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Snatched-Discontinued	By : AquaTonic Category: Sailor Moon > Crossovers Views: 4340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Snatched

Chapter Seven

I was mentally drained and didn’t leave my room for days I couldn’t recall. Kaspar quietly kept bringing my meals that I pecked at while Ra stayed faithfully near my side. I didn’t know how to bring this situation up to Trunks or even if I should. All my feelings where pushing their barriers while I thought about Motoki. Somehow, we had been tricked and pulled apart from Motoki’s sense of honor of ‘doing the right’ thing. Our limits had been pushed and I understood how angry he must have been. In his eyes, I knew he thought of me still as his woman. Who wouldn’t be enraged to think someone else was touching, caressing, and making love to the woman you had asked to be your wife? It was entirely too frustrating… One moment I hated him, now I was feeling that I understood him. Angrily, I stormed into my training room where I was surprised to see Kaspar waiting.

“If I win a duel, will you talk?” asked Kaspar, his dark mochas watched with anticipation. Grabbing a pair of dual swards, I gave a single nod as I crossed the line into the dueling circle while my body moved into a warrior stance. Kaspar chose the same weapons, holding a straight and formal stance while he followed my dance. Anticipating his moves, I carefully watched while he body didn’t give away where or when it would strike. Suddenly, he pounced as blades clang against blades while we met for our dance. Kaspar was a very formidable opponent and I never took him for knowing how to fight. Finding my advances and moves blocked, I felt all the inward frustration burst forth. Instead of baiting and then attacking, I pushed forward strongly with much heated anger that even I almost didn’t recognize.

The clinging of the blades rang through my ears and senses as I swelled full of pride; this is where I belonged, on the battlefield. My Jovian ancestors spoke to me, whispered words of encouragement, and fueled my fiery rage. I was blinded in my whirl wind of anger that I almost didn’t stop when I felt the cold blade touch my neck. I was panting, the sweat sticking my t-shirt to me while my muscles ached in sudden reprieve of how I pushed them to their limits. I felt damn good, and the clouds to my darkening abyss finally opened. I didn’t hate Motoki…I felt sorry for him. I felt sorry that he would never get the woman he loved back, his own marriage was a sham of lies, and that he was going through the biggest disappointment in his life: he was not the boy’s father.

Feeling the cold blade pulled away from my skin, I took deep calming breaths before I would face Kaspar. I would hold my word and tell him what my troubles were. I knew he had been worried by how I kept myself secluded. Putting my swords back in the weapon holster, I felt a cold water bottle on my neck and grinned. I couldn’t believe he thought of everything, down to the bottle of water. Taking a few gulps, I caught my breath and looked up into his lively eyes.

“I didn’t know you could fight,” I answered with a smile, watching Kaspar begin to close off a bit.

“There are many things you don’t know about me, your highness,” Kaspar replied. Something inside me tensed at those words but I was unsure why I was put on edge. Instead, I pushed it back and watched him curiously. He was waiting for me to keep up my side of the bargain and I was waiting for his question. Watching an irritated scowl take over his normally emotionless face, I couldn’t help but grin. “What has kept you upset?”

I knew the answer, as it danced on my tongue, but decided I would only give him a piece the only information that was bugging me.

“Motoki isn’t the father of the child Reika claimed him to be,” I answered, watching Kaspar seem to go in thought of the matter. “I have a suspicion it was done for a reason…someone wanted to break us apart.”

“Do you have any suspects?” asked Kaspar. I couldn’t think of one…I didn’t know who wanted to break us apart. Of course, my thoughts have moved to Caspian multiple times but I didn’t see any evidence that would point to him. He was a kind King, and understood when I turned him down. The only lead I could think to get was from questioning Reika herself and seeing if someone asked her to lie.

“No, not yet at least,” I answered, wanting to get to the bottom of this. I followed Kaspar on the walk back to my room where he quietly began to get the bath ready. Ra looked rather suspicious as he stood closely gazing at Kaspar’s every move.

“What happened to your shirt?” Kaspar finally asked, making me narrow my eyes. That, I never wanted to speak of to anyone…not even Trunks.

“I snagged it when pulling off my jacket,” I replied, watching the tub fill and the smell saunter through the air. I didn’t look Kaspar in the eye while I pretended to put my attention on petting Ra. I could tell he was staring at me and knew I was lying but I couldn’t help it; this was something no one needed to know. Kaspar stopped closely and jerked my chin up to stare deeply into my eyes. My skin was beginning to tingle at the sudden touch; I never realized how soft his hands were or the warmth they emitted.

“I never thought I would see your beauty wavier,” Kaspar spoke suddenly, making a frown pull to my lips. I couldn’t help but jerk my chin away angrily as I felt he’d just slapped me.

“Am I not allowed my own secrets?” I exclaimed, taking a step back when seeing his brows push up in surprise. His hand slowly moved to his side as I watched his calm, emotionless composure regain before he gave a formal bow.

“My apologies your highness, I will never mention it again,” Kaspar announced before leaving me stunned in the bathroom. I still felt angry at his words while I pushed my clothes off ruggedly before slipping into the bath. That didn’t calm me. I felt nothing would take me out of my foul mood, even when I inventoried the whole palace so I could go back home. Maybe that was what I needed…my husband. Trunks had sent flowers each day he’d been gone, a sweet apology on each that made me smile reading it over. I never found a man this fickle or smitten. Could it be I was beginning to more than like him? I couldn’t help but shake that idea while I pulled out my luggage and began packing. I wanted to get out of here more than I had anticipated.

The ringing of my phone stopped me in my tracks as I reluctantly picked up the unknown number.

“Makoto, I need you to come to my bakery,” I heard Julie say with a bit of a concerned voice. I didn’t know why but I dropped everything and ran. I never thought the cobble stone could be so slick in heels, but I managed to keep on my feet as I ran the few blocks down to stop in front of the darkened bakery. It was strange that Julie would be open this late; she usually closed up shop at around three. Turning the knob, I found it unlocked and entered cautiously. Something didn’t feel right as I crept through the darkness and made my way into the back of the kitchen.

“Julie…are you alright?” I asked quickly, feeling around for the light. Someone touched me and shoved me roughly against a wall in the back kitchen, pushing my elbow high up my back to keep me from moving. In one swift move it could be broken. I was angry someone would man handle me this way, and bring Julie into this. More so, I wanted to know what the meaning of this was. “Who are you?”

“I have a message for you,” came the deep, rough voice of the masked man holding me in place. “Get back to Satan City.”

Who was this? I felt my anger flare at how roughly I was being handled. Should I risk breaking my arm that would heal, and fight with a handicap?

“Get your hands off my wife,” an almost unrecognizable voice growled. My heart and spirits lifted as I felt the man’s grip loosen on my arm. This was my moment. My fighting spirit pushed up as I twisted in his grip before shoving a foot straight into his stomach and knocking him back a few steps.

“Shit,” I heard the masked man mutter before making a run for it. Finally flicking the switch in the kitchen, the lights blinded me for a moment while I looked around for Julie. Moving for the office, I felt relief as I found Julie bound and gagged to a chair.

“Oh kami Julie, are you alright?” I asked pulling off the gag and worked on her hands.

“They took Bobby,” she said, her voice holding back tears. I couldn’t help but hurry to finish untying her. Julie sat in the chair with a sad look on her face before she turned to gaze at me with pitiful eyes. “Mako, they’re not going to give Bobby back until you leave…what have you gotten into?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to think about it myself until the yelling of Julie’s name sounded in the front of them store. Pushing up to my feet, I turned to peek out the office to see Trunks looking ominously at Motoki who stopped in his tracks. My stomach fell when I saw how bloody and bruised Motoki looked. I wanted to help him, but my feet stayed planted with Trunks in the room. He looked horrible with the dried blood smeared on his face from his nose, a black eye and bruising pushing up, button-up shirt disorderly, and hair ruffled from a fight. I caught Trunks’ cold eyes and watched him jerk his head in Motoki’s direction.

“Help clean him up, then we need to talk,” Trunks spoke coldly. I obeyed and grabbed the medical kit from the office before meeting Motoki by a sink. I was quiet while I worked to wash the blood off and try to bandage his broken lip. My eyes wouldn’t meet his as his arms hung loosely to his sides with hands shoved into the pockets.

“This is my fault,” Motoki finally whispered, sadness laced in his voice. I couldn’t help but stay quiet as I washed my hands and ignored his words. We all gathered around the kitchen uncomfortably while Trunks looked between the two of us as if seeing the tension.

“Start from the beginning,” Trunks began, looking straight at Motoki. I watched Motoki buckle under the pressure of his gaze.

“I found out Reika lied about her son being mine,” Motoki started and carefully sent a glance my way. “I told Makoto in hopes…in hopes we could be together again.”

The silence was heavy as I wished to leave the room from this scrutiny.

“Did you question Reika?” asked Trunks, moving along with the investigation. Motoki nodded slowly.

“She begged me not to do anything rash and said someone had paid her to lie,” Motoki uttered slowly, his fist clenching at the idea of Reika begging him. My heart dropped at his disturbed look that suddenly caught my eyes. “I didn’t know they’d come after you…or Julie. I’m sorry.”

I couldn’t help but look away angrily with my chin raised high and arms uncomfortably wrapped around myself. Whoever did this didn’t want us getting back together, or for the lie to be found out. This was beginning to be a tricky situation. My eyes watched Trunks move to pull out the masked man with his hands bound behind his back and toss him on the floor in the middle of us.

“We should call the police,” Julie began but I felt my glare cut her off as I examined the masked man.

“No, this will bring unwanted attention from the media,” I replied, crouching next to the masked man before jerking the mask off. It was…Bobby? He wouldn’t look as us while he sat there staring hard at the ground.

“What’s the matter with you Bobby?” Julie was by my side and angrily looking down at her son. I felt this was more than a family matter. Bobby refused to look up at his mother and seemed angry.

“Who hired you?” asked Trunks coldly, making Bobby look at him. He gulped in fear before looking back at the ground.

“I don’t know,” he stated, and flinched when Julie slapped him.

“Don’t get acting smart and answer their questions!” Julie raged, a side to her I’d never seen. I could tell she was on the verge of hysterics as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her away from Bobby.

“We’ll take care of it Julie,” I whispered kindly, sticking by her side while Trunks took over the interrogation.

“Tell us what you know,” Trunks ordered, the same gruffness to his voice that began to make me worry. He was more than angry, and I was sure he’d have plenty of questions for me when we got back to the palace.

“I was cornered one night coming home late from the bar where a man ordered me to help him ‘take care of a few things’ and would pay me good,” Bobby began, and paused for a moment. “The amount was just enough to finish paying off the bakery so I took the job without asking about the details…the first job they had me do was threaten Reika. I gave her the money to keep her from talking and thought the job was over. I didn’t know it would involve Motoki or you…”

“Go on Bobby,” I coaxed softly when I saw his sad eyes look up at Julie and me. Bobby nodded and looked back at the ground.

“I hadn’t heard from them until a few nights ago, the night after you came to visit us,” Bobby said, giving me more of a time frame. The night after Motoki and I…I shuttered at the thought while nodding for him to continue. “They told me the job wasn’t a success and needed my help to persuade again. This time, I was ordered to threaten you and Motoki into keeping quiet…I used my mom to con you here to get the message through in hopes you’d leave back to Satan City to be safe from them.”

I felt I understood Bobby’s reason and let out a sigh.

“What do you suggest we do?” asked Motoki, leaning down and untying Bobby. I let out a sigh and tossed the mask back at Bobby.

“Make it look like Bobby got away, then go back to Satan City,” I answered and watched Trunks curiously watch me. I just shrugged. “If it looks like Bobby succeeded in scaring us to leave, then he and Julie will be in the clear.”

“I want to find out who’s behind this,” Trunks stated, his anger pushing over the top. I couldn’t help but agree.

“So do I but we can’t do anything without getting Bobby in trouble…let’s make it look like he got away through the back door and then leave,” I stated. Motoki took my side on this and gave a nod.

“I’ll take care of Bobby, just take Julie back into the office,” Motoki said. I don’t know why I followed his orders, but I felt safe in the office with Julie hugging onto me in disbelief. We heard the clatter of pots and pans, a bit of yelling, and then the sound of the back door bursting open. Meeting out in the kitchen, it was just us four again while I glanced over to the open back door.

“For Bobby’s sake we need to leave,” I said quickly, giving a warm glance to a worried Julie. I crossed the room and gave her a warm hug. “I’ll send money for the damages…please tell me when Bobby’s safely home.”

“I’ll miss you Makoto,” Julie said, wrapping me in her motherly hug. I didn’t want to leave her here but felt her give a small smile. “Go, I’ll be fine.”

Worried, I followed Trunks and Motoki to the front of the bakery while they seemed to stare each other down. The tension between them was sickening and made me think of two lions fighting over a lioness…men.

“Don’t be hard on her, this was my fault,” Motoki said and managed to give me a small smile. “I don’t know what you did to gain Makoto’s loyalty and faith. Even tempted, she wouldn’t budge from your side.”

“I assume you know how it will go from here?” asked Trunks, carefully calculating Motoki’s movements and gestures when he nodded.

“I go back to my wife and act like none of this ever happened,” Motoki replied, giving a suitable answer to gain a slight emotion from Trunks’ glance. I watched a small, sly smile creep up as Motoki sadly looked into my eyes. “This is good bye Makoto.”

“Good bye,” I whispered and watched Motoki leave first. Quietly we stood there while I refused to look Trunks in the eye even when we left for the walk back to the palace. This situation was all too uncomfortable and left my mind in a haze wondering what would happen next. I needed to get out of Tokyo for one, and couldn’t help but feel angry that I was threatened in my own city! Kaspar met us on the walk back to my room but stopped outside as if knowing we needed a moment alone. I ignored Trunks while I angrily threw items into my bags, feeling his eyes burning a hole in my back while he watched. Feeling defeated, I stopped my movements and let out a long sigh. “I don’t know why…I never once thought about a divorce when he told me…”

I couldn’t finish my thoughts or sentence while I felt the emotion hit me dead on in the chest and began to blur my vision. I hated feeling like this, so weak to my emotions. What was happening to me? The moment I felt his warm hand on my back, my body turned and pushed into his welcoming embrace. I felt safe and cherished. The pain and misery I’d felt over the past few days melted away when I felt his mouth hungrily take mine. I wanted him…no, I <i>needed</i> him. I never felt so much passion push through me as we fought for control. Tearing at his cloths, I felt an animalistic instinct take over.

Roughly slamming against the door, Trunks lifted me by the hips to better take control. His mouth anxiously trailed down my neck as my body arched in acceptance. Hearing the fabric snap, my breasts were free of their constraints as Trunks took one into his mouth. Circling his hot tongue around my uplifting nipple, I tilted my head back and moaned. I pushed my hands into his loose locks, coaxing him closer. Scrapping his teeth softly against my puckering bud as he pulled away, I shivered with anticipation. I was hot, moist, and ready for him to take me. Devouring my next breast, Trunks shifted as I hoped he would quit teasing me.

I gasped and shuttered when his fingers suddenly slipped directly over my swollen, sensitive sex. Moaning in pleasure as he gently rubbed it, my hips arched in anticipation to pull my pelvis closer to his. Dominating my mouth, I felt him shift my hips toward him as I braced myself. My mind rejoiced to moment I felt my panties pulled to the side and his heat near my entrance. Giving a sudden deep thrust, I tore my mouth away as a moan burst forth. Trunks waited, pressing soft kisses down my neck as I quivered around his member.

A soft groan rumbled through his chest as I wrapped my legs around his waist and grinded against him. His hot breath trailed down my neck as he gripped my rump barbarically and began to thrust into me. My toes curled at how hard he slipped in and out of me, making me crave more as I ground into him.

“Ah...deeper,” I requested, shifting one of my legs up to rest on his shoulder. A groan sputtered through Trunks at the new position allowing him deeper access into my sleeve. Obeying my requested, he moved his hips in a slower movement of quick, deep thrusts. Moaning with each thrust, I began to tighten as the warm heat built in my belly. Paying attention to my nub again, Trunks picked up the pace the moment I began to shutter. The heat poured through me as I moaned into him, grinding against his cock with quick jerks of my hips. I was getting closer to the release I had been waiting for, feeling a tingling sensation spread though me as my body clenched tightly around him. Digging my fingers into his shoulder, I panted for air as my muscles quivered and convulsed uncontrollably.

A new sensation began to swell through me as Trunks slammed into me, his thumb rubbing harder against my nub as I felt another searing heat pulse through me. Crying out loudly, my hips tensed and bucked wildly against him with a more powerful second release as I felt his seed burst hard against my womb. Trunks moaned and shuttered as his hips tensed, coming to a powerful halt. While I tried to catch my breath, a wave of emotion uncontrollably pushed through me as tears rose. Wildly trying to fight them back, I resolved to hide them by pressing my face into the croon of his neck. Trunks held me in his arms cupping me by the hips carefully and pressing soft kisses against my shoulder.

“Did I…hurt you?” he asked quietly, holding so much concern as his fingers kneaded my hips. I let out a sniffled giggle and pressed soft a soft kiss against the base of his throat. Brushing the tears away with the back of my hand, I lifted up to gaze at his concerned face.

“No…I love you,” I openly admitted, watching the surprise push to his eyes before they sparkled with adornment. I watched a warm smile push to his lips as he leaned down to tenderly kiss my mouth, a tingle pushing through me at how sweet it was. When he pulled back, I nearly gasped at how bright of blue his eyes lifted.

“I love you too Mako.”

It wasn’t a matter of time before we were back in Satan City but I knew the situation that happened in Tokyo was still bothering both of us. Trunks had told me not to worry that he would take care of it, but I couldn’t help but be paranoid. Would these people follow us to Satan City? Would I need to watch my back and every move? Taking a few weeks to settle into our schedules, I couldn’t help but still feel on edge after Trunks left for work. There had to be something I could do to pass the time besides wondering the halls of this enormous palace. Wrapped up warmly, I took in the fresh cold air out on the balcony with Ra by my side. It was nearing the end of November and still there wasn’t any snow in sight. Letting my eye wonder to the stables, I was curious to see if I could get a ride in today.

It had been a while since I rode, but I made sure to be trained enough to look regal on a horse for the parades Usagi liked to throw during the anniversary of Crystal Tokyo being born. My Jovian blood sung the moment I mounted a horse, and today would be a nice day to relax. It wasn’t too cold, and I was sure their horses needed a good run. Ra followed me to the stables as I took a peek inside, the distinct smell of hay and manure tickling my nose. To some it smelt horrible, but to me it smelt like hard work and animals. Checking over the stables I found two Arabian horses in separate stalls. The first was a white mare with the name Isis, her deep brown eyes watched me cautiously before she peeked her head out curiously enough to greet. I watched her carefully as her pink nose sniffed my flat palm before I was allowed to gently pet her large head.

“Isis is a wedding gift bought for you by Trunks,” Kaspar suddenly said from behind. The moment his voice spoke, I watched her ears perk before she let out a snort and flicked her tail staring at him. What was it Isis didn’t like about Kaspar? I clicked my tongue to bring her attention back but found it snagged by the shrill whinny of the stallion held next to her. I checked the name plate to see Osiris engraved on the door…how fitting; his and her horses. Angrily, the warm chestnut stallion bucked in his stall while his ebony hair swooshed around him. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him at how wild he looked. “I would advise leaving that one alone.”

This was what I needed…the feel of a wild horse under my hips. Although I loved how sweet and calm Isis was, I couldn’t help but want that thrill.

“Osiris will do perfectly,” I said, feeling my grin pull at the corners of my mouth. I could hear Kaspar let out a sigh at how stubborn and almost giggled. Within a matter of moments, the head of the stable was by my side. He was a strong middle aged man with grey hair pushing through his chestnut strand hidden under a hat and went by the name of Ichi.

“Your highness, I’d advise for your first ride a different horse,” Ichi suggested while Osiris continued to show his prancing attitude. I couldn’t help but smirk and hold out my hand.

“I’ll be just fine,” I answered, pulling on my formfitting leather riding gloves. I was going to ride Osiris no matter what, and no one was going to stop me. Taking the bridle from one of the men standing there, I began to push open the door and kept my eyes on Osiris. His big brown eyes watched me carefully as he stopped kicking and kept his voice low. Closing the door behind me I stood still while I watched him and let him come to me. At first, he stayed on the other side of the stall muttering in a low gruff before watching side to side. I felt a bit sorry for him while he looked frightened and clicked my tongue softly. Isis gave a soft whinny while she reached her head over the stall to lovingly nuzzle my arm. Were they right? Should I just take Isis out instead of being stubborn?

As if Osiris sensed my doubt, he powerfully came over and nipped at Isis as if jealous before once again staring at me. I could feel his hot breath bouncing off me as he finally lowered his head and pressed his muzzle near the bridle. I never felt so amazed and used slow actions to smooth his hair down while pushing the bit into his mouth and fastening the straps. Slowly opening the door, I watched everyone stand clear, even Ichi, as I brought the powerful Osiris out and tied him to the stand to get a saddle on. He stood perfectly still as my fingers moved over his beautiful coat, let me check his shoes, and then fastened the saddle on.

“Well I’ll be,” Ichi said, watching at a safe distance as I unhooked Osiris and took him out the main entrance. I could see the look in his eyes that said he wanted to go with the breeze. Pulling around the straps, I carefully climbed into the saddle and got ready to hold on. As if he sensed it, he bolted. Ra ran not far behind us on this adventurous ride down the dirt path through the farm lands. The back of the palace was surrounded by an orchard to one side that blended into the forest. That was where Osiris was headed, straight toward the trees. It felt exhilarating to let him go at his heart’s desire bolting through the trees and weaving through the forest. Ra seemed to stop at the edge of the forest while we continued on. Jumping over dead trees, hopping over bushes, leaping over a stream…Osiris was on one.

My muscles were tense and tight while I held onto him. As soon as we got too far, I felt it was time to take control. Using my voice and my controls, I pulled the reins and felt him obey while moving into a trot. I didn’t want to make him go to a walk but instead ease down his heart as we then moved slowly into a nice peaceful walk. Osiris was amazing. I took my time to look at the beautiful dark forest, some of the leaves off the trees muddled the ground and the tall pines stood powerfully waiting for winter. Following the way we came, I heard a noise and felt Osiris come to a halt while he looked around. I looked too, hearing the soft grunt of an elk as my ears perked and I realized…we were in the forest during hunting season. Just as I heard another cracking of twigs, something whizzed through the air, and I felt the wind knocked out of me.

Osiris whinnied loudly as he pushed onto his hind legs before suddenly bolting. I held on for dear kami, grunting through the pain in my left shoulder but didn’t dare to look. My heart beat loudly in my ears as we raced back to the palace. Osiris knew his way home, and home was straight where he took us. Ra barked the whole run through the orchard, running ahead of Osiris while each step Osiris took shook a terrible pain through my body. I could no longer grip the reins with my left hand but instead cupped my hand around the horn of the saddle while my right took over. I hadn’t heard a shot, but I knew well that whizzing sound before it struck: an arrow. I’d been hit but I didn’t bother looking, knowing I would feel the fullness of the pain.

Osiris closed in on the stables where I saw workers pausing to see what all the commotion was. Ichi tried to catch the reins but Osiris blew past him, snorting and breathing heavily as he sounded another shrill whinny. I felt my mind kick in as I pushed upright to click my tongue and use my right hand to steady him. Osiris pranced to a stop, his feet shifting when Ichi came close as I could see the fear in his eyes. I knew what I had to do to ease this poor animal’s pain.

“Stand back,” I ordered, watching everyone back away slowly until Osiris began to calm down. I began to hum my mother’s song, as I carefully walked Osiris back through the process. It was hard using one hand to tie him, but I managed as my adrenaline pumped. I set my mind on the task and began to follow through while I shook. I pulled the saddle off and managed to heave it to the side mentally cursing as I heard the leather scrap. There went a perfectly new saddle, scratched in an instant.

“Your highness, please,” Kaspar spoke from the sidelines but I just shook my head as Osiris gave a loving grumble while I brushed his coat. I felt my left arm becoming sticky and stiff, the hot burn searing through it but knew I had a little more to go. Leading Osiris into the stall, I gave him a loving pet while I unlatched the bridle but felt my body protest at going any further. I was breathing heavy, felt light headed, and dizzy. There were only a few more steps to go and I would be out of the stall. Isis moved agitated in the next stall while the bridle slipped from my hand. I had pushed myself too much. Ra barked once more, making me lift my heavy eyes as I focused on pushing out the door. Kaspar caught me as I stumbled out of the stall and cringed in pain.

“You’ll be alright your highness, I’m your physician,” a warm female tone spoke as I felt everything whirl around me. Ra whimpered nearby as the horses grunted while I felt my clothing cut. I winced in pain as Kaspar held me steady. “The arrow slipped right through the muscle but missed the bone…this is going to hurt while I cut it down to size before we can move you into the medical ward to stop the bleeding.”

I nodded and felt the shooting pain, my jaw clamping down as I held my breath. Kaspar carefully lifted me up as we moved back to the palace.

“Can you tell me what happened?” asked Kaspar, trying to take my mind off the agonizing steps. I stiffly nodded.

“I hear an elk grunting, and then the arrow hit me. I’m guessing it’s hunting season in the forest,” I managed out, feeling the air change as we entered the palace. “It was an accident, I’m sure of it.”

“Your highness, we’re going to carefully lay you on your side,” the female physician said. I felt hoisted over and tried to relax as much as possible. Everything seemed to move so quickly as my heart rate and blood pressure was taken, then a few vials of blood, and lastly a numbing shot put near the wound. “I’m going to slowly pull the arrow out one side at a time. I’ll sew the first side before pulling it the rest of the way and stopping the bleeding. From how much you’ve lost, I believe we’ll need a transfusion.”

I nodded and stayed awake through the whole procedure. I was amazed at how quickly she worked but felt concerned at how slowly I would heal. I remembered talking to Ami about it before and she explained that magic wounds, or small light wounds, would heal quicker but larger ones would take some time. Being closer to the Crystal would help, but since I was out of the normal boundaries from Tokyo, I didn’t know how long I would heal. The doctor finished cleaning and dressing my wound before she let out a long, tired sigh.

“You know, you sure are something your highness,” she said, her grey eyes looking concerned and ebony bangs falling into her eyes. “I’ve never seen anyone risk their life to properly put a horse in their stall.”

I couldn’t help but give a lopsided smile.

“Thank you Doctor…” I began, fishing for a name. The smiled kindly down at me while pulling me up to finish wrapping the wound. That was when I realized my upper half had been stripped while Kaspar stood starting menacingly. I couldn’t help but feel exposed in front of him but thankfully she pulled a gown over my top half.

“Doctor Livingston. I’ll also be here as the midwife for when the royal family decides to expand. I’m going to finish running a few more tests but I’d like you to stay in bed for a few days before trying to walk around. I’ve given you a natural pain killer until I’m able to organize your prescriptions after a blood test,” Dr. Livingston said, making me crease my brow with worry. “It’s routine, just make sure you’re not possibly pregnant.”

“Doesn’t that involve a urine test?” I asked feeling tired. Kindly she smiled while washing her hands before putting on another set of gloves to clean up our mess.

“Normally, but during the early stages of about two to four weeks we can tell by the rise in hormone levels. To get a rough estimate, when was the first time you and your highness had intercourse?” she asked. I felt my cheeks flush at the intimate question while Kaspar casually looked away.

“Our…wedding night,” I spoke lowly, watching her give a warm smile before looking at the calendar.

“That would make it a little over a month ago so about six weeks,” Dr. Livingston announced, writing it down on her chart before lifting her eyes once more. “Your medical history will be updated in our files. I had your other files transferred from the Emerald Palace and will let you know when the results are in. I’ll be by this evening to check on you with the results to go over with his highness.”

I nodded and felt Kaspar immediately come to my side to help me walk slowly back to my chambers. Letting out a long sigh, I felt his anger coursing through his veins while his hands were a bit rough. Embarrassed, I let Kaspar held me into a night gown as I was put carefully to bed. I could have sworn if he got anymore angrier his glasses would have fogged up. Propped up by pillows into a leaning position, I felt Ra scratch on the door as Kaspar reluctantly let him in. Scared, Ra carefully cowered onto the bed and crawled to my side as he set his head on my lap. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I pet his head slowly and felt him relax, telling him he was a good boy while he little nub wiggled.

“I’m sure you want to tell me, in a kind manner, how ignorant I was for not seeking medical help immediately when I rode in. How I worried you, and made your blood boil the whole time you saw that arrow sticking out my back. Of course, facing your rage, I would normally apologize for doing something wrong but this time I won’t,” I began, watching Kaspar’s eyes flash and darkened at once. “Osiris was just as frightened as all of you were but he doesn’t have a voice. In that forest, he saved me by altering Ra as we bolted back to the stables. I wanted to repay that…brilliance by calmly putting him back in the stables before he hurt someone.”

Kaspar was quiet as he looked out onto the balcony just as the first snow began to softly fall. The world would be glazed in an icy paradise and I would be locked inside until I healed before I could go out and enjoy it.

“I sometimes believe you’re from my homeland with how spirited, strong, and compassionate you are,” Kaspar commented, and I felt truly baffled. I didn’t know how to respond but pushed up a small smile. “I believe you would like his highness to be informed after he returns from work?”

“Yes, please don’t disturb him this isn’t an emergency,” I replied, feeling exhausted and letting out a long sigh.

“Sleep well your highness,” Kaspar spoke lowly, giving a bow, and then exiting the room to leave me in peace to rest. I felt sleep ebbing me but watched the snow in silence as it fell, beginning to cover the hard, dry earth. I couldn’t help but smile, remembering hearing my first tale about snow. It was said to be the smile of angels, spreading their joy to the earth. I couldn’t help but think of my parents, and this was their joy coming to me. For my safety, and my happy marriage.
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