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The Breaking of a Sword (Vixen_Mistress the fifth Master)

Listening closely, she had unfortunately lost the sound of the people following since everyone came closer to try and look at her, while others forgot about what they were doing after seeing her in this condition. She wanted to crumble to the ground and die, the feeling cause by their eyes worrying her, not liking neither male or females looks, some looking at her in lust, and others wishing they could beat her as he would possibly do later at his home after visiting his lord in his keep. She followed behind Adan, looking at the ground and away from all the citizens who were now ignoring her and what had happened, but some still continued to follow and watch as well as whisper words of hate and anger came from them.

She did however hear some mutters of people who had met her during the war that she allowed to go home who were there in the crowd, watching as well. She heard Adan’s order and instantly dropped to the ground, but she did a type of turn that allowed her to look at who had planned to attack her, wondering who would attack her even after being humiliated like this my them, wanting to kill them herself for being such monsters.

She got back up and went close to the horse, watching people around her, a warning in her eyes that if they tried anything she would hurt them, not wanting to, but none the less her eyes changed color, fear coursing through her as she readied to defend herself against anyone who would mean her harm, not planning on doing anything that would kill them but cause them pain by showing them what she had down Adan, a memory that would drop anyone to their knees in agony, and an image that would never leave their mind, a taste for them on what they had already done to her. But that was only if someone tried to touch her other than Adan.
 
The axe swung as he bellowed in challenge. Smashing two swords. The cries mixed in the fury of the battle. There had been four that came forward with weapons to challenge and take her. Now two unharmed but his axe swung heavily on the shield, notching it.

He was struck off his feet from the side. The axe handle block the blow but he fell from it. He scramble up. Leaping to the shield's man. Taking the shield in both his hands as he dodged the other blade.

A twist as the fourth man stabbed. Placing the unguarded back of the third man in the sword way. The cry as the sword hit the third man true.

There was no hesitation. The fourth man having stepped forward in a lunge expecting to slice into Adan's back caught his co conspirator. He released the handle of the sword and turn dagger in hand. The way clear his target now the drow. He rushed towards her.

Adan did not hesitate. He struck. His fist at the throat of the fourth. True and straight killing the man before he hit the ground.

Gulping air. The drip of blood at his side where the dagger hung. Not a mortal wound but painful. He put his foot of the shelf and pulled the axe from it. He turned to face the crowd. His eyes burning with the savage heat of battle. A promise that if they chose to fight then there was room for more bodies on the ground nearby.

The seemed to back away. Those in the back disappearing quickly. Those near the front less interested in the slave and suddenly more about the fruit stand at the market.

He looked over at her. "Bring the horse and come."

His mood foul at best. The Keep without further incident and then home. Duty to his Lord first. He glanced over his shoulder as he took the first step toward the keep to make sure she and the horse were following.
 
Watching what was going on she herself was ready if they came toward her, but she was not so concerned about him since she knew he could hold his own very well. But she found that she had no need to even be in a defensive stance as he seemed to keep anyone and everyone from her.

When he was knocked to the ground her legs told her to move and got to him, but she did not move, she watched as he got up quickly and dodged more blows that were clearly meant to be painful and crippling. She watched him closely, keeping an eye on him as he fought.

When the man came toward her for an attack she had been more than ready, but Adan once again prevented her from doing anything by killing the man before she could. Looking at the crowd as they backed away she looked to him, hearing the order and nodded, taking hold of the reins before following him, knowing it was much more safe with him than it was to try and run even on the horse she would find it difficult to get past everyone and free.

She watched Adan, looking him over before muttering softly as she moved closer to him, trying to hide herself by being next to him, “Are you alright? Are you injured?” She asked calmly, mainly just to make sure he was not horribly wounded, even though she could heal it right there for him, even for all of them to see, but she wasn’t really thinking about that at the moment.

She still dreaded the keep, unsure of what was going to happen to her in there or to her. She simply wanted to go to Adan’s home and away from everyone else so she could feel somewhat safe away from all the hateful little monsters who wanted her dead and did not even know her at all other than stories, she wondered if some of them even cared that she had let most of the people caught after the war to be free, without harm, but that of course would not matter anything to them with so much hate in their hearts for a stranger.

She remained silent after that, using on hand to keep her womanhood covered and using that same arm to hide what bit of her piercings she could, since they had already seen them and did not need a constant display.
 
She asked if he was hurt and in his foul mood he wondered why she cared save that she was better off with him then those in the crowd. He ignored her. There was a stitch in his side she could see to later. He had his duty and she would do as he told her.

The guard at the entrance to the Keep walked toward him. An arm out to stop him.

His eyes darkened and met the challenge, "Adan El'Glaive has business for the Lord himself and no other!"

The guard Captain ran in their directions. A grin on his face as he approached. "Stand aside for the Marshal of the Apreva!! Adan!! Adan!! I told them you were not dead!!"

Adan despite himself grinned. His hand to the Captain in friendship. "I am and with a prize."

The Captain glances at the drow holding the reigns of the horse. His eyes wide as he recognized her. "You've taken their strength from them! We've won!"

Adan took a deep breath, "We're ahead. There is no victory until we live beside them in peace. Slavery is a temporary solution. One we can ill afford to over look. "

The Captain nodded, "The Lord has been inconsolable. You're arrival is a prayer answered. Come I'll take you to see him now. Don't forget to take her in leash. You know how he is about drow."

"Of course," Adan said.

"The dagger?" The Captain mentioned. "Healer.."

Adan waived the offer, "She will tend to my wound. I claim her. She is mine."

The Captain looked between the two. It surprised him, his friend had care little for owning slaves and had women and slaves often just not the same one twice. Now he had this one. Claimed her out loud.

"She must please you," The Captain said. "Come I'll take you to see the Lord so that you can take her to your home."
 
Hearing nothing she decided it be best to just ignore him, seeing as how he would not give her an answer so she would not worry about it any further. Watching the guards she could tell they were a little tense while looking at her.

When the captain came and looked at her she felt offended by Adan’s words, half tempted to say he had nothing to do with it, that her own kind had betrayed her, but she bit her lip and let them talk, trying to ignore the other comments that Captain made. She knew the Dorw had many other generals, none quite as skillful as her, but still very good.

Looking to Adan as he spoke of living beside her kind in peace brought her temper to flare, and a hatred of him to show in her eyes, he spoke of standing side by side, yet he would probably never let her go while he was alive, an oxymoron, and she never saw slavers as a solution, her enslavement was for her torture, his pleasure, and what ever else he desired to take from her, and she knew this, and reminded herself he was just the same as other male humans.

Hearing him speak of taking her in on her leash she looked to Adan and sighed, taking hold of it as she held the end of it to him, the look in her eyes saying she wanted to get this horrible ordeal over with so she could be left alone finally, her feet tired, red and slightly blistered from the walk, and she shivered from the cold, the sun going down and a cold breeze going over her bare flesh made her shiver and try to warm herself by wrapping her arms around her slender body, but it did little to nothing, she wished she still had the blanket to keep her warm since it was winter and she was freezing in nothing.

She was tense all over and wanted rest, her eyes half glazed as she looked up, finding no moon yet, and a gave a soft sigh of sorrow, wanting to heal, the pain caused by the walk and all cause by him and his people was immense and she was in no mood to do anything other than rest under warm blankets, but as far away from humans and Adan as possible, her personality distant from everything that had occurred.

Adan’s words seemed to rub her the wrong way again, glaring at him as he stated he had claimed her, and gave a glare of death to the captain when he spoke or her pleasing him, muttering under her breath in her own language her opinion, ‘Not by my own choice or will, but by force’, was all she said, knowing Adan could understand her, but she did not care, she was close to passing out and so was very irritated.

But it was not over yet, as she released the horse’s reins she moved over to Adan, avoiding looking at anyone, her body shivering, while she tried to cover herself with her hands. She would have to wait and hear what lies Adan might tell his lord, no doubt not about to say she let him live and did what she had to him, and everything in between, possibly even have to listen to his ‘Lord’ degrade, humiliate, and belittle her to make himself seem more powerful, but she knew it was inevitable, and simply wanted to get it over with so she could be left alone to sob from her experiences throughout the entire day.
 
Adan turn for the leash. She was there waiting. Impossibly patient, exhausted, and shivering. His eyes met her but she gave him nothing. The half glazed look and the tension spoke volumes. She was hardy but even that had limits.

He turned as he spoke with the Captain he heard her mumble under her breath. He could not fault her about who's will although his memory served him well. The first time it was her choice but then that was when he wore the collar and had surrendered to her. When next she screamed in pleasure for him he did not take her but he would. She could be assured this next taking would be by his choice.

The inner Keep was warm as they moved thru the hallways to the audience chamber where the Lord weigh decision for those unable to arrive at a solution that best served themselves. But the Lord sat alone as the chamber was now empty with all but his few guards and those scribes that he chose to retain in the chamber for now.

The lord a fire haired man of 40 prime and sitting his chair before the chamber. He stood when he saw the Captain and the Adan. A smile on his face that brightened the room. His head cock curiously as his eyes fell on the slave on Adan's leash. The chains at the ring on the Dias rattled softly as his own slave noticed.

The Lord stepped off the raised platform his arms open to a lost son, " Adan El'Glaive , I am most glad to see you alive!!”

Adan dropped the leash and embraced the smaller man.

The Lord held Adan out in strong hands. Laughing with relief and joy, “You’re undone!! And you’ve brought a prisoner!”

The lord turned, “Drink, Bring the Marshal a drink!! Come, let us sit by the fire place and tell me of your journey!”

The moved as one. Adan turned and motioned her to the fire place to warm herself.

The lord glanced over, “Captain take the prisoner to the dungeon for questioning immediately!”

“MY LORD!!” Adan said quickly. “Not prisoner. She is mine.”

“She is drow and of some importance,” The Lord said in response.
“She saved my life,” Adan said without hesitation. “It is all in the telling if you would allow me but a few moments of your time.”

The Lord stepped back and looked between Adan and his slave. He could hear his own drow bitch moving slightly on the ring. Deciding.

“I would hear this tale first then,” The Lord said and waving the Captain to one side. “Take your slave to the ring near the fire. There is a cushion and blanket should you allow it.”

The Lord moved them to the servant with the tray. Taking one mug and watched as Adan turned to Ariia.

Adan motioned for her to move to the fire place, “Rest on the cushion, use the blanket as well.”
 
She was glad that the room his ‘Lord’ was in was not full of nobles and the such that would further insult and humiliate her. Entering it was already enough to warm her frozen figure, but it was not enough. Looking up at the man she shuttered, he looked just like his grandfather and that worried her, and made her already tense body even more tense, hoping he might not have been the same cruel and evil type of human male his grandfather was.

She looked to the drow chained up and gave a soft scoff, mainly toward Adan’s earlier comment about living side by side. In her opinion if the man kept a drow slave there was no way they could live together unless he would be willing to free her, and even repay her for all he had taken from her, and more, not knowing how long he had her for, and how much of her life he had taken.

Listening she hear the word prisoner and glared at the man, knowing he would think that right away, and had that been the case she would not have been cooperating as much as she had, but when he spoke of the dungeon and questioning her skin seemed to go even more pale, looking to Adan with a look of worry since he had brought her here. And as she was about to speak he already spoke up saying he had claimed her.

But it wasn’t until he confessed that she had saved him that caught her by surprise, and her eyes while still slightly exhausted and glazed showed she was thankful for him atleast confessing that since she could have left him there to starve, freeze, or what ever the gods decided. Being referred to as ‘slave’ was demeaning, and she did not use it unless with one of her own in the bedroom, other wise she would simply call them by name, but she did not expect that so soon if at all.

Hearing Adan she was hesitant about doing as he said, but soon looked away from him and made her way over to it, relaxing the best she could on the ground, using the blanket, and propping the cushion up against her back, refusing to look like a pet bitch sitting pretty on a cushion. She looked away from them and to the flame, wanting to fall asleep right there, but she wanted to hear what was said. Even though she was tired there was that hint of pain from what he was doing and what she was feeling from past and present running through her, making her lock her jaw to try and calm herself, not bothering to look at Adan or the others in the room.
 
Adan began the tale as true as he knew it. There were no embellishments. No bragging on his part. He made no mention of the work she did to his body. But that she saved him and he had failed to repay that kindness. So it was his duty to go after her.

He discovered that she had been betrayed by her own. So instead of setting her lose to walk back into more of it he chose to remove her. Either way she would be enslaved but those rings upon her had been place on her in the cruelest of ways. He would at least keep her warm and fed with some comforts. Where the other promised more pain and suffering without cause.

“She cannot be free here, as with yours the way is not clear for that yet. We walked here in peril and were attacked by my own kind in the town.”

"We make a difference. She will make a difference. I would claim her My Lord. For I am selfish and lusting. But would do right by her in time."

The Lord eyed the slave as he spoke. "My dungeon is full. Take her Marshall to bed her and bring her to serve you well with my blessings."

Adan bowed his head his fist to his heart in salute.

"You are welcome to stay the night but I know your restless heart. Begone you Elven Marshall. Let no man stand in your way. I shall see to your needs for the journey." The Lord called a servant and said to him.

"You are to provide what the Marshall requires. Do not let it be said you have been miserly." Motioning the boy to Adan, "He will see to your supplies."

"My lord is generous," Adan said and then turn to collect her and the blanket at the fire.

He bent to gather her in his arms, "Home now. And riding for you."
 
Listening to him she was rather surprised, hearing nothing of what she had done to him, confusing her greatly while she listened, but remained still staring into the fire as her mind wandered. But when he spoke of being betrayed by her own she shook her head slowly, knowing she might have gotten herself into trouble but needed to correct him, “The monster that tortured me is a traitor, to all living beings, human, and elf alike, and very dangerous. He is still out there, be careful of him, he is sneaky and I suggest you kill him quickly if you ever meet him.” She said, mainly warning them both since she knew drows like him who sought to take over everyone and everything by deceiving then back stabbing. It even surprised herself that she warned them of Ridos, but she would rather be a slave to Adan and safe instead of being in Rido’s hands, and that was clear to even his king that she was not joking and gave a hint that Ridos might try something.

Looking back to the fire she ignored the rest of the conversation, his telling the king about how he had hurt her still fresh in her mind and making her tense under the blanket. Showing in her eyes how terrible it truly was on her body and mind. She hated Adan’s words of lusting at the moment for her then saying once he had his fun then he would try to do right by her, finding it hard to believe at all, not caring later if he would be kind, she would not accept it, not unless he were bluffing to his lord about doing such things to her and in actuality just taking her to his home so she could rest, but she doubted it, and had previously given him warning of accepting no apology or kindness if he intended on treating her this way, and she would remain distant to him till the day he died, unless he were to show her he wanted her to be more than a slave, and him more than just a master to her, but she knew her hopes would be crushed and so pushed the thought away as he came toward her, making her move back away from him a little till her back was against the wall as far as she could go into the cushion.

Hearing him she frowned and bit her lip nodding her head, as though accepting his words, but her words in drow to him in a whisper said otherwise, “Please, let me rest for the night, I could do no riding tonight, I am too weak, please Master.” She said, giving him that much respect, knowing the king would atleast understand that one word in her language, slightly stroking Adan’s ego and showing she would cooperate, but asked for mercy till she was more healed than before, her feet, calves, thighs, shoulders, and everything hurting from the walk in the grass with the limb which had not been comfortable. She already wanted to pass out right away once she was near the fire, her eyes drifting shut when she looked into the fire. She figured his answer would be no, and her eyes already began to water when he picked her up, her small broken figure trembling in fear and pain, her body sore and tender, when he picked her up she instinctively leaned her head against his chest, hoping that maybe by showing him signs of affection as well as of her exhaustion that he might show her mercy or pity, what ever he would like to call it.

“Please let me rest, even in the moon light so I may heal, you will have many years to have my body as you please, whether I want to or not, but one night, just tonight, please allow me to rest.” She pleaded softly, keeping her head against his chest, her long hair flowing over his shirt softly while he held her in his arms, hoping her display of obedience, kindness, and affection would gain her some sympathy from him. She did not look at him though, afraid of his answer knowing either way she would cry, from being denied or even from him saying yes, either would be enough to make her sob, but his answer would determine whether they were thankful or in fear.
 
Her request to rest. She was even making an effort to invite the approval of his Lord as she spoke. A warning from one who would know which threat to be real. She had almost gone as far as to name the monster but fell short. Surely this was one among several. It was the same for this Realm. The Lord had enemies on both sides of the border. Some too close. Some in the Keep itself.

Adan did not censor her. Her words rang with truth and if there was a warning then the Lord should hear it. It was that kind of warning. The future telling that worried those around the Lord. Especially the Captain of the Guard.

Adan exchanged glanced with the Captain. Two men with the same goal, protecting their people.

The Lord had dismissed Adan. The soft spoken Ariia in his arms. Her head against him. He kissed her forehead tenderly snuggling her to him.

"It's not far," He assured her. "We're going home."

He carried her with her blanket about her to keep the chill off. The sun was streaking the sky in golds and reds as the Captain and the servant escorted them to the horse.

One animal. It would carry them both. She in his arms. At least now there was a saddle and provisions. They could eat on the way without leaving the saddle. They would arrive just as the moon rose above the trees. She could rest on the patio as he set a fire there.

But for now he took the last of the stairs to the grounds of the Keep and walked chatting with the guard Captain. The discussion lead from one thing to the other and ended at a fresh strong animal. The servant placed the much needed supplies in the saddle packs.

Adan nodded and gave salutations to his friend before adjusting her in his arms and lifting into the saddle. He snuggled her to him with one big arm.

"Rest," He said. "When the moon shines just open the blanket. It won't be too long and we can eat on the way."

His hand out the servant for the skin of water and the pouch of dried meat. A final salute and he clicked at the stallion under them to stepped off towards the land around the Keep.

"Thank you Ariia." He whispered against her ear as they set out.
 
Watching his lords reaction to her words she hoped that he and the others took her words seriously, or else Ridos would surely stab the man in the back and take his throne, and everything and living creature in his kingdom, a thought that worried her since she was not allowed to return home to warn her own kind of this betrayal, or else they would send assassins out to kill him without a second thought.

She knew Ridos might try to deceive the king with his hatred for her and want to see the drows defeated, but once that was done he would turn on the Lord and take what he wanted.

Relaxing in Adan’s arms she heard his thank and shook her head, “If you truly wish to thank me, let me rest in the moon longer than this small walk, or it will take me days to heal fully and properly, please Master… Adan, you will have me for many years, one day night is all I ask?” She pleaded softly, sitting carefully as they got on the horse.

His actions confused her a great deal, at first kind and sweet to her, the next stern and cold, he said he wanted her, and such, but then was so mentally cruel to her that it only distanced herself from him, and in all honesty she was trying to cooperate and see if she could or would have any feelings other than hate, fear, and disgust for what he was doing, but every time she began to think he was kind or someone she may like he would shatter her hopes and remind her that she was just a slave to him, hardly any better than a dog to him, or so she thought.

She was also unsure of herself, she had feelings for him when he had been with her for the short time in her tent and in her tub bathing she had began to open up to him, but now with him holding her against her will she felt pulled in two directions, still liking him as she had before, but hating him for humiliating her and breaking her down like this for many to see, then changing into being sweet again but only when they were alone, or so it appeared.

She leaned against him and as the moon rose up she looked at it, the dim light showing her eyes were a dark hazy purple, an unhealthy color, and as she tried to open the blanket to take in the rays from the mood the cold hit her and she shivered hard, leaning against him to warm herself again, her body shaking from the low climate, unable to remove the blanket without freezing, but she needed it, and rest or she would faint by the next day, and then she would become sick from it, and healing a female drow when the medicine for it was rare would make the situation all the more grim.

She sighed softly, and knew she might have to try and convince him by further shattering her heart and soul by breaking herself, drawing tears to the surface, but she did not let him see them as she spoke, “Please, I will do anything you desire, but give me some sign of mercy, pity, caring, or what ever you want to call it. I will try my hardest to please you but I beg you, if you want my obedience… then allow me to rest, in your arms, chains, shackles, collar and leash, what ever you choose, all I ask is rest and the moon light through a window, I will rest next to you at all times and even remain close to you.” She offered, feeling very pathetic and hoping he understood this was very unlike her, and she was not only doing this to try and get him to try and have mercy and show her something more than wanting to be her master, but also wanting more than an obedient and brain dead pet who was a lifeless shell, knowing he would not want that, or atleast she hoped so.
 
“Shhh...” He whispered against her hair. “We’ll be there soon.”

He held her as they rode. “Drink and eat a little.” He encouraged.

There were promises he did not wish to make unsure of what he would find at his home. It took another hour before he saw the gate open as he had left it. A small herd of deer scampering off from the garden. He shook his head. Even here they must eat.

He brought the horse to the house. Around to the side where the patio waited. With her in his arms he dismounted. He’d get the supplies later. She needed the heat of a fire and the rays of the Moon.

He brought her to the patio in the full light of a rising moon. The wood dry and stacked properly at the hover hang. He went there quickly and came back as fast. It took a few minutes before the kindling blazed but the fire was set.

His hand on her. “I’ll be back as soon as I see to the horse.” He showed her the water skin and package of dry meat. “Take all you want.”

He bent and kissed her forehead and then turned to see to the horse.
 
Hearing him she simply nodded, not sure if he would allow her rest but she could hope, praying it would not be crushed by him. She slowly ate and had some food, eating it slowly as she looked around, seeing the deer, very interested that they would be so close to a humans home.

Despite everything that had happened till now she relaxed against him till he brought her to his home, looking over it, always finding humans and even halfbreeds interesting in their taste in housing construction, they were sometimes like dwarves using stones, or cut down wood to make homes, but her kind used magic, living in the dark forests, in the trees, much like large tree houses (imagine lord of the rings when they go to the elves once out of Moria, that type of tree house/castle).

She remained on the patio and watched as he moved about, getting everything while she turned her face to the moon, knowing it would not help much at all if her entire body could not get it, but it was better than nothing, or in a dark dungeon without it for years, growing sick and ill, her eyes had gone grey once she was too sick, then they would drag her out on a leash, naked, pierced, beaten and weak, forced to crawl out and into the moon light while still servicing her masters and even some women who were brave enough to accept the Lord’s kindness of lending out the slave to others who would like to use her body, and mouth.

She shivered slightly until he got the fire ready. Watching him leave with the horse she had thought about running, knowing she might not get free, but it would have been a try and she could go to her people and warn them, as well as tell her mother and father she was alright, knowing they would no doubt be worried, and the thought made her home sick, crying softly into the blanket wrapped around her, knowing that after such a disgrace they would not allow her back unless she were to do this to Adan or someone like his lord or Ridos.

She remained still, warning next to the fire as it began to slowly burn, carefully she watched it and used a little magic to get it burning a little more, so it may warm her much more quickly. She remained looking up at the moon soaking in the energy little by little till she was warm enough to open the blanket, not all the way but enough to get more moon on her skin, hiding her body piercings in shame, wanting to remove them, but she did not want a beating from Adan for doing it.
 
He came back. The horse in the barn for the night. The supplies on his shoulder and in his hand. He came to the patio where she lay. He put the things to the side. After all they were only things. He knelt down beside her breaking the cold from that side of her.

“Open and heal,” He told her. “There is no one but you and me here. Open Ariia. Let the moon heal you while you rest. Snuggle against me if it will keep you warmer. I have the fire place in the bed room lite. It won’t be ready for a while. There is plenty of time for you to revel in the moon.”
 
A slight blush came to her cheeks as he spoke, sighing softly, “Just because I am your slave does not mean I am still not unease, and nervous, and not wanting to show off my entire body, even to you.” She said softly, but she did as he had said, wanting to avoid getting herself into trouble with him since she was trying her hardest to accept him, and everything around her.

She did however move to him, not for warmth, but for comfort, knowing he might or might not understand, but she had not been home let alone to see her mother and father for a long time, so it was custom for her to get home sick out here in a position she did not want and a world that did not like her, other than Adan. She opened the blanket a little but still kept the metal covered, finding it very uncomfortable when they got cold in her sore flesh.

She leaned into him, getting a little too comfortable as her eyes slowly drifted open and closed from time to time, not really realizing it until she found herself leaning against him and her eyes close for a split second, but she forced herself awake, “I…I’m sorry… I did not mean to… I’m just so exhausted from the walk and everything in between…” She explained, a little out of it as she spoke in a dull, tone, trying to wake herself up even as her eyes grew even more heavy, begging her to sleep, but she needed to know if Adan would be kind and let her sleep in his arms, in his bed, or if he would had her attempt to pleasure him with her fatigued body just as a reminder to what she was, but she had been cooperative the entire day, and gave much more than she had wanted to through the course of the day.
 
She was fussing and worried. If he had not known her history he would have thought she was planning something. The fear was real even here alone with him. Maybe because she was alone now with him. Who could say. Women are so unpredictable.

It was after all his job to care and protect her. Adan held her gently. The fire warm. The moon rising higher slowly. He wanted her healed. This was not about using her. This was about liking her and wanting to get to know her. Everything else would come in it's own time. She had endured so much. It was time to rest.

His arms around her . He rubbed her back. "Tomorrow will come soon enough. Sleep and let me care for you."
 
Feeling him holding her felt as though he really cared, and if she were not so tired she might have been suspicious that he was just putting on an act. But she had to admit she was very unpredictable, but over the amount of time in just two days they had both been through a lot, and her mind was constantly thinking about the past, and what could happen, thinking on what he might do to her, praying he was not like the lords before him, that thought worrying her greatly since she did not like being used back then and now was at risk of it again.

Hearing his words she smiled slightly and shifted, the blanket draping over her shoulders as she moved in his arms so she was facing him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders without warning, hugging him closely, showing him how greatly she appreciated what he had said, holding him close to her still sore body, but she did not care she wanted him to know that it was what she wanted and was indeed thankful for that kindness, knowing he did not have to, also making her wonder why he was doing this, why he was holding her, not just pushing her away and being rough to get what he wanted, instead he was patient and even understanding, or trying to be. And with those thoughts she leaned forward, giving him a soft kiss on the lips with her own, not trying to start anything that she could not finish, but an honest affectionate kiss.

Blushing brightly she moved to sit as she had been in his lap while dozing off, her body healing while she drifted to sleep in his arms.
 
Adan had turned to look out to the field when she moved. He was surprised when it wasn't away but to him to face him. He could not help smiling until he saw her eyes. She was there. The woman he knew from the tent. Ariia leaned to him as he watched, his brow quirked in a question and their lips met.

His arms around her protectively. Kiss her. Yes, he returned that unexpected kiss. A wave of feeling surged over him and calmed as he held her and she blushed. But she sat in his lap more comfortable. Her head resting against him as her eyes shuttered open and close as she fought sleep that came rushing against her.

He sat with her in his arms as she slept. Once in a while shoving another limb in the fire. It was warm enough that he opened that blanket to bath her body in the moon light.

It was then that he looked at her. Really looked at her. He knew then why he did all those insane things. Allowed her to pierce his body without beating the hell out of her when he was free. He smirked at the complexity of such a simple thing.

When the moon was waning. Soon to dip below the treeline and no longer helpful for her he gather her to his chest. Rising from the patio with her in his arms he carried her carefully into the house. The bedroom a few steps off the patio, where he brought her to the bed.

Covers drawn. Room warmed by the fireplace. He slid in against her careful not to wake her. He smiled softly and took a deep breath.

They had were now home.
 
Feeling the kiss back she was a little surprised, but pleased, wanting him to know that her kiss to him was a silent thanks for being so kind, and gentle to her, knowing some would not for what her people ordered to do, but it was just that, she had only followed orders or would be called a traitor and killed if she did not. It was some what the Ariia he had know in the tent, but only because she was getting comfortable with him again and no longer was in so much pain that it cleared her mind, and she was a little more confident, but still in that frightened slave mentality she had been forced in by Ridos and the men long ago. But she had convinced herself that he was not like them and that she would be safe with him.

She fell asleep in his arms and only stired a little when he had uncovered her body, feeling the slight cold draft, but the fire kept her warm enough to keep her comfortable. She leaned her head into him, finding he was a rather comfortable pillow and warm, making her feel safe, for once.

While she slept her body took over on its own for healing and it began using what moonlight it was getting instantly, any bruising was gone, all the pain from everything was no longer there, making it easier for her to rest, even her damaged hair was healed, making it shine in the moon light.

Once carried into his room she slept for many hours, knowing he was there and she even rolled over to snuggle into his chest for warmth and comfort.

In the morning she woke up slowly and looked over her shoulder at Adan smiling slightly at how cute he was when sleeping. Slowly she slipped out from the bed and proceeded to use the restroom in private, and in order to do so without the chain causing much noise she used magic to cut the heavy thing, leaving her in the light silver collar. Moving about silently and finished her business and looked around for something to eat, not finding much to work with, but enough to make something for breakfast for them, her stomach growling at her.

She started the fire and let it get ready for cooking, and stepped outside to see what his home looked like. She found the blanket from last night and wrapped it around her naked body to hide from any prying eyes and sat down on the patio, looking around, knowing she could have run, but did not.
 
He woke with a start. His hand on the bed searching for her. His side a fire he couldn't put out. His hand on it. The bandage bled. He cursed and reached for his weapons. The axe in hand he stood. Stiff. Sore. He tucked his head and tightened his jaws against it. Steps jarred the wound. He would attend to it soon but he had to find her.

If someone had taken her he would kill them. His long swift strides made it into the kitchen. He leaned on the table. His hand on his side to ease the pain as he looked around. Food was on. She was just here. It wasn't a panic as much as it was murderous rage. He would kill them when he found them and bring her back home.

"Ariia??!!"
 
Hearing him stir she remained on the porch, but something felt off when she heard him calling for her, quickly she got up and went inside to see him, looking at his hand seeing the axe, unsure of what he was doing or thinking, first thing that came to mind she acted on, “Yes? What’s the matter?” She asked, bringing her hand to her collar, knowing the chain leash was on the floor in the bedroom, making her think that he might have been angry with her about that, but something else told her it was not that and slowly she walked over to him, bringing a hand to his arm and sliding it down, gently taking the axe from him and placed it aside with her soft touch.

“I’m fine Master, just out on the patio, you looked so peaceful and seemed so tired, I didn’t want to disturb you. So I got up removed the chain and went to ready the fire for cooking breakfast for you.” She assured him, walking over to the fire she stirred the coals seeing they were ready and proceeded to cook breakfast. “And if someone were to take me I would let you know, I would not be quiet about it at all.” She explained, but something else caught her eye as she moved back over to him, seeing the bandage she had forgotten her had hurt himself, and so she guided him to a chair, removed the bandage and quickly healed his wound within a minute or two, as though it were never there. She moved away and went to check on the food, seasoning it and getting it ready. She brought out a single plate and started to dish out some onto it for him, handing it to him, she waited for Adan to eat before she got some for herself, knowing it was not her place, and if he wanted her to eat the same food she would have to wait till he said she could or until he was finished and gave her the left over’s, as it was the slaves place, not realizing he may have other feeling about her yet.

She sat there on her knees on the floor infront of him, in only the blanket and silver collar, her head bowed as she waited. But she was still feeling homesick so her depression showed in her eyes and posture but she said nothing, hoping she may be allowed to leave and see her own family again.
 
He heard sounds from the patio and turned. She entered. No one else. It was relief when he saw her. Perhaps that's why he let her take the axe. She had healed and looked better.

He sat as she talked to reassure him. Her hand to his side where the blade had struck from the attacker. It felt warm in a way nothing else had. The magic curled thru his body and the pain wept out.

Food prepared and before him. She knelt on the floor at his feet. He bent and brushed her cheek. It was warm in the kitchen. His hand to her blanket to push it over her shoulder.

She was beautiful. The fire gave her a warm glow. His hand stroking along her shoulder. Up to her chin as he looked at her.

She did not have to heal him but she did. She did it without him asking. She even liked waking next to him. That was going to come in handy since they were going to sleep like that for the rest of their lives.

She was close. He shared his food with her. Kissing and nibbling her neck while she had a mouthful of food. Yeah, he was evil like that but she deserved him and when she was ready his mean babies too.

There was something in her eyes. He decided to ask her later. Now it was time to eat.
 
Seeing him relax was better and she seemed to relax as well, staying on the floor, but the moment she felt him move the blanket she was bare again and a little uncomfortable, a look of worry on her face, having hoped he might have let her walk around with something more than a collar and piercings, not wanting others to think that is how her kind were meant to be treated, and she was a woman after all.

Sighing softly she accepted the kisses, the nibbles at her neck, accepting bites of food from him, but none the less she was slowly slipping into a depressive state, not liking being in such a position, a pet on her knees at her master’s feet, it hurt her inside, but she did not want to bring it up or anger him with things she would not be allowed to have, doubting he could take her into town to get something to wear, and she could not go naked all the time without becoming sick naturally, or have people to visit him and constantly stare at a pierced, and broken young woman with little else to live for, even though the thought of carrying his children did not sound to back she did not want to be forced to crawl naked while pregnant, or kneel like this with a child in her belly, let alone treated less than a mother, and possibly more if he would allow that.

But her mind seemed to wander a lot toward small rays of hope, that in the long run she crushed on her own. Seeing him watching her once and a while she tried to give him a smile, but it was lacking greatly, so she simply stopped eat and moved over to the patio again, looking out over the forest, unable to stomach much at all. She took in the air, one of the only things that was free to her any more, and tried to take her mind off of everything else.
 
He watched her as she cleaned the kitchen after they ate. Giving her free reign of the place. It was just the two of them. He had been promised all manner of servants and such but had refused. Those others would just be under foot.

This place set off the beaten path in the country side with rolling hills and streams brimming with fish was ideal for him. Game was plenty. The fields grew more than he needed which brought in those living nearby to help plant and harvest for a fair load of the grain and fruits.

The summer had turned cooler and the fall had been recently celebrated in the town. It was before the battle in which they lost and now tension was high. The expectation was that the drow would retaliate. He thought otherwise.

The drow would never fight in winter unless pushed to it. Winter was the time of the long moon. A time of rebirth and rejuvenation. The time when families gathered and the tales were told again around the hearth.

The drow would come in the spring when these folk worked the ground with seed. He shook himself from his musings. There were things that needed accomplished.

He went to the bedroom. The chest along the wall waiting patiently for him. A few minutes and he was walking out to the patio. He had something for her. Something she might appreciate.

He spoke her name and held out a shirt too small for him to wear any more.

“Try this on please.”
 
While she cleaned she took it easy, trying not to stress herself out any, remaining calm and concentrating on what she had to do, but she was now unsure of what that was, she even felt out of place, not use to doing these things, since in her home men and women were equals, and often she would be training in her own moon lit fields, not doing dishes, she had needed to train so she would not be in the situation she was in now, and now that she was it was all new to her, women in her kind did not stay at home and raise children, they sent the little ones once old enough to the elders, to learn and socialize with others and learn, the only time the mother was at home was during the pregnancy, and even then they had to often be told by their mates to sit down and relax, as well as after the child was born, they were not meant to stay inside and liked being out, so from time to time they would go out with the baby in the market to shop, holding them in one arm or with a woven carrier that strapped the child to their chest, close to them.

Her mind wandered until she heard his voice and turned to look at him. Looking at the shirt she accepted it and carefully put it on, being careful not to harm her own piercings as she did so. The shirt was big on the young woman, and barely came down to cover her lower region, but if she bent over everything would be in view. She sighed softly and showed it to him, usually use to something more revealing, but humans were different, they covered their bodies with much unneeded clothing. She gave a soft thank you before rolling up the sleeves and trying to get back to doing something productive, unsure of what he could need done. She seemed nervous and unsure of what else to do.
 
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