Sins of Youthful Love pt 5

Betrothed-

The Sins of Youthful Love

Part 5

 

            Dios stood frozen to his spot around the corner. Had his brother said Cairan? Cairan Biard? That Cairan? It was impossible! There was no way Shep would do something so stupid and rash as to harbor that fugitive without telling anyone. But what if he was? Love made people do stupid, irrational things. He was more than knowledgeable in that department. Dios glanced around the corner, taking in the raven-haired boy that stood by his brother and bit his lip. It could very well be him. He looked to be about the age and he shared the same hair and pale skin of the Biard's.

            Dear Goddess. It was him.

            Dios turned on his heel with a determined expression. He had a call to make.

 

-Betrothed-

 

            Dios stared into the fountain biting his lip. Did he really want to do this? Calling Thyme's army here, giving away the Lost Prince. What consequences would that hold for himself? For his kingdom?

            Dios smirked. Maybe by doing this he'd make an ally of the Dark King, maybe he'd be lenient to his people when he decided to strike. Maybe they could finally get out of this desperate situation they were in.

            Yes, he was going to make everything better. Everything would be fine after making this call. He tossed the coin into the water's surface and spoke the incantation. The water stopped flowing and began to shimmer in the night air.

            After a moment a blonde face appeared in the surface. Dios cleared his throat. The boy looked up and jumped in his seat, dropping the book in his hand. "And you are?"

            "Dios Vonhussen, of Verlorene."

            "Epona Basileus, of well...I don't really know who we are." The boy paused, "What do you want?"

            "To speak with you're father...I-I think I found the Lost Prince."

            The blonde raised a brow. "Really now?' Dios nodded. "Well...I'll just be a moment."

            "Okay." The boy disappeared from view and Dios paused, conflicted. Was this really the best thing to do? He took a breath as an older man’s face slid into view. Well there was no backing out now.

 

-Betrothed-

 

            Shep awoke to the sound of screaming and the feeling of warmth being wrenched away from him. Instantly his eyes shot open, and he scanned the room. Soldiers had aligned themselves against the walls of his room. What the hell was going on? Where was Cairan?

            "Cairan?" He called out, jumping out of the bed, silently thanking himself for putting on boxers the night before.

            A muffled cry met his and Shep quickly threw on a shirt and reached for Kabbelung, removing it from its resting place besides his chair. 

            "Sire, we can't let you leave, the room." One soldier said as he approached the door.

            "Why the hell not?" He yelled, infuriated that they would try and keep him from Cairan.

            "We're under attack sir"Thyme's army. Apparently they found the Lost Prince here." Shep stilled and felt his blood running cold. How could they have found out? They'd been so careful in hiding it. His world tilted violently and he grabbed for the nearby wall to support himself. 

            "I have to get out there," He whispered.

            "Sire I can't let y-"

            "Move out of my damn way," He growled, "Before I cut you down myself!" He drew his rapier for added effect.

            The guard gulped and backed away. He knew like everyone else not to trifle with Shep. His threats were not to be taken lightly. Shep inhaled sharply before beginning a brisk pace through the hallway, drawing closer to the loud screams and clangs of weapons.

 

-Betrothed-

 

Author's Note

pt 5 of the first arc