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Enchanted Night	By : EmpressMoonchildOfFantasia Category: M through R > Neverending Story Views: 3814 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The names, people, places, etc of The NES are all owned by the late Michal Ende & Warrnor Bros. Copyright � 1984. I'm just borrowing them for fun. I do not own anything but the plotline of this fic.

Chapter List
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Chapter Rating: Light M: [For Profanity & Dark Themes Near the End of the Chapter]
DISCLAIMER: The names, people, places, etc of The NES are all owned by the late Michal Ende & Warrnor Bros. Copyright © 1984. I'm just borrowing them for fun. I do not own anything but Brijatte, Eldarmarh & the plotline of this fic.
Authors Notes: I just want to thank everyone who took the time out of their busy days to write such lovely reviews for Chapters One & Two. Your reveiws are MUCH APPRECIATED for they are the spark that keep the flame of inspiration to add more chapters to my fics alive. I bow down to each and every one of you.
As they made their way downstairs Cairon forced himself to keep his pace as natural as possible so as to not give away his annoyance of having to escort The Empress's guest down to dinner. His nostrils flared as he suppressed a snort of disgust. 'Guest' was hardly the word he would use to describe Atreyu. 'Penniless Nuisance' would have been the more appropriate definition. What in the names of the Gods and Goddesses did The Empress see in this hunter from the Great Plains!? He had no land of his own nor was he in ownership of great fortune. The man didn't even have a penny to his name for the Gods Sake! He came from no great wealthy or nobly important family. Hell, his parents were killed by a buffalo before he was even two months old! And to compensate for being parentless his ENTIRE community decided to raise him as if he was their own son. What kind of family union was that? To have so many 'Mothers' and "Fathers', "Grandfathers and Grandmothers', 'Aunts' and 'Uncles' to lead a good example of how to properly go forward in life was absurd. A NORMAL person should have ONE Mother and Father, MAYBE a few brothers or sisters, TWO pairs of Grandparents-one set from each side of the family-and possibly a few aunts, uncles and cousins to round out the family tree. NOT ten, twenty, or even five of EACH!.
Cairon's teeth ground together behind his tightly closed lips in an effort to ward off an oncoming headache. He could not wait for the evening to be over with so he could forget it ever happened. He eagerly awaited the time, seven days from now, when 'The Empress's routine 'Guest' would leave to make his way back home and everything could go back to normal. Cairon thanked the blessed Gods above Atreyu's visits were only once a month and lasted no more then a week. He didn't think he could handle it if the Plains Warrior was around The Empress more often then that.
As they reached the threshold of the banquet hall Cairon took a deep breath and stepped aside so Atreyu could go ahead of him-as Royal Custom decreed. He barely heard Atreyu's polite "Thank You" as he passed the Head Adviser/Servant whose eyes darkened at seeing this commoner take his place beside The Empress herself as if he had been doing such a thing all his life before taking his customary seat on The Empress's opposite side and across from Atreyu.
The Empress welcomed both of them equally-though Cairon swore he thought he'd seen the two younger people smile at each other a moment longer then necessary as one of their hands each slipped under the table to briefly brush against the other in a private nonverbal greeting meant only for the other. He had noticed such things had been happening between them a great deal more in the past year or so: Smiles lasting longer then a mere moment. Eyes shifting to hold the others gaze for what seemed like an eternity as grins spread across their faces before one of them would blush slightly and look away as their grins softened into shy smiles. The back of a hand reaching up to tenderly brush a stray hair off the others forehead or cheek followed by gentle fingertips trailing down the side of the face and along the jawbone before dropping out of sight. Even when Atreyu and The Empress would be respectfully holding hands as they walked among the Royal Gardens their fingers would be subconsciously intertwined with the hand being held. Those same fingers would linger lightly interlocked at the tips for long moments whenever their owners had to part from one another for what would be long periods of time-particularly when Atreyu left to go home. Once or twice Cairon even thought he'd seen them exchange long hugs when they saw each other in the mornings as they met for breakfast in the gazebo or in the evenings at the head of one of the many Royal Gardens main paths after their post-dinner walks.
But then again it might have been a trick of the light or he was seeing things that weren't really occurring before his eyes.
He hoped and prayed to the Gods and Goddesses he was right.
The Empress's voice addressing all of tonight's dinner-and-ball guests as she thanked them for attending the night's affair brought him out of his musing. His body gave a slight start as he made himself relax and focus on the evening ahead. Some of Fantasia's elite were attending tonight's affair and he was pleased. His eyes roamed over the wealthy men and women seated at the table and he knew many of the young men wanted and did attempt to eye The Empress on a more serious level. She was entitled to and should be seeking romantic interests with someone far more socially regal and established then a penniless hunter from the Plains.
"I must admit, the kitchen staff has once again outdone themselves with this excellent array of dishes this evening."
Cairon turned to see whom had spoken and found himself seated next to a man almost as old as himself. Like Cairon, this man was the same height and build, but that was where the physical similarities ended. Instead of possessing skin the color of dark bittersweet chocolate, this person's beige skin reminded the Head Adviser/Servant of smooth dirt softly lightened by the sun.
"I say my dear colleague, is something bothering you? You look as if you'd taken a swig of soured milk."
Upon hearing this comment, Cairon's sour expression instantaneously disappeared as he realized for the first time since he'd sat down, how evident his negative feelings, usually so very carefully masked in the presence of so many others, must have revealed themselves on his face.
"I assure you, Eldarmarh, I'm perfectly fine." Cairon's tone was nearly a growl as his eyes swiftly fixated themselves on the others face in a cold, hard stare.
The latter was momentarily taken aback by the look his superior was giving him but wisely chose to drop the matter-for the time being at least. Instead the middle-aged man decided to turn his attention to helping himself to some of the delicious food spread out before them all.
The banquet hall looked magnificent. Elegantly long tables, draped in fine white linen tablecloths, were covered with dishes, pitchers and goblets differing in shapes and sizes made in various shades of gold and silver. Tureens, platters and bowls were heaped with all kinds of good delicacies. The entire room seemed to sparkle and hum from the life of the occupants in this great banquet hall as they ate, laughed, chatted with those around them and passed food to fellow guests.
As Eldarmarh ate his meal, he heard a bout of laughter coming from the head of the table. Glancing over he saw that it was coming from the throats of His Empress and Atreyu. The Empress's Secondary Adviser smiled to himself. This Warrior from the Great Plains was such a good companion to The Empress and was so compatible with her. It amazed him how, in all these years, Cairon had failed-NO-flatly refused to see how perfect they were for each other. The Secondary Adviser's Superior simply did not want to see what was truly before him. But Eldarmarh knew better. He'd read between the lines: All those times where Eldarmarh caught sight of His Empress and the Plains Warrior gazing at one another as if they were the only people in Fantasia were not 'mere idleness and forgetfulness of the time' but were really struggles between the couple not to give into their true desires and allow their lips to meet. All those 'shy smiles' between The Empress and Atreyu that had followed those 'long moments of staring at one another' were not 'shy' at all. They were silent messages of love being passed between them via eye contact. Those exchanges of hugs they'd share in the mornings, evenings and at other times of the day could be passed off as platonic and nothing more then that. What Eldarmarh had managed to interpret long ago, was that those long, tight embraces between Atreyu and Moonchild were not only simple exchanges of just very deep friendship, appreciation and admiration for one another. They were also deep suppression of lustrous desire for one another that they knew they had to hold back despite their longing to let go and 'break all the rules of High and Royal Fantasian Society.'
'They should go ahead and 'break all the rules.' ' Eldarmarh thought as he tucked into his second helping of the dishes he'd found favorable the first time around. 'And to hell with the consequences of 'the 'so-called reputation' of The Empress of Fantasia AND the reactions of 'proper Fantasian Society.' Deep down, she's NEVER really been what 'they've' expected of her in terms of propriety anyways. Privately, she's always been more like Atreyu,-a free spirit.' The Secondary Adviser's gaze continued to shift over to Atreyu and Moonchild as he ate his elegant supper. 'So I say "to hell with it. To hell with it all." Let them find SOME true happiness and love for once. After ALL they've been though where the Nothing was concerned, Gods knows they BOTH deserve it.'
Eldarmarh's spoonful of chocolate pudding stayed lingering in his mouth for a few seconds longer as he felt the joy between His Empress and the Great Warrior as they laughed over whatever they were talking about. He smiled to himself as he finally removed the spoon from his mouth and dipped it back into the bowl of smooth, rich, dark sweetness set before him. There was a sense of magic, a hidden sense of desirous love in the air. He could feel it. Maybe, just maybe, tonight was the night that The Empress of Fantasia and this simple Purple Buffalo hunter would finally, after eight years of holding back and 'behaving themselves,' openly admit aloud to each other their love for one another and find the courage to surrender to the fiery depths of that love.
'If that does so happen, then I give them my blessing and my full support in advance and send my best wishes along with them...'
Sending a silent prayer to the Gods and Goddesses above, asking them to please let this be the night Atreyu and His Empress have the strength to allow their hearts to be unafraid and choose to take their relationship to a higher level, Eldemarth drained his third crystal goblet of water and filled both his goblet with more water AND his bowl with chocolate pudding for a second time of what he hoped would be a glorious night filled with romance and new beginnings.
. . . . .
After the glorious feast had ended Cairon and Atreyu joined the crowed streaming into the Royal Ballroom where a Fantasian orchestra was beautifully playing music.
Atreyu, with the gracefulness of a cat, sided his way over to a large potted plant resembling a fern in the corner and was now silently watching the other guests mingle and dance as if he were in a daze.
A gentle touch of a hand broke him from his wandering thoughts.
"Atreyu?"
He turned to look over his shoulder and his breath left him...
There, standing directly behind him, fingertips lightly on his shoulder and eyes shinning, was The Dark-Eyed Commander of Wishes.
Atreyu stood there, unmoving, unable to speak, his eyes taking in the sight of the beautfulness before him. Never, in all the years he had come to know her, had The Empress looked as exquisite as she did this night. Gone was the usual ivory and lace gowns she customarily wore: instead a stunning chiffon gown of ice-blue enveloped her delicate frame. The edges of her sleeves and neckline, baring every tantalizing inch of her shoulders and throat,-the latter of which fell in a graceful curve well below her collarbone while at the same time scarcely revealing a glimpsing hint of the delectable swell of her small bosom-were delicately edged in hunter-green silk, The sides of her hair, pinned in what Bastian called a Heidi Braid, had tiny diamond pins threaded throughout the twisted strands of chestnut and dark gold. The remainder of her hair had been left loose, cascading down her back and along her graceful hips like a shimmering waterfall. Light from the many chandeliers in the ceiling, as well as the candles in their holders dotting the Ballroom walls, caused the diamonds in her tear-drop earrings and fragile necklace to send dancing fragments of their own light to reflect and move of their own accord in his eyes.
"Atreyu?" She asked a second time.
A barely noticeable tinge of crimson came and went as Atreyu realized he'd been staring at her like a mute glued to the floor, speechless and unable to remove his gaze from her. An embarrassed laugh escaped his closed throat as he gave his head a momentous shake "Yes?"
As it had done to him numerously over the years, Moonchild's soft, quiet laugh melted his heart. The soothingness of its sweet melody mingling harmoniously with his as it followed the lingering traces of his own embarrassed laughter, breaking the ridiculous awkwardness of the moment. "What are you doing here in the corner? Why aren't you dancing among the others?" Her calming voice held a note of concern, not reprimand.
Atreyu's gaze fell to the polished floor as he shook his head in embarrassment, "I have no one to dance with...and besides, I'm not that good at ballroom dancing..."
The Empress's fingertips left his shoulder to smother another bout of her own laughter, "Don't tell me you've forgotten the dance lessons Bastian and I have given you!"
Atreyu shook his head in a negative response, still too embarrassed to utter a single word.
Moonchild brushed past him and turned to stand in front of her very best friend and, privately, the love of her life. Placing a hand under his chin, she gently raised his bowed head so she could look directly into his dark eyes. "Would you like a refresher course?" she asked kindly, her voice barely audible.
Atreyu's own eyes shone as he nodded yes, a grin of relief breaking across his face.
Gently lifting his left hand, she placed it upon the left side of her small waist, her eyes never leaving his as she interlocked their right hands together. "Just follow my lead, listen to what I say and don't be afraid..." she whispered. The warmth of her breath against the outer rim of his ear was making his entire body tingle. He had to roughly suppress his love and desire for this Angelic Empress, whose sheer presence alone made his heart go pitter-patter and his blood amorously run whenever she was with him. It was all he could do to fight back the harsh urge not to turn his head in her direction and-for the first time in both their lives-cover her mouth with his right then and there.
Feeling giddy inside Atreyu, still unable to say anything, somehow managed to find the strength to force himself to 'behave properly like Royal and High Fantasian Society expected him to' and gave Moonchild a barely noticeable nod of understatement to what she had asked of him.
Even so, What in the Gods Names was going on here? He'd never felt THIS giddy around her-Ever.'
This new emotion of heightened giddiness was confusing Atreyu even more. At the same time however, the increasingly intensiveness of his desirous love for His Empress that he was feeling at this moment in time was also maddeningly frustrating him as well. For in his eyes the person standing before him was not the ethereally wise Empress of Fantasia, but Moonchild, [whom he called Ogliglewakan-which meant 'Angel' in his native language] his confidant, his playmate, the secret love of his life and above all other things, [short of being his lover or better yet, his wife. But it hurt his heart and mind too much to dare dwell on such a thing more then once a month-even though more then anything in all the world he longed to make such a secretly forbidden dream a reality-for a vision like that seemed damned near impossible to bring to life. Especially with Cairon-and The Empress's Head Handmaiden, Brijatte-running things.] his very best friend in all of Fantasia.
This overwhelming mixture of emotions he was experiencing tonight: One half of him was filled with uncharacteristically confused nervousness, the other half was consumed with a near overpowering surge of heated desire. It was taking all of his self-control to hold back and not give into his own wants and needs-not there in the Ballroom anyways, where there was the VERY great chance they could be caught. And Gods forbid if THAT happened, then there'd be hell to pay for breaking 'an unspoken, forbidden and VERY taboo rule of Royal and High Fantasian Society'. But still, this combination of conflicting emotions colliding then merging together then separating only to become as one all over again ...over and over in a neverending cycle...
It was becoming almost too much to bear all at once.
Nevertheless Atreyu did the only thing he could do at the moment. And that was to literately force himself to focus on the dance lesson that was at hand and NOT how ravishingly beautiful The Empress of Fantasia looked in her gown.
Still leaning forward so that she was a hairbreath away from his ear, Moonchild, with all the patience of a gifted teacher, guided him through the steps of a simple waltz. Atreyu unflinchingly listened to her instructions, pulling back and moving back in only when she told him to. Fifteen minutes later it was now he who was leading her in the dance and not the other way around.
Pausing for a short break, they stood there quietly together talking in the shadows of the potted plant as they watched the others mingle and dance.
Cairon, who had been moving through the crowd for several moments looking for The Empress, gilded out of the mass of dancers with his usual determined steps to stand before the couple. "There you are Empress! Why are you all the way over here and not interacting with your guests!?"
"I've already greeted everyone who needs to be greeted Cairon!" Moonchild retorted in a low, firm tone.
"Yes but..."
"No Buts Cairon! Atreyu and I were in the middle of a conversation when you so rudely interrupted us!" The Empress's hands were on her hips as she glared at her Head Adviser/Servant with the utmost look of annoyed disgust in her eyes.
"I Wasn't being rude Empress!" Cairon was flabbergasted.
"Yes you were, whether you want to admit it or not! Now what is it that was SO important you had to be SO rude as to interrupt Atreyu and myself?"
Silence
"Well?" Both men sensed she was on the verge of going from annoyed to pissed.
'Oh, Gods,...' Atreyu thought frantically, 'Please, Cairon, Don't use this moment in time to pick a fight with her! For the Gods Sake, Can't you just leave her be!?'
"Well, it's...it's..." Cairon was uncharacteristically stumbling over his words. He took a deep breath to calm himself and get his thoughts in proper order once again. "It's just that,..well...One of the main waltzes is about to start momentarily and we both know it is customary for you to lead it off-"
"I and fully aware of the Customs of this Royal Court Carion..." A hint of iciness had crept into Moonchild's voice, though her facial expression has returned to the calmness it had been before Cairon's unwelcomed appearance. Eyes shimmering, a smile crossing her lips, The Empress's head turned towards Atreyu. "Would you like to join me Atreyu?"
Cairon nearly collapsed with shock.
Atreyu, too, was taken aback as he stared at The Empress.
"Wh...what...?" His voice caught on a whisper. His mind was reeling as it absorbed her request.
"Your heard me." Even though her soft features now held a look of seriousness, the darkness of her gentle eyes still glowed full of light and love.
"I...I...I can't go out there!" Atreyu's hand, the one not still unconsciously holding her own, gestured frantically outwards toward the crowd of dancing, mingling, nobility. "I'm going to-"
Quiet laughter filled the comer where the three of them stood, "You are not going to look like an ass out there. Nor will I allow anyone," She threw Cairon a warning glance, "to make an embarrassment out of you. I Will Not Stand For It."
These last words were directed at her Head Adviser/Servant.
The Empress gave Atreyu's hand a slight tug forward. "Don't be afraid. We'll do the waltz we finished a little while ago." Ignoring Cairon's presence, she brushed a strand of hair out of Atreyu's eyes as she softly spoke her next words. "Come on, it'll be fine...don't worry...I'm right here with you..."
Encouraged by her reassuring words Atreyu felt himself relax as he returned her smile. "All right. Lets do this." Part of him was self–determined to show that Stuffy, Arrogant, Close-Minded Head Adviser/Servant of Hers that He, Atreyu, Great Warrior of the Plains and Hunter of the Purple Buffalo, could dance just as well, if not better, then ANY Nobleman in this room.
Discreetly shoving Cairon out of the way, Moonchild, never letting go of her beloved's hand, led Atreyu around the edges of the crowd, heading towards a wide circle of nobility that had formed in the middle of the ballroom. Realizing Their Empress was amongst them, those standing in small groups around the edge of the waltz circle silently moved a few inches aside to let her and her companion pass.
Now standing in the middle of the circle of onlookers Atreyu could feel himself start to tense up again with nervousness. He wasn't used to having so many look upon him at one time.
Hearing Moonchild's inaudible voice address him, Atreyu swallowed hard as he met her gaze. "Moonchild...I don't think-"
"Shhhhh..." The Empress discreetly brushed his lips with the tips of her fingers. "Don't look at them. Don't even think about them...Focus your energy on me...just on me...Don't think about anything else."
The warrior kept his eyes locked on hers and never wavered. For as soon as this action passed, he could feel a wave of confidence wash over him and melt away any and all fears that had been lingering in his thoughts. 'Lets show them what we can do' his eyes conveyed this silent message to her.
Nodding in agreement The Empress turned her head to the orchestra and gave a subtle nod in their direction.
As soon as the music started, Atreyu's hand went to her waist and as if as one, the fingertips of their right hands touched. Feeling the warmth of The Empress's palm against his own, Atreyu's fingers instinctively interlocked with hers with a gracefulness he never knew he possessed. As if they'd been doing this all their lives, his feet moved forward in the first step of the simple, elegant waltz that was still so clear in his mind. Within seconds they were sweeping in a graceful circle, moving effortlessly in time to the music. Forgetting that many eyes were upon him, Atreyu swung out to his left still holding onto Moonchild's hand as she swung out in time to his movements, dipping back gracefully, her back arching subtly for a fraction of a moment then, still holding hands with him, Atreyu spun her back around, pulling her gracefully against him so that her back was inches from his chest as they swayed together like this for a few moments before Moonchild spun away from him, her arms outstretched from her sides, graceful wrists elegantly bent like those of a ballerina. Feeling as though there were no one else in the room but them, Atreyu watched with fascination as she dipped into a light curtsy, her eyes never leaving his. Then she was back in his arms again facing him this time, their left hands now on the others shoulder and their right hands once again interlocked. As the music swelled the couple repeated their actions again and and again, feeling the room sway in tune with their dance.
Then the music softened as it started to wind down to its ending. But the couple in the middle of the circle of astonished onlookers were unaware of nothing but the other. Even if if their bodies had completed their task, they could not take their eyes off one another. It was as if Time Itself had stood still. Unaware of everyone around them they instinctively moved inward to one another, their eyes never wavering...their lips now a hairbreath away from meeting...
Suddenly the Moment was abruptly broken as Cairon's hand clamped firmly upon Moonchild's shoulder, jolting them both back to reality.
Atreyu lifted his eyes from His Empress's to find himself looking at Cairon's disapproving scowl. "I'm surprised. You did so well." The Head Servant/Adviser's tone held a hidden touch of sarcasm, meant only for the Plains Warrior before him.
Atreyu said nothing. He was trying to read the other man's thoughts but was unable to do so.
"Will there be another waltz coming up?" Moonchild asked, breaking the silence.
"Of course." 'Don't be stupid.' Cairon's eyes told her .
"Well then we'll just-" Atreyu began but Cairon cut him off, his mouth forming the smirk the couple, by now, knew so well.
"I think," Cairon's voice was curtious but sharp. "It is best if The Empress dances with her other guests for now. She cannot be so rude as to ignore them and focus all her attention on You."
Moonchild stared at him not believing her ears. 'How dare he! Who the Hell does He think He is!?'
Outraged by the ballisiness of her Head Adviser/Servant daring to accuse her of being rude, she opened her mouth to fire back at him, not caring one bit if she embarrassed the shit out of him in front of at least two hundred guests, her servants she'd chosen to work this event, and the musicians in the orchestra. So What if she made him look like an overbearing fool in front of herself and her very best friend!? He'd Deserve every Bit of It! But the pain from Cairon's fingernails digging into the tender skin of her bare shoulder, making her wince, forced her close her mouth.
"All Right, Fine." She sighed exasperatedly. Why did Cairon have to fuck everything up? She'd rather spend the rest of the night with Atreyu at her side. But Royal Duty WAS Royal Duty.
She glanced up at Atreyu who mouthed "Why...?"
'Because,' Her eyes said, 'It's why everyone came... To see Me. Belive me Atreyu, If I didn't have an obligation to them as Their Empress I wouldn't do it. Yes, I know you know we'd both be happier if it was just the two of us this evening, but it is not. I'm so sorry My Atreyu. Please do not be cross with me.'
'I'm not cross with you, Ogliglewakan.' Atreyu's eyes were full of tenderness as they silently spoke to her in return. 'I'm cross with Cairon. I don't want to leave your side any more then you do. Neither of us like it, but I DO understand you need to interact some more with the nobility here. And I respect you for your willingness to so unselfishly leave me for a time to fulfill your role as 'Empress'. ' His hand brushed against her cheek in a loving caress, lingering in the place just beside her lips.
Then he regally stepped back away from her. His heart aching for them both.
Cairon took this moment to steer Moonchild away from the Plains Warrior towards the crowd of nobility behind him. She looked back only once and her eyes sent one last message to her beloved. 'I'll come find you again as soon as I get a chance to...'
'I'll be waiting Ogliglewakan...'
Atreyu returned to the comfort of the shadows of the potted fern-like plant. Letting out a dejected sigh of loneliness he sank upon the armless sofa leaning against the wall next to it, his face partially hidden by some overhanging fern-like leaves. Watching his Moonchild interact with the different noblemen though the leaves, Atreyu a surge of rage flash across his aching heart-and this surging flood of rage overrode all the other emotions he'd been wrestling with tonight. It was not as if he was jealous of her interacting with other men. Far from it. This anger-this RAGE-he felt was from the knowledge that NOT ONE of those men out there saw her like he did. Nor did they care to. Atreyu instinctively knew [and his instincts were as homed as The Empress's] that given the chance, any one of those rich, snobby men out there on the dance floor, who were as full of themselves as Cairon was, if not more so, would use their titles AND entitlements to crush what little independence his Moonchild had from her. Those men didn't give a Luckdragon's ass about her as an independent being with her own opinions, thoughts and ideas. All they saw was an ethereal regal being who, in their minds, was ignorant about the ways of watching over their world and so fragile she needed to be shielded from that world.
Stinging tears pricked at the comers of Atreyu's eyes and he bit down on his lower lip to keep them from coming forth. A shuddering breath wracked his body as he wrangled with this burning mixture of rage, hurt and overwhelming desire and love for his Moonchild who had to put up with such crap such as these peacocks strutting themselves around and before her tonight, each striving to outdo the other.
'All the Royal males and noblemen here this night were vying for The Empress of Fantasia's-unwanted-attention no matter how small of an amount she gave them in return. Whither she wanted to or not. And For What!? Just so they could Brag about it to their family, friends and colleagues back home!'
This conclusive thought sickened Atreyu.
Pressing the heels of his hands to his stinging eyes so he could see clearly though the mist of tears clouding his vision, an even more horrendous thought pushed its way forward:
What if Cairon and Brijatte forced her to marry one of those leeches?
Just the idea of this possibility made him want to vomit.
He swallowed hard as a wave of nausea swirled around in his belly. Oh, Gods! Then she'd be a prisoner in this place for all eternity and there'd be NO way in hell for him to protect her [for Atreyu was certain he'd be banned from the Tower forever by her 'Nobleman husband' and all attempts to contact each other would be blocked off by both the 'Nobleman Husband' as well as Cairon and Brijatte] from being subjected to a life of dictations on what to wear, how to act, what to say, how to respond, whom she could and could not associate with, even how to eat or sleep. She'd have NO say in anything in regards to her life, her world or even her own body. Her voice would be cut off and no longer be her own. What was worse then that was the fact she'd be forced to sit by, unable to voice her protests, as her 'nobleman husband' partook in endless extramarital affairs, gambling and whatever other corrupt or lewd acts men of such status liked to engage in. On top of all this scandalous behavior she'd have to endure both-subtle-physical and verbal abuse as well as being there to 'satisfy her 'Nobleman Husband's' lustful 'manly needs.' Even if his beloved Empress fought back there was NO doubt in Atreyu's mind that her 'nobleman husband' would entrap her in such a way so that she would be unable to move let alone cry out or scream as he forced himself upon her tender body no matter HOW much it hurt her.
Atreyu's fingers dug into the gilded edge of the sofa and raised his head to the heavens as unimaginable images of Moonchild, his Angel, who was so kind and fearless all at the same time, being raped over and over and over again. He could almost hear her protesting screams, her sobbing pleas as she begged her 'nobleman husband' to stop violating her-all of it going selfishly unheard. In his mind's eye Atreyu could see the endless rivers of painful tears going unheeded as her 'nobleman husband' ripped apart 'that tender part' of The Empress's body relentlessly night after night. Atreyu'd been around enough nobility to seen how ruthlessly the men treated their women-no matter how subtle they tried to make their actions. But Atreyu saw right through each and every one of them and what he saw was nothing but deep, dark evilness lurking in their hearts and this discovery alone told him how despicable many of Fantasian Noblemen truly were.
'No,' He thought, 'These so called 'noblemen' Cairon was forcing her to dance and mingle with were nothing more then selfish, egotistical bastards who cared about Nothing But Themselves, Attaining the Highest Status Possible and Of Course, If Possible, Only Male Heirs. Even if the Latter nearly killed The Empress due to hard or multiple childbirths occurring year after year without giving her body a chance to rest nor recover, let alone the chance of miscarriages in between... And if I EVER find out or get wind of news that my Angel is near death due to multiple beatings or forced, unending childbirths I swear to the Fucking Gods I will hunt that Noble Son-of-a-Bitch down and KILL him Myself...'
Suddenly the room felt like a furnace. He had to get out of there and get some air before he suffocated. Springing to his feet he made his way to an open door leading to a balcony that contained steps that lead down to the Gardens. Moving with the stealthiness of his Hunter's Training years and years ago, Atreyu slipped out of the Royal Ballroom undetected.
Not A Single Person in That Room took notice of him leaving.
Well, Except for One...
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