name is Rowan."

Emperor Einz cleared his throat. "Then tell us what has happened to the both of you??"

Rowan nodded, a glint of respect towards King Elsgarde. "Evan took me to the Lowlands so I could

catch my breath. The air flow in your castle is not ideal for me. While we were there, we had a

disagreement over... living arrangements. I presume he returned to the castle to prepare for the Gala.

When I had finished venting my frustration, I was ambushed by what I assume was a scouting party of

two Air Elementals. They attempted to kidnap me, and after some time, Evan had come to my resc--a-

assistance. He took up arms with a mace and sought me out, managing to kill one while the other


"M-My son... in battle?!" Empress Fiora was immediately shocked at this news, nevermind to hear

what else had happened afterwards.

"Indeed. I had to cauterize his most severe wound, before I brought him back to the castle."

"Airs... Air Elementals??" The Emperor was right distraught at the news, his firm features slightly

loosened, trying to maintain his composure. "They're the only plane who have never show any immediate

aggression to us--"

"Your Majesty, the very fact that these beings have infiltrated our nation without so much as a

notice from the citizenry," one of the generals in attendence spoke up. "it means that they are

becoming much more of a threat. Especially as they've made attempts on both the Flame Dignitary as

well as the Prince!"

"Well then, General, I do hope you are preparing the men to fight these threats." Iliya affirmed to

him. "The movements of Air Elementals have always been difficult to predict, after all."

"I am preparing them as well as you have taught me once before, Commander." He nodded to the


"Oh stop that, General. You know that that has not been my place for a long while now." Iliya

firmly corrected him.

The general turned and bowed to Their Majesties. "We will bolster defenses around the Keep and the

Princes during his convalescence."

Rowan looked at each of their faces, reaffirming that they truly believed her, though that damn

attendant looked ever accusing, especially as she was actually regarded with some semblance of

respect from a military official. "This one," She pointed to Iliya in a firm and commanding

tone, with the attendant fixing her own dirty glare at the Fire Princess; a look that basically told

her 'I've killed more than you've EVER had in your entire life'. "This wench is to stay out of my

sights, and not to keep me from my fiance! I will not hesitate to take action against a servant!"

Without awaiting a reply from their Majesties, Rowan marched out the throne room and back down to

the infirmary, where she had taken a stool and placed it at Evan's bedside where he was relocated. She

saw that the Prince was resting soundly in his bed, his body twitching on occasion. The extra healing

from the other healers prior helped to mend the smaller wounds on him, and to reduce the hideous

cauterized scar she noticed on his body as much as possible. Realistically, she knew it would be

impossible to eliminate it entirely.

"Prince Evan... I suppose you can consider this your first battle scar."


It was finally morning in the medicus of Elsgarde Keep. Sunlight filtered into the windows, and the

only two denizens of this room were currently asleep.

Resting in one of the beds was Crown Prince Evan of Elsgarde; on his back, his upper body clad in

bandages and dressings from his wounds. His eyes fluttered meagerly awake, taking in his practically

empty surroundings, including his sole visitor.

He could see that Rowan had practically fallen asleep on the stool she sat on. Her arms were

crossed under her head, having bent her upper body over onto the bed, her head resting right close to

Evan's hip. The Prince could only blush a little at where her head was very close to.

What he didn't know was that Rowan spent the entire night at his bedside ensuring that nothing

happened to him in the meanwhile. She even had to chase off Iliya once during the middle of the night.

She didn't like the woman at all, and was wondering if she had any involvement with those air

elementals that assaulted them; Iliya was likely the only person who could have known that the two had

been out walking that day.

Rowan quickly felt a twitch beneath her head, now aware that Evan had woken and slowly he turned

his head, seeing him looking at her sleepy orbs, a small smile etched onto her face. "Ah~ Good, you're


He tried to sit up, but bit back another groan of discomfort from the lingering pain of recovery.

He laid back down once more. The sight of her smile, tiny as it was, made him warm all over. "Y-you

st-stayed through the whole night...?"

She sleepily glanced at him, still in the process of waking up. "Mmm? Yes... yes, I did. What, erm,

husband--wife--husband-wife would I be if I did not look after my spouse? Especial--" Rowan let out a

great yawn and sat up stretching. "Especially if my spouse was also my savior?"

He gulped uneasily as he heard those words from her, blushing brighter. "I-I am moved to hear this,

but more oft, I am glad to see you are most unharmed from that awful business as well." His softened

gaze hardened a slight. "I must confess, Your Majesty... when I saw the smoke, I had thought you were

incinerating my lands as a means to vent your frustrations..."

"Well, it WAS a very tempting notion, Evan." She smirked sleepily. "I was so cross at you for

talking back to me, I contemplated incinerating my gowns at a later time, merely to spite you." Her

cold grin met his slightly despondent azure orbs, and she sighed weakly. "BUT, seeing as you saved my

life, I'll spare them."

She saw how he sighed softly in relief, but getting a feeling that this wasn't out of politics. Did

he really enjoy seeing her in gowns? Rowan shook her head and decided to pay more focus on the rest of

his body. "Hmph~ How are you feeling? Does your wound still hurt?" She indicated towards the

cauterized wound, which as he was shirtless, there was a white bandage from shoulder to waist, wrapped

all around him.

His fingers touched it meagerly, which did sting a little and was accompanied with a mild hiss from

him. "I suppose it still is..." He looked up at her from his laying position. "The only unfortunate

news is that my guards lashed at you instead of treating you... a-and I am to remain bedded for a

prolonged period of time." He distressed himself from saying this. "It means our wedd--AAGH..." He

tried to sit up again, but the pain was becoming more predominant.

"Stay lying down, the skin will be... shrunken so to say, and it will make movement harder for a

while." Rowan gently touched a hand to his shoulder, eminating heat that spread down the scar, trying

to ease away the pain. He breathed sharply initially, before warming up to the fire's touch, his eyes

locking with Rowan's.

Evan surrendered and laid himself back down. "I-It means our wedding in Elsgarde will b-be


Rowan still dreaded a wedding in Elsgarde, still wondering if it wasn't too late to steal Evan off

in the break of morning to Kasairona. Or whether she would come as 'himself' or as Rabekah.

"R-Regardless, y-you needn't suffer staying here if it does not suit you whilst I am recovering."

He chuckled weakly. "I will understand."

With a grumble, Rowan muttered, "The only person to leave will be that damned attendant of yours."

Her eyes narrowed and looked at Evan, "Despite how you feel for her, I find a certain distate for

Iliya. She has been nothing but rude to me since the day we met."

He chuckled weakly again. "Iliya always was a second strict mother to me. As for her distaste..."

he sighed. "I believe it was a fire elemental that k-killed her lover and ruined her military career,

from a time when women were forbidden to fight in our armies." He glanced upwards. "She will not tell

me who had done it either. If she holds contempt to all elementals, it is only because she will never


Rowan hardly felt that was a reason to hate all elementals; holding prejudice against more then

eighty percent of this continent's population was NOT a healthy and smart notion. "Yes, well, if she

wants an inkling of hope of being your servant the rest of her life, then she'll have to accept me.

I've never soiled my hands with human blood, but I SWEAR she will be my first."

He chuckled weakly, smiling meagerly to her. "Rowan, if my parents do not control her, I most

certainly can." He looked to the side, seeing that currently he was the only one occupying the

medicus beds, before looking to Rowan again. "So, what are you going to do now? As you stated before,

you cannot stay in unfavorable air, especially as I am amidst my convalescence."

"Yes, I know. And yet, somehow, the air down here seems better. Perhaps as we are in a rather

straight corridor. I noted that the halls in the barracks were straght corridors with curtained off

rooms. Plenty of windows to let in fresh air, too." She gave a small chuckle. "Mayhaps I should just

move into a room down here?"

He blushed at her mild reverie. "A-Amidst the medicus and barracks...?? Th-there is sparse any room

for a n-noble though..." He looked up at her again, seeing the strong features on that face of hers

that just seemed to spell out 'no contest'. "Ha, well, I-I will see what can be done, then."

"This will be the only way for me to remain in your kingdom until you are well again, or even

until... until our wedding." The way she said it really did make it sound like she was dreading the

occasion, mostly because on that day, she would remain as the Princess. "...Shouldn't someone have

been here by now with your food, medicine, o-or something?!"

He chuckled delightedly at how worried Rowan was acting, showing even this sort of PDA for him.

"Y-you needn't worry, Rowan. It is still early in the morning, and I would feel rather disconcerted if

I was fawned over--"

At that moment a couple of healers had come in, with a servant holding a silver platter, taking to

his sides.


"Your Highness, with all due respect, it would be most prudent to let Prince Evan rest at this

moment." The servant bowed to her, before they began tending to the Prince.

Rowan gave a small scowl, falling back into 'his' mood, before getting up and leaving the

infirmary, slamming the door in the process.

Evan felt so helpless right now, wishing he could follow her, but every motion of sitting up

rewarded him with pain and a rush of hands ordering to keep him down lest the flesh rupture and spill

more blood.


His back was a little stiff and he stretched as he got into the hallway, also letting out a jaw-

cracking yawn. Funny, he thought; HE was the one who had been kidnapped, and yet no one had asked HIM

how he felt. Though he felt fine, it would have been nice for someone other then the Prince to show

concern towards him.

"Oh well..." he said to himself and started up the spiral stairs. "If they hadn't threatened to

imprison me, I wouldn't have thrown their 'generosity' back at their faces."

As Rowan walked, another simple maid approached him. Slightly entranced with his beauty, she

stammered and bowed to him. "A thousand apologies, but H-His Imperial Majesty requests your


"Oh?" He raised a brow but then ushered her to lead him to where Emperor Einz might be waiting.

The maidservant had led the Flame Prince into a chamber with a lengthy table, where he had been

sitting and going over some old tomes, before he caught sight of the servant and Rowan. He had

surmised that this was the meeting room.

"I-I brought the Princess as you have requested, Your Majesty."

"Very good, then. Leave us be." He shooed the servant out before looking to Rowan. "So, Princess

Rabe--I-I mean, Rowan, you appear to be in more 'relieved' spirits."

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, please inform your servants that unless I am in my dress, I am

Prince Rowan."

"Ah, I understand. Your own preferred taste." He mused about her moniker of being called 'Prince'.

"I will instill it soon enough."

He gave a small bow at the waist. "And yes, I am feeling better. Thank you, Your Highness. You

wished to see me?"

He gave Rowan a firm nod, a world-wearied look on his face that coupled well with his many years on

the throne in a hostile realm.

"Yes, I asked for your presence to discuss the matter of events the previous night. I apologize in

advance that I could not take immediate precedence of your words, but my son's condition, relative to

your injuries, was the higher priority, especially in front of the citizenry and court." He stood and

approached him, his firm and calloused hand on Rowan's shoulder.

"The Airs have always been a hindrance at worst to my Empire, to my people. Whether they are shady

fencers, or turgid highwaymen, they have always kept their actions and consequences to themselves. But

the very notion that they have become stronger, to the point of attacking their sworn enemies in our

very lands... it stands as a very dire situation." He looked into the Fire Prince's eyes. "As such, I

am quite concerned about the safety of both you and my son."

"Hmph, you flatter me, Your Majesty." Rowan was genuinely taken aback by the Emperor's concern for

his welfare. "Aside from you and Evan, the priority of your soldiers and damned hag of a handmaiden

was to detain me." He seethed to himself, slowly unclenching his fist. "But I assure you, I can take

care of myself, Your Majesty. I was simply taken by surprise."

Emperor Einz looked to Rowan in a fatherly manner. "I am more than certain you may handle yourself,

but without your notice, you've shown a definite intrigue in my son." He saw the curious look in

Rowan's eyes. "Oh yes, he had always kept to himself, barely bothered any of our servants; now to hear

Prince Evan ordering our servants constantly about when it came to your welfare at our Keep, even

demanding the priority of your well-being when you were close to being detained--" he smirked. "Evan

truly has his sights set on you, even if he is too humble to acknowledge it."

Rowan raised an eyebrow, a faint glimmer of warmth on his cheeks. "Oh... Really? He has been doing

all of this... for me?"

He leaned in a little closer to him, a new whimsical smile on his lips. "Indeed, Prince Rowan. He

may be the Prince, but he has rarely, if ever, exerted his authority over the servants in the Castle.

I believe that alone means he must be preparing himself for the future... Or wishing to impress you;

mere speculation, of course."

A faint smile of his own overtook Rowan's lips, before he then shook his head; he had to get back

to what really mattered at the moment. "Which reminds me, one of the Air assassins happened to mention

another Prince of the Flame... Your Majesty, would you happen to have information on this?"

He leaned back, taking his hand off of Rowan's shoulders, before glancing out the window, the sight

of the castle-town always an assuring sight to the King. "The closest memory I can recall... it was

during the time of my father, King Heigan. Our nation was constantly under attack from the forces of a

ruthless and violent Flame Elemental from your Father's armies. And not just any Elemental, either: a

Revenant, brought back from the dead by twisted magicks. He was the self-proclaimed 'Zenith-General'

who often boasted that he was the proud warrior-born of your Father. If I recall, he was 'Zenith-

General' Velius--"

Both Emperor and Flame Prince heard the sound of shattering ceramic out in the hall. The both of

them opened the door of the meeting room to see the attendant Iliya at the other end of the hallway,

the shattered articles broken at her feet. They could not see the dead-eyed fear in her eyes from the

back, her body shaking faintly.

"...V-Vel... ius..."

"Iliya, is everything alright?" He addressed the handmaiden.

The mature woman bounced back to coherence, feeling aflushed as she began to collect the jagged

pieces. "Y-yes. F-forgive my insolence, Your Majesty." She bowed her head to His Majesty and to Rowan,

before hurriedly getting out of sight.

"She overheard us." Rowan stated in a most deadpan manner, his arms crossing underneath his chest.

"She continues insisting on being my shadow... I do NOT enjoy her company, Your Majesty."

"Had she overheard, I merely presume her old army memories had returned to betray her." Einz merely

smirked at this. "As for the matter on Velius--"

"Your information has been more than helpful enough." Rowan stepped past him. "I thank you for

speaking with me and telling me of this other... 'Prince.' I must--no, it absolutely cannot wait

another moment!"

"P-Prince Rowan--"

His eyes took to Evan's father. "I know it will pain him, but if Evan asks for my whereabouts,

inform him that I returned to Kasairona to discuss urgent matters with my father! I will return to my

wife as soon as I possibly can!"

Rowan gave a small bow of the head and then immediately excused himself, heading back to his room

on the 3rd floor of the castle. Gathering only a small handful of his masculine wear in a satchel, he

hurried down to the livery stables.

He NEEDED to see his father. NOW.

Inheritors of Paracelsus (Chapter 7)
Chapter 7: 'Convalescence'

Desperate to be healed, yet grudges can be hard to settle...


This is a story and RP co-created by myself and with my dear friend :iconsailor-alnilam: A tale of war, politics, and arranged love...

The preview image was also made by :iconsailor-alnilam:


Apollo Alexandre
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
Current Residence: Edmonton, AB, Canada
Favourite genre of music: Video game, but I can appreciate classical, techno, and some "hit-stations" on the radio.
Operating System: Windows
MP3 player of choice: SanDisk Sansa
Wallpaper of choice: Nice-looking/humorous ones
Favourite cartoon character: See also above, but wants Spongebob Squarepants to die in a fire...
Personal Quote: Hmm/Mmm
  • Listening to: Music stored in laptop
  • Watching: Comedy Network, Discovery Channel, Teletoon, VGCW
  • Playing: PSO-2, Shin Megami Tensei 4, Project X Zone
  • Eating: lots
  • Drinking: lots
New puppy in the limelight, taking hours away from sleepy times so she could get us up to take her outside.

Lazy days where I don't really feel any urge to work/type  while watching over said puppy to ensure that she doesn't pee/poop in the house.

The Metal Star Prophecies, High School Slayers, (Fire Red Nuzlocke done, wondering if I'm gonna try it again if I get Pokemon X/Y), and now a new sort of idea for a story, or even more so, a script in the mental woodworks. Something superhero-y, a battle between laws and freedom, oppression and anarchy, order and chaos, seen in a different light...

Oh, and Otakon. I'm definitely going to that this year, for EFFING sure. *nods*

Perhaps staying out there for a little bit will jog up my mental drives, get me to finally break out of my MSP block for Chokehold.

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chiscringle Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2014  Professional Writer
Thanks for enjoying Moon!
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Happy Birthday c:
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Gina + Lucian. ^_^ Found you.
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Oh Hey, I'm Nicodapeek on Gaia Online C:
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why does the "guy" need a suite?
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Dunno... why does the 'guy' need a suite?
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[link] this might explain things.
TheWrightWay Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer

... *shrugs* Appropriate skin tones, so the mask matches the body. lol
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