“Orin, I swear to the Great Spirit and beyond, stop your fidgeting or I'm going to slap you!”

I grumbled and squirmed under the deft fingers of the Sister, who was valiantly attempting to make sure my cravat was straight. It was something I unfortunately could not help her with, seeing as I'd never worn one of the bloody things before in my life. I was beginning to suspect my mother hadn't handled them much either, considering that she had almost choked me to death five times in the last ten minutes alone. Not that I was complaining, mind you. I had much bigger things to moan about.

The first of which was the audience for my upcoming nuptials. After Tessa and Elora had left the palace, Queen Gida had suddenly become a hurricane of activity, throwing out orders left and right while we all watched on in complete bafflement. We had left the palace soon after at the head of a column of gleaming warriors, all in ceremonial dress with halberds in hand. I must have made for quite the sight, being the only person there who looked like he shouldn't belong.

Nobles and commoners alike bowed at our passing. More than a few of which I could have sworn had aimed their acts of deference in my direction. I shrugged it off as the feverish workings of an already tightly-wound mind. Julian and Gida waved with dignified poise as we passed into the star-struck Commons. As much as the common-folk don't like the Nobility, or the Crown for that matter, they did enjoy a break from the monotonous grind of daily life. Seeing the King and Queen out in the lower parts of the city was certainly that.

I had hated having people looking at me when it was only Embla and I on our way to the palace, but this was another fucking level. I felt like when I was younger, when I still worried about people seeing the scars on my back, how I would hide them at every opportunity and look away with shame when they were discovered. I had gotten over that irrational fear and I was sure I'd get over this one. Still, it was a bit much for me to handle. It was hardly like I was among friends either, with Vera and Annabelle walking on either side of me. I appreciated what they said to the Queen to convince her to let us leave the city, but I wouldn't so easily dismiss their condemning me to die.

Not only that, but they lied to me for weeks while I was in the palace, which was somehow worse in my eyes. Say what you want about Gida, but at least I was only too aware of the fact that she wanted me dead.

Our arrival at the orphanage was been met by a baffled Princess Guard and a bunch of really confused children, including a harried looking Delithia. My sister was hurling orders at the others, her voice a perfect imitation of our mother's which I found to be plainly adorable. The young girl, red-faced and with curls bouncing, all but collapsed when she saw the veritable army approaching her. Only when she caught sight of me nestled between the First Knight and Smith did she relax a little, throwing herself into my arms without regard for protocol, much to the amusement of the King of Venos.

I barely got a word out before she grabbed my hand in a vice-like grip, yanking me towards my old room at speed. She muttered at me, though she was speaking much too fast for me to understand. I got the gist of where she was going with it though: 'Do as I say or I'll kill you'. Something along those lines. In short order, I bathed, dressed and awaited my inevitable fate in my room with only the Sister and my brother, Gertrand, who looked about as nervous as I was.

“All done!” The Sister cried out happily, smoothing out non-existent creases on my shoulders. “You look so handsome, Orin.”

I turned from my mother to stare into the full length mirror that we had borrowed temporarily from her room. I had to admit that Laird knew what he was doing.

I was dressed all in black, the colour chosen by the man himself when I had asked what complimented white. The arms of the tunic were covered in intricate stitchings of silver that ran their length before terminating at the shoulders, the cravat of a similar colour. A single band of pure white was wrapped around my right arm, to represent Elora's dress. I knew that a similar piece of fabric, one of black, was currently wrapped around my Princess' thigh, though I was trying very hard to not think about that too much for the sake of my own sanity. My breeches were as well made, though I was thankful that the ostentation of the tunic was not present on my legs as it was on my arms. I reached a hand up to my face, barely recognising the man staring back at me.

I had caved into Delithia's requests and allowed her to trim my long hair so it wasn't so wild. After which she had immediately smoothed it back with some kind of scented oil that I had never seen before. It smelled nice enough, so I hadn't complained too much.

I was allowed shave my beard myself, thank the Spirit, though under the scrutiny of the young woman. She made me laugh more than once, staring at me with an intensity that matched the mightiest of warriors as she watched me drag the dagger across my skin. For some reason being clean shaven made the silver scar on my face seem all the more prominent and not necessarily in a negative way. In fact, I thought it added a little mystery to my appearance. I pondered momentarily on the idea of summoning the Eye of the Storm, but decided against it. As I said before, I wasn't among friends. While I doubt I could keep it hidden from Vera, Annabelle and the others I travelled with for long, I could at least limit those who knew that I could use it while not Bonded. That fact might save our lives one day.

“Spirit, Gertrand! Could you look a little more enthusiastic? Your brother is getting married, and to a Princess!” The Sister chided as she walked over to my younger brother, taking the time to help him with his own cravat.

Gertrand wore a suit of similar cut and colour to mine, though of a slightly lighter hue Absent was the silvery thread and his neckerchief was black in colour. I would need to ask Laird about that, actually. I never asked him to include silver in his designs and I was unsure if Elora had either. Maybe it was the Spirit who made sure that I was wrapped in two out of three of my Elements?

While I did have a little chuckle at the thought, the fact that it happened wasn't doing much for my assertion that the Sister's belief in the Spirit paying a large role in my life life was false.

“Y-You sure you want me up there with you, Orin?” Gertrand said, all but trembling as the Sister fixed his new outfit, “These clothes are so fine, and the King and Queen are here!”

“I asked you, didn't I?” I grinned at my little brother, his anxiety strangely helping me own settle a little. Focusing on someone else's troubles always did aid me in that way. “I wouldn't have anyone else up there with me. You're my brother.”

The Sister smiled proudly at me, though Gertrand didn't see it, too taken up in his own troubles. “Even Pater?”

I winced at that and walked over to the young man, placing a hand on his shoulder and forcing his eyes to meet my own, “Even Pater. If he was here, it would still be you. Now, do you remember what you have to do?”

The rules for Noble weddings were different than for commoners. One of the lessons I had learned over the past few days. Each person has an elected official from their family to speak on their behalf, to make the union valid in the eyes of both the crown and the Great Spirit.

“I-I speak on behalf of the family,” Gertrand said, growing more pale by the moment, “I tell them that we are all pleased by the joining of H-House... House Brand and House... Spirit, what's your House again?”

I glanced over Gertrand to the Sister's face, noting her confused expression as she stared at me, “House Rin. I'm Orin, son of Erin, of House Rin. That should do it.”

The Sister's expression changed then, her eyes filled with tears and her bottom lip began to tremble treacherously. I knew what was coming next as my mother approached, sweeping the both of us into her arms and holding us there with her deceptive strength.

I had thought about the subject of what to call my House intensively over the past few days, since Elora had explained the rules of a Noble wedding to me. While I didn't know if the Sister had a House or was even of Noble birth, I knew that the first child born in her family was given the honorific 'rin' in their name. The Sister had gifted me that when I was babe, the least I could do now was honour it.

“You don't have to do that, Orin.” Erin whispered quietly as she held us close, “I was never a Noble, nor was the rest of my family.”

“You gave me your name, Sister,” I replied gently, “I hope you'll let me continue to carry it. I'm going to be a Noble soon. I'll need some kind of House name. You know how the gentry get when they don't know what to call you.”

Erin laughed at that and pulled me all the tighter, “Spirit knows how I managed to raise such a perfect son.”

“I'm right here, you know?” Gertrand muttered, though the slight was good-natured and made the Sister chuckle as she kissed his forehead and mine.

“Right you are, Gertrand. I don't deserve any of you, yet here you are. I love you both so much, I hope you know that.”

“We know, Sister,” We spoke simultaneously and with the tone of those who had answered the same question a thousand times.

The Sister gave us one more squeeze before releasing us. The room was charged but a brief laugh between we three settled it once more. I finally felt ready.

I have to admit, when Tess and Elora left the palace I had something similar to a panic attack. I'm good with battle, not good with emotions. My agonising over Tess Bonding with me was evidence enough of that. I wanted to marry Elora more than anything, but standing up in front of everyone to declare just that was something I had not quite mentally prepared for. Yet here, now, with Gertrand and the Sister beside me, not to mention the legion of family outside, I was as ready as I'd ever be.

Despite thinking that, the soft knock at the door still made me nearly jump out of my skin. I had been told to wait until Elora was ready, so I really shouldn't have been that surprised, but it had just been one of those days.

The Sister walked over to the door and opened it with casual ease to reveal the last person I'd thought to expect. King Julian of Venos, with his kindly smile and gentle eyes, stared into the room with his hands behind his back, still dressed in the elaborate finery of court.

“I apologise for the interruption, Sister Erin,” Julian gave a short bow to my mother, which took me aback a little. Was the King really supposed to bow to commoner? “If it would be acceptable, I would like a word with my son-in-law.”

A choking sound came from beside me. I turned to see Gertrand staring at the King with wide eyes and an open mouth, beads of sweat beginning to form on his brow. I could only chuckle at my brother's reaction. If I had been in his place then I might've been the same. It wasn't every day that a King came to visit a poor orphanage like ours..

The Sister's reaction was far more muted, colder. Elora, Tessa and I had told her of what happened in Paldrum at length over the past few days. I also made clear told her that I believed Julian to be a good man, despite my natural distrust, but Erin was nothing if not ferociously protective of her children.

“Your Majesty,” The Sister spoke, her frozen tone far more frigid than any ice Vera could conjure. My mother turned to me then, a silent question in her eyes. I nodded by way of response.

I clapped a hand on Gertrand's shoulder, reminding him of what he had to say before they both left. The Sister lingered a moment longer, as though she wanted to say something else, but a pointed look from me was enough to finally get her to acquiesce.

Julian entered the room and closed the door behind him, examining his surroundings as he went. “You look rather dashing, Orin. The colours suit you, though the silver will no doubt rile my wife.”

“Not my choice, your Majesty,” I shrugged. I respected the man, but Gida was another matter entirely and my feelings something I would rather avoid discussing with him, “Neither Elora or I asked for the silver thread. Must be some initiative on Laird's part.”

“Ah, yes. I met your tailor a few moments ago. A nice man, though he seems to have something against Holonzo. He must have mentioned him three times in as many minutes.”

I nodded my head with a grin, “Aye, he's never liked the royal tailor. Truthfully, I don't even know if Holonzo knows he exists, but that doesn't stop Laird from disparaging him every chance he gets.”

Julian laughed, walking over to my bed and peering at the wall as though it held some deep truth that only he could discern, “Still, he does good work. Elora's dress is sublime, even Gida was taken aback. She is with her now, as is your second Smith,” Julian glanced at me, “I am pleased that you Bonded with Lady D'viritazi. Especially in light of recent events.”

“It was the obvious thing to do, I was just too stubborn and ignorant to see it before. How is Elora?” I asked the question as non-nonchalantly as possible but the King of Venos seemed to pierce straight through my thin facade of indifference.

“As nervous as you are, I bet,” The King smiled, “I was the same during my own wedding. I was lucky in that Gida's father never deigned to make an appearance. 'Business of running the country' he had said as an excuse. Honestly, I was thankful, as was Gida. It was a happy day, as I'm sure yours will be. I'm only sorry that it won't last long.”

I grimaced at that, but nodded in acknowledgement of his words. Vera, Alden, the Monarchs and I had discussed a little of what we would do after the ceremony on the way to the orphanage in hushed tones. Staying any longer than necessary would put everyone at risk, including my own family.

It also meant putting plans for my wedding night on hold which was... frustrating. I very much doubted the Princess of Venos would want to consummate our union in a shit tent on the side of the road, nor did I for that matter.

“I came here to speak with you about what will come next,” Julian continued, “Your family will be under the protection of the crown. I have already spoken to Yale about increasing the orphanage's defences, with many plans to remove your mother, brothers and sisters to a safe location should the need arise. He is good at his job and I doubt the Sister or the children will even know he is there. Your home will be kept safe, Orin. You have my word as King.”

I exhaled explosively at that, “Thank you.”

The worry had gnawed at me since we left the palace. I knew we had to leave lest I be killed by the Knight of the Hall they were sending after me, but the thought of leaving my family exposed to such a danger caused bile to rise in the back of my throat, the guilt all-consuming. Part of me wanted to just hand myself over to the man to avoid that exact scenario, but there was no way that Elora or Tessa would allow that to happen, which would mean a fight that I knew in my heart I couldn't win. Putting my family in danger was bad enough, but subjecting Elora and Tessa to the same... No, I couldn't do it. At least my family would be kept safe here. I didn't doubt Yale's abilities in the least. Knight though I was, the man still seemed to radiate danger to me in a way no other mortal man had since my first Bonding. Shit, even a Knight like Alden hadn't radiated as much danger as the Spymaster. The King's promise alleviated some of my worry, but it was far from gone. What made it all the worse was the fact that he was coming to Myrin because of me, because of my cursed power.

“It is just a precaution,” Julian waved away my thanks, “I very much doubt Samuel will believe that he can find any valuable information in the place you grew up. He knows you are Bound to Elora and so will make for us. He usually chooses the easiest path to find the answers he seeks. He does not see Gida and I as a threat. Then again, so few things are a threat to him these days.”

“You sound like you know him well, your Majesty.” I stated carefully.

Julian shrugged, “I know him as well as anyone can, I suppose. Brynyar knows him best: He and his Smith helped train him for a time. As Gida said, we will delay him as best we can but he will eventually discover your destination. We cannot lie to him. If he catches you en route to Ragora, then even Mastan D'viritazi's name won't stop him from completing his task.”

“I understand, your Majesty,” I said firmly, “I won't let him hurt Elora.”

Julian smiled, “Thank you, Orin. That means more to me than you can know and I believe you mean it, but if it truly goes that far it won't be your choice.”

The King's words were blunt, but true. If Julian and Gida believed that even Vera didn't have a hope of defeating Samuel, then I sure as shit didn't. That fact alone wouldn't stop me from at least putting up some kind of fight, though.

“But I believe I can give you something which will help you on your journey,” Julian reached behind his back and pulled a small tome free from some hidden spot in his elegant outfit. The book was thin, black and devoid of title or form of inscription. I looked at it curiously, noting the clear care with which the King of Venos handled the volume.

“This is a manual, one which has been passed down from one Knight of House Brand to the next since Gilderbrand,” Julian proclaimed reverently, his fingers lightly brushing against the hard leather, “I told you that I could do nothing to help you with your Space Element and I spoke true, but there is much we can do for the Dark. This tome contains all the Dark-attuned Techniques used by Knights of the royal family since Venos' founding. Even those of Gida and myself. As Royal Protector and heir to the throne, you are now entitled to it.”

Julian pressed the book into my clumsy grasp. I was so taken aback by the gift that I didn't really know what to say for a few seconds, nearly dropping the thing as I examined it. I hadn't expected the King to give me something so... meaningful. I doubted the Queen was very happy about me holding the secrets to her Element in my hands. We had a tentative moment of peace within the palace, true, but I didn't for one second believe that she had given up on her crusade to kill me.

“Usually this would be given to young pairs about to embark on their journey to the Hall,” Julian said as I continued to stare, dumbstruck, at the manual, “But your circumstances mean we must forgo that entirely. Darkness is ultimately your secondary Element and so the information within will not be as useful to you as it would be to a true Knight of Darkness, but it will help you nonetheless. Perhaps it will even give you some insights into how to harness Space.”

“Thank you, Julian,” I said genuinely, nodding to the King, “I'm sure this will help us.”

“One can only hope,” The King sighed, “Even comprehending the information within will take time we do not have. Dark days are ahead of us, Orin; Two Heirs in one generation, the Hall up in arms, Zelato, his mysterious Mentor, and now Samuel. You will need to push yourself, all of you will. The journey to Ragora is a long one, so do not waste it.”

“I don't intend to.”

Julian tilted his head, satisfied, before sighing once more, “I apologise for the grim tone of our conversation. This is your wedding day. I will go and see to Gida, make sure she isn't bothering Elora too much. Good luck, Count Orin, and safe travels.”

I blinked, “Count?”

Julian smirked, “Yes, your new title has been approved in the House of Hymns. You are now Count Orin of the Lostwood.”

I nearly choked at that, my vision spinning as I tried to process what had just been said. “The Lostwood? Aren't the trees there... valuable?”

“They are indeed,” Julian laughed, “But it was one of the few pieces of land within Venos that did not yet have a Noble to oversee it, as the forest has always been the property of the crown. The Lostwood and the timber extracted from it are one of our best known exports.”

“Seems a bit much, your Majesty,” I replied uncomfortably, “I don't even know what to do with land like that. Shit, I don't know what to do with any land.”

“Have no fear. I wasn't being entirely altruistic when giving you such a prized piece of my Kingdom,” The King grinned, “The Nobility have been pushing Gida and I for some time to give the land to one of our burgeoning young Nobles. They believe that relinquishing control of the Lostwood will 'help' us and remove an unneeded headache. In other words, they want someone who is easy to control in charge, someone easily manipulated. Sadly, they were close to getting their way. If the House of Hymns decide upon something it is difficult for Gida and I to refute it without causing more problems down the line. We know what they're doing of course, but if we tell them that they can use it as an excuse to withdraw support at a critical moment when we need them most.”

I nodded along, trying to keep up but missing half of what the King was saying. I didn't have a head for politics and found myself wishing for my Princess to simplify things for my merc brain.

“By giving it to my vaunted son-in-law I can put their requests to rest. None would dare say that the Royal Protector is not respectable enough to hold the position, especially now as Gida and I are backing your match with Elora. It also places the Lostwood squarely back in the control of the crown. You are a member of our family and, as such, we would manage its affairs on your behalf. The added bonus for you is that you have no commoners or even a guard under your command. You have a modest estate in the Lostwood itself, but the old Count lost it to the many creatures within the forest a hundred years ago, so you needn't worry about it. This frees you completely from responsibility, while still giving the effect we wanted. Even after you take the crown, your previous title will remain intact, ensuring no problems should arise within the gentry upon you and Elora ascending.”

“Clever,” I said, trying to hide the confusion in my voice. Despite my limited understanding, I did get the gist of what he was saying: No problems for me to deal with. I felt more than a little relieved by that. Nothing had really changed apart from the fact that I could now call myself a Count, which was weird enough by itself without heaping on servants, common-folk and the like.

“I thought so,” The King said smugly, “I do enjoy beating them at their own game every now and then, even if I lose more often than I win. Making all this a little easier for you was an added benefit.”

Thank you, Julian,” I said, stretching out my hand to shake his.

The King grasped my hand with both of his and shook it vigorously, “You are very welcome, Orin. By bearing this title you are helping me as much as I am helping you. I hope your journey is a safe and easy one. I doubt we'll have time to talk after the ceremony, considering how eager Alden wishes to leave, but tradition demands that I say one more thing.”

Julian grip firmed, his eyes became bastions of power as the average nature of his stature fell away to reveal the royal figure hidden beneath. The man faded and revealed the authority he commanded, the family he represented.

“If you break my daughter's heart, I will break your... everything.” The words were like knives and his grip was like steel as I felt every syllable carve into my very soul.

Then, as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone. The image fell away and revealed the man once more, one who awkwardly scratched at his chin as he chuckled.

He left me standing there, staring into space, as he walked out of the door. I shivered as I recalled his words and made an amendment to my previous thought: Perhaps the father was more dangerous than the mother after all.

A second knock came only moments later, this time bringing the welcomed faces of Gertrand and Laird. The shabby tailor, dressed in an unassuming and well cut brown tunic, watched me with squinted eyes, his gaze running the length of my body as he searched for any kind of problem or kink in his work.

“It's time, Orin,” Gertrand said nervously, “Tessa just came by to tell me. They're waiting for you in the courtyard.”

“Alright.” I muttered, trying to psyche myself up for what was to come as I shook my head rapidly, banishing the King's threat.

“I've outdone myself here, I think. The silver really was a good idea. It adds something to the entire outfit, brings it all together,” Laird nodded along with his own words, eyes sparkling with pride, “Did you hear? The King and Queen said they loved the Princess' dress! Can you believe it, Orin?! I may be commissioned by the crown when this is over.”

“I'm happy for you, old friend,” I said with a laugh, clapping a hand on the wiry tailor's shoulder.

“It's all thanks to you, Orin,” Laird said with affection, “After hearing about the dress and your suit, the Nobility are going to flock to my shop in droves. Droves, I say! We'll see what Holonzo has to say about that, pompous ass that he is.”

We fell in beside one another as we walked. My nervousness had decided to make a reappearance, my palms going sweaty as I rubbed them against my breeches. I needed to distract myself so I decided to sate my curiosity, “Why the silver, Laird? Have an inspiring thought?”

“I wish,” The old man chuckled, “That young girl told me to add the stitching, said the tunic wouldn't be complete without it.”

I frowned, “What girl?”

It was Laird's turn to look confused now, “I would've thought you'd know? She said she works for you. Seemed a maid, or something of the sort.”

“A maid? Did she have red hair?” The only maid I'd ever known to work for me was Beatrice and she was pretty unmissable amid the sea of browns, blacks and blondes of Myrin.

“No, she had black hair. It was very long as I recall. Too long... but...” Laird's eyes narrowed as though he was trying to recall something, “You know, I can't remember what she looked like.”

“You are getting old, Laird.” Gertrand said gently with a smile. I could see he was still unsure on how to act around the man after the business with Mrs Hollies. For a moment I was concerned, but Laird laid any fears I had to rest quickly.

“That I am, my boy, that I am.” Laird replied with a chuckle, “Anyway, whoever she was, she helped me immensely. I'll have to see if I can track her down at some point to thank her for the advice.”

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Something about Laird's description was pulling at the back of my mind. I stared off into space, trying to lock down the feeling, the memory, that it was linked to but I came up short almost immediately. Long, black hair... it sounded so familiar and yet I couldn't place it to save my life.

I shook my head of the thought and focused on the present. I was about to get married, after all, hardly at my most calm. I was probably just imagining things. Yeah, that sounded about right.

I slipped the manual into my tunic, making sure it was secure as the courtyard came into sight. I grinned then, excitement overtaking my anxiety.

Time to get married.

* * *

Elora paced from one side of the hall to the other, palms clasped across her waist as the skirt of her dress swung freely.

Tessa had returned only moments ago, having let Gertrand know that Orin was to make his way to the courtyard. Thankfully, there was no danger of them running into one another as the Sister had made sure Orin's room was on the other side of the orphanage and therefore her Knight would have to reach their ceremony via another entrance.

Elora brought herself to a stop, staring into the glass of a nearby window as she examined herself once again, giddy excitement welling up at the back of her throat as she admired Laird's work. Something she had found herself doing many times since arriving back in Orin's home.

The dress gleamed, near glowing with an unbroken white that reminded Elora of Orin's inner soul. It clung to her in a subtle blend of sensuality and grace, extenuating her curves and inviting Orin's eye to stare, to wonder, without giving too much away. Her pale skin only added to the effect in her opinion, making the finely made garment all the more alluring. The Princess thought it perfect and a definite improvement on her last one. She would make sure it was the last that she ever wore.

There were problems, of course. Ones that only she could see. Her neck was too thin, her arms lacked any sort of definition and her chest remained too small for her liking. Yet these problems which had once plagued her on the morning of her wedding to Cellus did nothing now to dampen her spirits. Perhaps it was the man, for Elora knew that she could turn up wearing sackcloth and Orin would still think her beautiful, a fact which caused her grin to widen and cheeks to flush as she tried to still trembling hands.

The occasion was dampened by the oncoming threat of Samuel but Elora was refusing to let herself think about him, or of their impending journey to Ragora. Today she would marry the man she loved, truly and completely, and she wouldn't allow herself to be bogged down by the negatives.

She had informed Embla of their plan, telling the guard captain that she and her warriors would be unable to follow after them, which had not gone down well with the seasoned veteran. Thankfully, she had eventually backed down after a swift word from Queen Gida, who put to rest Embla's indignation and all but banished her from the room where Elora was getting dressed.

Elora felt for the guard captain and knew that she took great pride in being the Princess' protector but she would only be a hindrance in the fighting to come.

The Princess was also more than a little mad that their wedding night was ruined and that the slim piece of fabric around her thigh would remain firmly in place, but she had learned long ago that one couldn't get everything they wanted. She was just thankful to have the opportunity to get married in the first place. She wouldn't have even that if it weren't for Tessa.

The Princess' eyes skirted over to the stunning mercenary, who was leaning against the far wall. She idly tapped a finger against one of her bare arms, her eyes closed and face impassive as she prepared herself for what was to come.

Tessa was in a dress of the same colour as Elora, though it was of a slightly darker hue, as tradition demanded. For some reason, Elora found that it reminded her of storm clouds, which was more than apt for Orin's Storm Smith.

Elora couldn't help feel a little jealous as she watched the young woman. Even standing still, Tess had an easy grace about her which was ingrained through her years of training and fighting on the battlefield. Her hair, which had previously been a tangled mess, was rearranged into something that resembled tamed. Though she had refused to let anyone do more than that, even rejecting the Sister when she asked.

The Princess had been as surprised as everyone else when Tessa had decided to drag her back to the orphanage. She still found the mercenary hard to read. Harder still to successfully pin down what she was feeling, something that Orin seemed to do so easily even before they were Bonded. Over the past few days she had definitely opened up, with the two of them talking in depth about Smithing ideas and how to work together using the Thrones for the betterment of Orin.

The Princess remembered sitting on her Throne for the first time. The memory of its sudden and jarring appearance during the Forge's construction was something that she wasn't likely to forget, yet nothing terrible happened upon her sitting upon it. In fact, the opposite was true. Tessa was right, it opened up a whole new world of Aurum control, letting the Princess more effectively handle Thought, Healing and even the power-hungry Gift of Strength. Storm could not be touched by her, something she had tried more than once only to be shoved aside as if her soul wasn't good enough. The same happened to Tessa upon touching Elora's own Resonant Gift which alleviated some of her self-doubts as to her skill.

Storm was incredible. In regards to pure power, it was the equal of Strength, but far more intricate. Using two Gifts to create one and then make it so that Orin could use his new Eye even when on his own was nothing short of incredible. Tessa was a prodigy. She must be to create so fine a thing as Storm. Even the runes used in the binding was beyond Elora's comprehension, with two becoming one so seamlessly it was like they were made to be together. Tessa had said the same thing about Elora's rune of Aroe, the glyph she had used for Strength, which had caused the Princess to nearly burst with pride.

Elora would be lying if she said that she wasn't competing with Tessa, especially seeing as how close they were in terms of Smithing. The mercenary's advantage of her family's knowledge, which far exceeded Elora's own in terms of working with Heirs, was beyond helpful in preparing her to Bond, as well as how to make the most out of her partnership with Orin. The Princess, on the other hand, had more experience when it came to combat, something which both girls found strangely ironic considering their backgrounds. Elora had a much easier time of operating the Gifts than Tessa did, even as recently Bonded as the mercenary was. From the first moment Elora had entered Orin's soul realm, she could touch the Gifts as easily as she could now. She wondered once more if that was perhaps due to their first Bonding being in the midst of a battle, a hypothesis that Tessa supported when the Princess had suggested it.

The Throne and its ability to manipulate Aurum only made her control greater. They had only used the tools in tandem once, during the trip to the palace, and it had gone better than either of them expected. There was some trouble with both of them approaching the same Gift at once, but they quickly fell into a rhythm, the Thrones allowing them to sense one another's Aurum with ease. It would take time to master, but they could do it.

Their differences complimented one another. Tessa's insight into the Gifts and Smithing in general was supported by Elora's ability to freely use several Gifts at one time without issue. The Princess had no doubt that they would soon become a formidable team, which Tessa was aiding by being more open. Elora had seen a completely new side of the mercenary after her Bonding with Orin. She was more at peace, calmer.

“I fucking hate this waiting.”

Of course, she was still Tessa.

“It'll be soon now, I think, Miss Tessa,” Sweet little Delithia said with a wide smile as she hopped from foot to foot impatiently.

Delithia had been nothing short of a miracle to Elora when they had first arrived, even more so than the Sister herself. The three of them went to work in a flurry of activity. Young Albert was sent to Laird to pick up the dress, only for the man himself to arrive with much more than was expected.

He had prepared several outfits, finishing not just her and Orin's, but also Delithia's, Tessa's and Gertrand's.

The lovely young girl was dressed in her own now, a mirror image of Tessa's. Her curls bounced with her movement as her hands impatiently played with the fabric of her beautiful skirt. Just like before, her very presence was a balm for the soul, her innocent gaze filled with a soothing hope that almost made Elora's heart break. She just wanted to hold the girl and never let go.

Elora's golden gaze moved to the last member of their small party and the one who stood the furthest away. Her eyes were met by an identical pair.

Queen Gida of Venos stood down the hall, still dressed in her raven black dress. Her expression was a difficult one. Conflicted. Elora prayed that her father came back from seeing Orin soon. She was unused to being around her mother alone. In fact, she could count the times she and Gida had done so in the past ten years on one hand. Her father was always there to facilitate some form of conversation. With his absence, Elora found herself at a lose as to how to interact with her, not to mention the complicated and tangled emotions that the sight of Gida caused to well up in her.

She loved the Queen, she truly did, but since Dunwellen things had changed. Every time Elora looked at her mother now a memory would jump to the surface. One which still haunted her nightmares, one which made her go to Orin's room in the night to make sure he was sleeping soundly.

Her Knight, suspended by his throat in the air. Clawed gauntlets digging into soft skin as he futilely resisted. His body, broken and battered, dangling uselessly as Elora pulled at black steel. Her fingers torn and bleeding on her mother's Armour as she begged, pleaded, for the life of the man she loved. In reality, Gida had released Orin, but the fear lingered in the dream despite knowing the outcome.

The Princess shook her head of the thought. It was just a nightmare, after all. Her mother seemed to be trying and Elora wanted to nurture that if she could, while also trying to repair the damage done by Gida's actions to her beloved.

Orin wanted her to have a relationship with her parents, even striking up a rather friendly rapport with her father. His feelings for Gida, however, remained unchanged. This she knew more than anyone, but even then he didn't want to stand between them. Just another reason she wanted to marry him.

“Are you alright, mother?” Elora asked politely.

“I am fine, daughter,” Gida replied immediately, then hesitated before continuing, “You look beautiful, Elora.”

The Princess flushed, unused to praise coming from the Queen of Venos. Gida had never really believed in positive reinforcement, “Thank you.”

“You really do look pretty good,” Tess admitted with a smirk, “Though these things are going to be shit if we get into a fight.”

“No fighting at this wedding, thank you very much,” Elora said to her sister-Smith firmly, “I won't have a repeat of what happened last time.”

Tessa laughed at that, “Knowing Orin, he's probably already started one.”

Elora couldn't help herself and smiled wryly, “He does make a habit of getting himself into trouble.”

“He does, but he's got us to get him out of it.” Tessa said firmly.

Elora nodded at Tessa, just as resolved. Together they would be able to get their Knight out of any situation he found himself in. Well, she hoped that was the the case. Considering their constantly expanding list of earth-shattering enemies that seemed increasingly unlikely.

“You look amazing as well, Miss Tessa,” Delithia beamed at the sour-faced mercenary.

Tessa rolled her eyes at the young girl, clearly not believing the words, though Elora noticed the small blush that appeared on her cheeks, “Thank you.”

At that moment, the Sister rounded the corner, red-faced and looking about ready to keel over from the strain of having to do the job of ten people. Still, despite her obvious exhaustion, the Sister still smiled from ear to ear.

“He's waiting under the tree now. We can all go through.”

Elora's heart leapt into her throat as she stilled her trembling hands.

“I was wrong,” Tessa frowned, “That's a shame.”

As tradition demanded, Elora and the one speaking for her would be the last to enter the room so the Sister, Delithia and Tessa went first, walking at a sedate pace through the courtyard entrance. Elora endeavoured to stop herself from fidgeting as she followed, more than a little worried that her father wouldn't appear in time.

He had said he would return from Orin's room as quickly as he possibly could, but she couldn't help be concerned. One thing was certain: She couldn't ask Gida to step in and give her permission to Bond their Houses. They had taken a short step forwards at the palace, but the Queen was far from being accepting of Orin, nor he of her. She supposed that she could go with her original plan and ask Delithia to accept on her behalf, but now that they were here it would feel oddly wrong.

“Forgive me, my dear!” Her father stepped up behind her, his hand locked around Gida's as he pulled the Queen after him. Elora's mother still looked distant and strangely distraught, “You look absolutely radiant, Elora. Doesn't she, Gida?”

“She does indeed.” Gida's voice cracked for a moment, her eyes turning misty.

“Mother-”

Elora was utterly taken aback by what happened next.

The Queen of Venos hugged her daughter, pulling her into an embrace that was shared with her husband. Elora was dumbfounded, barely able to move, her surprise rendering her lifeless. She couldn't even remember the last time her mother had shown any sign of physical affection. Nothing was said bar a small chuckle from Julian as he wrapped her arms around his girls. It only lasted a moment, but it might have been the only real familial interaction they'd had in years.

“I love you so much, Elora,” Gida whispered into the ear of her daughter, her hand rubbing her back, “Please, remember that.”

Then, just like that, they moved away. Gida stood back from Julian as her father took her arm and led her into the courtyard. Elora wanted to turn, wanted to say something to her mother, but it happened so fast that she didn't have the chance.

They emerged out into the open air courtyard. Thankfully, It was only occupied by a few people, Orin's family included. She had been told that Orin and her parents had arrived at the head of a vast procession that included Knights. The Princess was glad that her mother and father hadn't allowed them to enter, she knew how Orin felt about being stared at by strangers.

Everyone turned to look at her as she entered. She saw Sasta, Albert and the other children, each of them smiling at her, each with awe clear on all their faces. Dressed in their best clothes, they watched with excited and innocent eyes. Vera and Annabelle stood near the back of the small gathering, with the former throwing occasional glances towards the base of the great tree ahead of them.

Yale and Brynyar were also present. The Spymaster's easy expression still as carefree as ever, while the large form of the Lord Chamberlain remained ever grim. Alden and his Smith, Deirdric, stood near Vera and Annabelle. Their nervous expressions clear evidence of how much they wanted to leave Venos behind and head home to Ragora before the arrival of Samuel.

They could wait.

The courtyard hadn't really been repaired all that much over the past few days, though Orin had tried his best. The tell-tale signs of Tessa's Bonding to him was clear for all to see. The small gathering seemed to be unconsciously avoiding the patches of scorched earth that were a result of the storm summoned. The weather wasn't ideal either, with it being so cold that Elora felt the chill on the bare skin of her arms and shoulders. The grass was wet and already soaking through her satin shoes. Still, she wouldn't change any of it.

She saw him.

His tunic was of a fine black, etched with silver swirls that moved up each of his arms to his shoulders. His face, clean shaven for only the second time since Elora had met him, extenuated a rugged jaw and chin. The silver scar on his tan skin seemed beautiful to her, even though her efforts to heal it had been in vain. Scars suited her Knight she found. While she joked with Orin about his given Knightly name, she had always found it quite fetching. It summed him up perfectly in her eyes: Scarred he may be, but never beaten.

She was smiling. She didn't know when it began, but she made no attempt to stop. It was like everything fell away. All her anxiety, her fears, her pain. Upon seeing him she knew she was safe again. Then he saw her.

His expression was one which Elora wished she could have captured for the end of her days, when they were both old and grey. A perfect moment where she rendered her Knight, the man who always had the last word, completely speechless. His eye widened as his mouth fell open. A tremble, barely suppressed, ran through his body.

He liked the dress. Elora could tell.

She took her place next to him in front of the great tree that sat at the centre of the courtyard, trying not to look but seeing all the same as his eye continued to follow her. That fact alone made her jump with glee internally. She turned to grin at him only to be taken aback by his serious expression. She could only watch as he leaned over to kiss her gently on the cheek and whisper into her ear, “I think you might be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

Her heart near ruptured within her chest as she turned crimson. He knew what compliments did to her. He also knew that she couldn't be mad at him about it, at least not today. There was always tomorrow, however.

“You think?” The Princess replied coyly.

Orin grinned down at her, towering as he was, “Oh, I know. I just didn't want you to get a big head.”

The Princess laughed and her Knight joined her. For the briefest of seconds they were in their own little world, staring into each other's eyes, before the subtle throat clearing of the Sister pulled them back down to Ouros. Orin's mother fixed the both of them with a smile.

“We have gathered here today, under the protection of the Great Spirit, to celebrate the union of Orin and Elora,” The Sister intoned the words easily, her strong voice carrying to the others in attendance with ease, “Fate bound them as children, when young Orin gave the Princess a Venosian lily, a flower favoured by the Spirit, steeped in destiny,”

“I'd only wished I'd known it at the time,” Orin whispered to Elora dryly.

“Hush!” Elora hissed, the pair of them drawing the ire of the Wife of the Great Spirit standing before them.

“That destiny made itself known when they were Bound as Knight and Smith,”

Elora looked to Orin and he to her. Their smiles were for each other and no one else.

“Together they have faced impossible odds and overcome them at every turn. Now they wish to be Bound not just in spirit, but in all things. Now to the vows.”

The Sister turned to Orin first, her eyes glimmering with pride as she spoke the words, “Do you, Orin of Myrin, take Elora of Myrin to be your wife. To love, cherish and protect her, in the light of the Great Spirit, from this moment until your last?”

“Always and forever, I do,” Orin's response was instant, certain, so much so that it almost caused Elora to sob. She held Orin's hand tighter, her fingers turning even paler as she held on with everything she had.

“And do you, Elora of Myrin, take Orin of Myrin to be your husband. To love, cherish and protect him, in the light of the Great Spirit, from this moment until your last.”

“With everything I have, yes, I do.” Elora stated, grinning up at her Knight, who met her expression with his own.

“The vows have been spoken, but approval must be given. Would those who speak for the families please step forward.” The Sister intoned.

Elora heard her father step up next to her, felt a gentle squeeze on her wrist as he showed his support. She looked up to see Gertrand do the same, the young man near shaking with fear as he looked around him with an adorably pale face.

“Who are you to speak for this man's family?” The Sister intoned, smiling kindly at her son.

“Me? Sister, you know who I-” Orin nudged his little brother's boot slightly, “Oh... yes! I am Gertrand of Myrin, brother to Count Orin, son of Erin, of House Rin.”

Elora's eyes widened and she looked up to catch the smug expression on her beloved's face. She mouthed the title back to him and he merely shrugged as if it were nothing at all.

“Better than an Earl,” He murmured, which caused Elora to clamp a hand over her mouth and bury her face in the soft fabric of his tunic to stop the sound of girlish giggling from escaping into the silence of the courtyard. Only he could pull that particular laugh from her, she'd found.

“Do you accept this union?”

“I, Gertrand, on behalf of House Rin, do so accept.” The young man was so focused, Elora would've thought he was going into battle for the first time. Gertrand caught sight of Elora's smile and flushed to his roots, scratching at his fine tunic awkwardly as he did so.

“And who are you to speak for this woman?”

“I am Julian, King of Venos and Smith to Queen Gida, the Unending Abyss,” her father began softly, even using his wife's Knightly title, “Lord of the Southern Reaches and the White Peaks, the hammer of Andapa and father to Princess Elora, Flower of Myrin. Smith to Count Orin, the Scarred Knight, of House Brand.”

Her father stood with his chin held high, every inch the King that he so often tried to hide away. Julian caught the Princess looking and shot her a wink, which caused Elora to shake her head with a sigh. Sometimes he loved the attention a little too much, she thought.

“Do you accept this union?”

“I, Julian, on behalf of House Brand, do so accept,” The King leaned over his daughter's shoulder and kissed her cheek softly before whispering, “With all my heart.”

The Princess nearly lost control at that moment. Her eyes watered and her lip began to tremble. When she had first arrived back in Myrin she had resigned herself to never again having any sort of meaningful relationship with her parents. They had done a terrible thing, an unforgivable thing. They had tried to take Orin away from her, to remove something so pure, so good, from her life. Her Knight had every right to reject them and yet he brought them here for her sake. He cast aside his own feelings, even tried to make amends with them, going above and beyond what he should have done.

Spirit, how she loved him for it.

“Then this union is recognised before the Great Spirit and all those who watch from the Infinite Void,” The Sister finished with a cry of happiness, “With your kiss, you shall seal your-”

Orin had no intention of waiting for Erin's declaration. Elora barely turned towards her Knight before he slammed his lips into hers, dipping her low as he held her tightly. Elora threw her arms around his neck, laughing as she returned his affection with just as much fervour. Both of them ignored those gathered around, but that didn't stop the cheers from finding them regardless.

“I love you, Elora,” Orin said softly after he broke away, his eye finding both of hers as he stared.

Elora couldn't respond, she didn't want to ruin it. Instead she kissed him once more, wrapping herself around his body as she shivered because of the cold and cried because of the joy, so taken by the sincerity she saw shining behind that gleaming emerald, which was filled with unshed tears.

It was clumsy, ill-timed and rushed, but Elora wouldn't change a thing. She had him and the day was theirs. Nothing else mattered.

It was perfect.

* * *

Our goodbyes were long, the happiness of the occasion struck by the sadness of our departure.

We couldn't tell the Sister or the children where we were going, but I knew that my mother suspected. She held me close as my brothers and sisters did the same, whispering sweet, comforting words into my ear and making me promise to return home soon. Sasta, Albert, Gertrand and the rest all hugged me in turn before piling in to give me a group embrace, which had me laughing as I was nearly torn to the ground by the sheer number of them. Even those that had been more than a little cautious of me when I'd first arrived home in Myrin joined, much to my delight and surprise.

I felt warmth over the Bond and turned to see Delithia hugging Tessa, her small arms wrapped around my Smith's frame. The mercenary's face carried an expression I didn't often get to bear witness to, one of peace and gratitude, marked by a small smile that only I could see.

She caught me looking and froze, her cheeks darkening as she rolled her eyes. She patted Delithia on the back once and pushed the girl away, though my little sister didn't mind much, merely saying a few more warm words before walking over to Elora. The Princess stood with the King and Queen at the back of the hall. I slid up next to my savage Smith and nudged an elbow, which prompted her to cross her arms and pointedly ignore me.

“Thank you for this,” I smiled at Tess, “You really saved the day.”

“Elora should have done all this earlier,” Tessa shrugged, “With you around we never know when we'll be fighting again.”

“True, I do have a tendency to pick fights I can't win... and win them anyway,” I grinned as I examined my Smith, “The dress suits you.”

“Fuck off, Orin.”

“I mean it!” I said genuinely, not a hint of sarcasm in my voice, “You look beautiful, Tessa.”

Tess' skin darkened to the colour of blood, so much that I thought she might pass out, while the tension in her body suddenly made her stand stock still. Finally, after several seconds of watching the children and the Sister speak with Elora fondly, she whispered, “Thank you.”

I merely nodded in response, just happy she had accepted the compliment, and watched as Elora finished saying her goodbyes. I caught the eye of King Julian, he and his wife already making their way to the entrance of the courtyard. I hadn't spoken with Gida and didn't need to. We both knew what the other felt. We could at least hold to an uneasy truce for Elora's sake if nothing else. The King tilted his head once, gravely, and I thought back to our previous conversation. I answered his nod with one of my own, just as firm, just as resolved. He smiled lightly before taking his Queen by the hand and leading her from the courtyard. The last thing I saw of the royal couple was the furtive glance of Gida as she threw one last, loving stare towards her daughter before they were gone.

I didn't have much time to dwell on that before I felt something collide with my chest. It was none other that the lovely little Delithia, who had finally decided to say goodbye to her big brother. Her hands tightened around my waist and I placed a hand on her head, pulling her close.

“I don't want you to go again,” Delithia sobbed, the sounds rippling through her body as I stroked her hair and soothed her.

“I have to,” I replied gently, “I don't want to go either, but its for the best. Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it.”

“You always say that and you always come back hurt. Last time you lost an eye. What if you don't come back this time?” Delithia cried as her grip tightened and my heart broke.

“What? You kidding me?” My voice cracked but I managed to hold on, though only barely, “I'll always come back, it's what I do. What you do is make sure everyone is kept safe while I'm gone.”

“Promise me?” Delithia looked up at me with shining, warm eyes. Her adorable curls bouncing as she did so.

“I promise and I'm so happy you stood with Elora. You look incredible, Delithia,” I said, pushing her focus onto something else and causing her to beam at me with pride as she told me all about her dress in elaborate detail, showing off the work of art she wore. Her eyes were still red, but the anger, the sorrow, within them was replaced by excitement. I wouldn't have the last memory Delithia had of me being one filled with tears.

We returned to our rooms soon after, with Alden, Vera and the rest waiting for us near the entrance to the orphanage. Tessa went to get her things and would meet us there, so I escorted the Princess to her room. We meandered down the hall, hand in hand and still locked in the after-glow of our ceremony, the fingers of Elora against the back of my hand setting my skin on fire.

“Did you say goodbye to your parents?”

“I did,” Elora replied softly, a secret smile on her lips before it fell away, replaced by fear, “What if Samuel attacks them, hurts them? I... I don't want that.”

She was trying to hide her feelings from me but I could see through them as easily as I could my own. One of the advantages of being Bonded to the Princess. Elora knew that I didn't like her mother and that wouldn't change anytime soon, but I didn't want her to think that every time she talked about them around me she had to weigh her words with care.

“You love them,” I replied, pulling the Princess against me as we walked, “Of course you're worried. But honestly, I've never seen someone stronger than your mother and father, I think they'll be just fine. Besides, from what your father was saying this Samuel doesn't attack without reason. We leave and he has no target.”

“I wonder who his Smith is?” Elora asked a moment later, “The others didn't mention them.”

“True, but Brynyar called them the Saint and the Harlot. I'm guessing that Samuel is the Saint.”

Elora shivered, “What would you have to do to earn such a title?”

“I can think of a few ways,” I said quietly as I leaned over, brushing my lips against her neck, “I can show you if you like?”

I expected some kind of 'stop it, Orin,' or perhaps even a chuckle and a flush from my Princess. Instead I received something else entirely, something that made my heart beat faster and my blood stir, “I think I'd like that.”

Before I could respond, Elora grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her room, which was mercifully close by. She threw open the door, pulling me inside with her as she shut it behind us

“I'd like that very much.” The Princess' tone was husky with intent, her eyes half closed as she pulled my face towards hers, her tongue dancing inside my mouth and making my mind light up, brighter than any star.

I wrapped myself around the Princess, exploring her as she explored me. Our lips seemed fused, unable to be parted even if we wanted to. Before I knew it, Elora had ripped my elegant tunic free from my body, her hands exploring the muscle of my chest, fingers tracing my scars as they moved ever lower. My hands followed hers as I gathered her skirt, revealing a hint of black buried in all that white.

“We're leaving in five!” A shout pulled us from our euphoric state, the voice belonging to none other than the First Knight of Venos who I began to hate anew for very different reasons. I near snarled at the door, Elora doing the same as we both heaved in great breaths. I noticed that I hadn't quite managed to undo all of the ungodly hidden straps on Elora's dress and cursed my misfortune, immediately deciding that I hated Laird.

Elora laughed, her hands on my belt as she heaved, completely overtaken by the unfairness of the moment. I couldn't help myself and joined her, pulling her into my embrace as the mirth of the moment threatened to consume us. Would we ever have a moment's peace?

We had just gotten married and now were expected to cross two countries to reach a third, all while avoiding a killing machine that even Gida and Julian feared. If I was being honest with myself and you removed the threat to my family and friends, I'd probably rather enjoy it.

“I suppose tonight is not our night,” Elora stated wryly, her hand coming up to brush against the silver scar on my face.

“Frustratingly,” I grunted, still examining Elora's dress in a disgruntled and unsatisfied fashion. Why would they make something so horribly hard to take off?

“You should go get changed and...p-put a shirt on,” Elora muttered, though her eyes didn't seem to be able to remove themselves from my bare chest.

“I suppose I should,” I grinned smugly as I picked up my tunic and placing back on once more. Though, I did notice that the Princess had ripped a button off. “I'll see you soon.”

It took a very large amount of willpower to leave Elora's room, but I knew if I stayed we wouldn't be going anywhere for quite some time. Besides, we were married now and had all the time in the world for such things. I thought thinking that would give me some comfort, but it really did fuck all to settle my beating heart.

Our small troupe met at the door to the orphanage a few minutes later. Tessa, dressed once again in her slim armour and breeches, daggers strapped to her hips, welcomed me with an uneasy nod. A long and slim cloth wrapped bundle in her hands. She immediately walked up to me, ignoring Alden, who seemed to be trying to start a conversation with her. He looked quietly devastated when she just walked away, hurt at her sudden departure.

“Here,” Tessa said, holding out the bundle to me, “Picked this up yesterday. Just in case you can't reach one of us.”

I pulled the cloth free and revealed a sword, one which felt odd in my hands after wielding the perfection that was Rionna. I frowned as I swung the blade, pulling it free from its sheath, before I nodded with satisfaction. It had a good weight to it, plain though it was. It was a solid piece and I couldn't help but smile as I strapped the blade onto my hip. The familiar feeling was like coming home again and I sighed in relief, grinning at my watching Smith, “Thank you, Tess.”

“You should've gotten one ages ago. It isn't pretty, but it'll work if you can't use Rionna.” Tessa looked strangely pleased with herself, bouncing back a step as Elora walked up to join us.

The Princess looked so different out of her dress and with her hair now tied firmly behind her head instead of around her shoulders. The royalty falling away but the beauty remaining firmly intact. A dagger was strapped to her hip in the same style as Tess and her face was filled with grim acceptance. She clasped my hand gently, squeezing it once as we three turned to face a waiting Vera.

Vera, Alden and Deirdric were all wearing peasant clothes, with even Annabelle lowering herself to wear a much shabbier dress than her usual, elegant fare. The First Knight and First Smith also had scarves covering their heads, which was understandable. White hair was uncommon anywhere, even in Venos. Revealing it would make them instantly recognisable.

“We've arranged for horses at the gates, along with the supplies we'll need for the journey,” Vera began, “While I would usually suggest we use Speed as we are all Knights, that isn't an option because of Orin's inability to Bond Elora and Tessa at the same time for long. It'll also be less conspicuous, which will be a bonus.”

I raised an eyebrow at the First Knight, unaware that she knew of how short the timer was when Bonding both of my Smiths. She merely chortled at my expression, “You looked fit to keel over when we reached the palace earlier. Short bursts will be fine for combat, but you'll need to build up your endurance.”

I could accept the truth behind her words, but nothing had changed between Vera, Annabelle and I. Despite their pledge to protect Elora, I would not forget what they had done, the lie they had told. I would accept their help because it was required. Nothing more.

“Then lets be off,” Deirdric said nervously, “Waiting any longer would be foolhardy.”

The rest of us moved after him and his Knight. Tessa and Elora flanking me as we walked with heavy steps down onto the still ruined road of my home. I winced at the damage once more and hoped that Vera had made good on her word to have someone fix it.

As we neared the end of the street, I turned and stared back at the orphanage. I caught sight of the Sister standing at the door, her arms wrapped around a shivering Delithia. I raised a hesitant hand to wave at my mother and sister, who returned the gesture with everything they had.

An uneasy pit formed in my stomach. For some inexplicable reason, I didn't think I would see them again for quite some time.

Only when they had disappeared around the corner did I turn back once more. I looked to Tessa on my left, the young mercenary gifting me with a savage, predatory grin that was more comforting than I believe she knew. Then I turned to my new wife, whose lips turned upwards at my attention as she grasped my arm with both of hers.

I didn't know what was going to come next, didn't know where this new adventure would lead me, but with Tess and Elora by my side I would never have to face it alone.

We left the city atop cursed, uncomfortable mounts as I tried, with all of my strength, not to look back.