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Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Fenice bade them sit and eat but the two men declined, they were only there to check on her. She watched as they left leaving her alone with Ne’ebo and Mathilde. They were meeting with the lords to talk about the way the tournament would go. They didn’t want to wear Ne’ebo out, yet he had the most challenges. They settled on three fights and would raise or lower it depending on how the first day went.

Sitting across from Ne’ebo they ate in relative silence, after the events of the day it wasn’t a bad thing. “We need to get them collars and leashes; I’m not certain how they will handle you fighting in the tournament. I thought of sectioning off an area for them but I don’t want to be away from them for so long.” She smiled and reached across the table to his hand and gave it a squeeze. After he nodded in agreement it was settled.

She stood as he rose to leave, the insistent need to have him with her tonight welled up again. Kissing him back quickly she turned her head from him. “I love you too,” Her voice was soft and as soon as the door was shut she was curled upon her bed with the pups who took to licking the salty tears from her face. “I need the tailor to fashion me sturdy leather collars and tethers for which they might move about but only so far.” Mathilde nodded in agreement as well and after gathering the dishes summoned a page to inform the tailor of the princess’s wishes.

In a rare occurrence Fenice fell asleep in her bed curled up with the pups. Mathilde found her on her return, sound asleep there. She hadn’t changed from the dress she’d been in since returning but still it was a start.

Waking the next morning Fenice was shocked to find herself in her bed. The pups were curled all around her little faces poking out at different spots or on top of the blankets. She stretched, her body popping and cracking from no movement. Mathilde breezed in, “Good you are up, the tailor is here with the leathers for the collars, and I also have the smithy at the ready to engrave their names on tags. Trala is chomping at the bit to get up here, something about the new baby keeping her up.” Her laugh was nice to hear.

“Let them in, I can fix my hair while you gather breakfast. I can wash up and change after.” She moved to her vanity and pulled her hair back into a long braid, having just finished up the people entered and got to work. Trala eating and petting the eager pups, the tailor gathering measurements as much as they would allow, and the smithy working on the little plates.

Fenice ate while the men worked and spoke with Trala; she said nothing about what had happened the day before. It was something she could appreciate. Once the collars were finished she thanked the tailor and laid them out on the bed. The pups sniffed at them and growled a bit, but other than that ignored them. The task at hand was washing and it would take all of them.

One tub of warm water, four puppies and three ladies. Fenice washed two while Mathilde and Trala took on one. The pups didn’t know what to think and were scared at first. The looks they gave the women were precious but by the end none wanted out. Wrapped in large towels they were dried off and their new collars were put in place, each with their tag stating their name. “Look at them…” Mathilde sighed smiling out at the four pups sitting in front of the fire on one large cushion.

Moving behind the screen in her room Fenice washed up and dressed for the day. The blood red hooded gown she wore in honor of the tournament’s start being on that of St. Valentine’s Day was specially made. The neckline was tasteful and the laces up the front cinched her waist beautifully. Trala stopped playing with the pups and grew wide eyed, “Is it horrible my dear?” She asked, watching the young girl.

“No Milady, Sir Ne’ebo won’t know what hit him!” The girl laughed.

Mathilde left her hair down and wrapped part of the sections around the simple golden tiara she wore. Attaching the leads to the pup’s collars she began the walk to the lists. The dagger was strapped firmly to her thigh and her father had both of their thrones on the dais equipped with swords. He refused to take any chances.

The walk was slow with the pups pulling and lagging behind. The escort of Fenice to the list was numerous knights, she didn’t understand why. Nothing had changed that she knew of, of course what Ne’ebo had encountered the night before was a secret but he planned on taking no chances either. When Trala asked Fenice simply told her, “Sir Hargik wants to make sure you are protected.” And on they went to the raised dais.

Men were in seats along the edge and others on mounts. Fenice allowed her eyes to seek him out. “Will you take them for a walk I need to speak with my knight?” Not waiting a response Fenice strode across the field. Her hand lifted and she gently stroked the war steed’s soft muzzle “Please come down, I need to present you with something.” Even though she couldn’t see them, every set of eyes were on them. Her fingers dipped into the bodice of her gown, the white lace trimmed handkerchief brushed the skin of her breasts as she pulled it free. It waved in the soft breeze like a flag of surrender.

Certainly she’d surrendered her heart to him, everyone knew of her choice for a mate. However, this presentation made it official. She lifted the dainty item before pulling his head down and kissing him with a gentle but fervent passion. The contrast of him in black and she in the red made them a striking couple indeed. “Lord High General Sir Ne'ebo Fa Hargik. Knight of the Lords Mtumbi, Tekono, and Elias. Of Alexandria, Osaka, and Camelot respectively. I wish you well in this tournament and know that you are the holder of my fair heart.” She kissed him again for good measure, in case some missed the first time before parting ways and moving to the dais.

Since it was her tournament she stood in the midst, “Ladies and Gentleman, Welcome to Camelot. May the games…. Begin.” She sat as the crowd cheered uproariously. Her eyes fell to only one man, the only man that would ever matter.
 
Dressed in black, Ne'ebo left the castle well before dawn and went down to the stables and saddled Mayonaka, giving Gala a treat then rode his massive warhorse to the lists taking his place as the first combatant. He had watched Fenice approached surprised as she had left the dais to come down to him. He had slipped out of the saddle removing his mask taking the kiss happily. He allowed her to tie her favor to his helm beside the first and smiled as she started her tournament.

Once she had made the announcement he pulled her into another deep kiss and stroked her cheek. "I am going to win this for you darling. I promise you this Fenice. I will win. I will marry you. And I will die loving you and only you." He kissed her again then stepped back so she could go. "Oh and Fenice? I love the dress." he grinned cheekily as she left.

Once she was on the dais he mounted up and nodded to his opponent Emperor Arcle Mgnodst of Henderland who nodded in return. The two rode at each other and Ne'ebo, letting his excitement and frustration feed off him and each other, slapped the other man's lance out of the way and crashed his lance into his chest knocking the man off his horse to crash into the ground ending the battle just that quickly. Ne'ebo dismounted and as had become his norm helped his opponent up. the Emperor was a pompous jerk but he was sincere in his desire to wed Fenice and though he had no real chance now he also did not tarnish his honor in his loss and walked off Ne'ebo walking away followed by Mayonaka.

The next thirty battles were a mix of the routine boredom and excitement. Bruce bested his opponent after a close match and Le Botzer unhorsed his opponent as well. The High Priest dropped his opponent with ease though he did not unhorse him. With the challenge system in place once a knight lost in one event he lost half his chance to be tournament champion as the man with the most wins would be named the victor and Fenice's new husband. The issue was that once one lost with so many opponents they would quickly fall behind into a deficit they could not overcome without a lot of luck.

Unfortunately for the Emperor he had made and received the first two of Ne'ebo's challenges and now, at noon, they were also to be the first sword battle. The Emperor used a rather short curved practice blade with an overly heavy tip making it a good chopper. Ne'ebo had his usual katana.
The battle began with the Emperor coming down at Ne'ebo with a flying overhead strike.
Ne'ebo spun around the landing man and cracked him in the back with the pommel of his sword then before the man could land he dropped him with a light blow to the neck that did not make real contact but did end the fight. Ne'ebo helped him up and now the Emperor was in deep trouble. The first man in the tournament with two losses and it was only the first day though he graciously shook hands with Ne'ebo then both men went off to their posts though Ne'ebo was called back out in a moment by his next challenger. The King of Celts.

The King of Celts was a brilliant knight and warmaster who was built like a bull. He had challenged Ne'ebo to a sword battle first then to the joust. He had already beaten one man in the joust , which he would also face Ne'ebo in later, and was very confident.

The massive Celt used the traditional claymore that stood as tall as himself and he had taken great pleasure in mocking Ne'ebo and his "tiny toothpicks." As the men entered the ring the Celt called out. "Nah Lord General. i would face you with both blades. If you please?" Ne'ebo shrugged and took both katanas and took his place while the Celt flourished his blade roaring and bragging. He was the first to strike.

The Celt aimed his weapon like a spear rushing Ne'ebo.
Ne'ebo knocked the weapon to the side with both of his kicked the Celt to the ground then squatted over his chest the sword in the ground as both katanas were crossed over the Celt's throat. "i win." he smirked as the crowd went wild and Ne'ebo walked out of the ring to mount Mayonaka.

The Celt was helped into his saddle a few minutes later then once ready they rushed each other. Ne'ebo broke his lance on the Celt's helm knocking it clean off while the Celt's lance was knocked out of the way by Ne'ebo's. The Celt rode on for a few moments then fell out of the saddle with a loud crash out cold. As he was carried off Ne'ebo went to his place.

Mayonaka was under heavy guard in a tent that was off away from everyone else's along with his weapons. The guards had already caught several attempts at sabotage on other knights but Ne'ebo's best safety lay int he fact that either he was riding Mayonaka, or in the tent with the horse. He rode Mayonaka to the ring and the horse stayed by the ring not letting anyone near him. The horse was well aware that only his master was allowed near him just now as even the royals would have no reason to be around him just now.

Ne'ebo sat with Mayonaka nuzzling his neck watching the matches silently. He would not even be able to go speak to Fenice during the tournament and the thought did not please him at all. His eyes flicked to her constantly and he was considering getting her letting him play with Pek, Etua, Nis, and Xar when Trala came by with the four dogs. He chatted with his little friend while he played with the dogs who were growing like weeds and so happy to see him. He nodded to Trala's guard who was to keep a close eye on all five and not let them go anywhere outside the fence of the lists. Trala had no trouble with this and obeyed and rather enjoyed chatting with Ne'ebo, mostly about Fenice's dress and the tiara. Finally ti was time for Ne'ebo's third and final fight. He was bored he was only counting when he beat the man in both events as a fight.

He kissed all four pups who licked him back then kissed Trala's forehead. "Go sit with Fenice kiddo." Trala giggled and kissed his cheek then scurried off lead by the four dogs, looking a lot like their ancestors pulling sleds, the guard trailing the quintet.

Ne'ebo jousted with his opponent first and instead of riding out threw his lance knocking the knight from the saddle ending the match just that quickly then rode down to the sword ring with a sigh. He would have to up the number of battles. He was going to atrophy sitting here for so long doing nothing.

An our later he faced the man in his last sword battle of the day at which point the day would also be ending as it was growing dark and threatening snow again. He rode down to the ring sighing but then grinned as the man challenged him to a wrestling match rather than a sword match. Elias nodded allowing the break in protocol and both men quickly stripped to their legging Ne'ebo bouncing excitedly on his toes.

His opponent was a stocky man who believed himself to be the best wrestler present and managed to convince Ne'ebo to play 'Mercy" with him. They gripped hands and began the match. At least Ne'ebo's opponent did. he squeezed, pulled, pushed, strained and did all he could to make Ne'ebo, who stood like a stone gripping the man's hands, move in any way. Finally Ne'ebo sighed and flexed his forearms and hands bending the man back bowing his back and making his knees buckle with a shriek of "I YIELD!!"

Ne'ebo nodded and lead Mayonaka to the stables then went into he castle his armor in his pack on his shoulder going to eat by Fenice warmly greeting the others at the meal but the smile never reaching his eyes.

Once at Fenice's side he sighed. "Darling we have to up my fights. I'm going to start falling asleep out there." He squeezed her hand and smiled as the pups clambered into his lap snuggling in not daring to mess up her gorgeous dress.
 
Her lips met his with longing and pent up desire, her lips parted to him. Everyone knew how she wanted to win and who it was that she loved. There was anger and disbelief on some of the faces as they watched. No one attempted to stop the young lovers. It wasn’t her doing, the tournament; it was what HAD to be done. Trusting blue eyes gazed up into his face as he spoke, tears fell from her eyes. The second kiss caused her to whimper when he drew back, “I believe you… I believe you my love…” Her voice was a whisper against his lips. Blushing at his compliment she wiped her face free and moved to her throne.

With only three matches to hold her interest she grew bored very quickly. Mathilde and Ywen, along with Trala kept her company. It wasn’t the best since all that Ywen wanted to talk about was her upcoming birth. Just the reminder of it caused her inner beast to break through, or at least want to but she restrained it. A moment that caused her heart to flutter within her chest was when Trala took the pups to visit him; she’d sent her out when she saw that he’d been sitting bored at the sidelines. The pups were so happy to see their daddy they could hardly contain their excitement. Little bodies shook as the power of their tails shook them thoroughly.

Soon the girl was back at her side with the pups; Etua whined so Fenice pulled the girl into her lap and pet her as Ne’ebo took to the field for the last fight of the day. The other pups barked to cheer him on from the dais. The joust was quick and soon he was stripping down to his leggings. Hungry eyes flit over his body, heat coiled up from the apex of her thighs as she chewed her lower lip. Mathilde stood at her side while Ywen laughed merrily. “My dear it won’t be long we are one day closer,” Fenice tossed the wise maid a smile over her shoulder as the man screamed out that he yielded. Same as the other victories she rose to her feet and clapped. The only thing different was this time she clung to Etua and kissed the soft dogs neck.

Watching his retreating form she took her father’s arm and grasped the leads from Trala. The Archbishop escorted the child home in the dark and met the rest of the party at their seats in the hall. Mathilde served her as the pups lounged at her feet. The loud greeting caused her head to turn and watch him. He caused her heart to pick up in triple time; it would be simple if they could just run off together. They were in love, the love was so strong everyone in the room felt it and could see it. She laughed as the pups all jumped up into his lap Nis falling to the floor on his roly poly body and barking to receive some help. “I know my heart, father said he is going to let you choose the number, but I don’t want you wearing yourself out.”

“We will speak tonight after dinner.” Elias spoke up.

Fenice knew she was not invited to this conversation. It wasn’t proper to go off with him now, during this tournament. When the meal was finished Mathilde took her plates away. “Will you bring the puppies to my room before you go to sleep? They missed you and are bored with me, save for Etua.” She blushed as she leaned down and pressed her lips firmly to his cheek. “I shall see you in a while.” Fenice moved through the crowd, telling each that spoke to her goodnight.

Once in her room she stripped and washed down before changing into her nightgown. Mathilde braided her hair back and tied them off as Fenice washed her face free f the makeup she wore. After which the duo sat by the fire and knit gifts for Ywen. Her thoughts were on Ne’ebo and how one day she would be sitting near the fire and knitting items for their children. She thought back on the wise words, Mathilde was right; they were one day closer to being man and wife. Sighing she continued on with her task.
 
"Of course my love. But im taking your favorite too." Etua licked his chin as Nis fell again only to be caught by Ne'ebo. When Elias was done eating Ne'ebo followed him, trailing by the frisky quartet, to the library. They sat at the chess table as the four had a lovely time play fighting around Ne'ebo's legs or hiding on his lap getting petted and their ears rubbed. "Well Elias how many fights can i have? I have two thousand nine hundred and ninety nine men I have to beat. This is going to take me forever anyway. "

Elias considered both the question and the impending queen double rook and knight trap he had just found and did not speak for a good while. Ne'ebo continued playing with the dogs waiting for the reply.

"Can you handle ten a day?"
"Elias i could handle twenty a day. Besides the sooner they face me the sooner they are eliminated. I can boost the pace."
Elias nodded. "That should work then. But you better be careful. If you get hurt Fenice is going to murder us both."
Ne'ebo nodded as well. "Very true. I'll be careful. No showing off."

They continued the game chatting about the knights who had come to fight. Bruce and several others were rather skilled, a good hundred matches counting jousts and sword fights separately having taken place today, giving these two experts quite a good look at the competition. The Archbishop had had to go to London to speak to his people but would be back in a few days so they did not have his counsel though he had been sure Ne'ebo would win the tournament, especially after seeing the first match.

Ne'ebo won all three chess games and after Elias said goodnight to the pups who all had to lick his face just like human children with their grandfather, then went off after Daddy to go sleep with Mommy.

Mathilde let the quintet in and the four hopped onto the bed to watch as Ne'ebo went to Fenice and smiled. "Sleep in the bed tonight please my love? it's better for your back." He cupped her face and kissed her deeply. "Sleep well." He went over and said good night to the pups then went off to his room and to bed.

*&*

The High Priest was furious. Five of his people were dead and Thismal's family were too frightened to try to attack the royal family. But he would not let it get to him. He gathered his twelve remaining assassins and made a plan. It would take time but ti would be highly effective.

*&*

Ne'ebo woke the next mornings and the next five early and happy, always making sure to play chess with either Elias or the Archbishop and always giving a goodnight kiss to Fenice. He spoke to Ywen and got her distracted by helping him select the right ring and a number of other gifts for Fenice upon his victory relieving Fenice of some of her prattle. Mathilde, Trala and the pups stayed with Fenice at all times as Ne'ebo was so busy with his ten daily matches getting on average about fifty minutes to rest between his battles though he had come up with a simple method for handling his battles.

He would joust with an opponent and beat them then fifty minutes later he would face them in the sword then ride off on Mayonaka to joust with the next opponent and would repeat the sequence again and again. He did not even need the rest but he also did not want to hurt himself and the time was just enough for Mayonaka to recover which was what really mattered.

By the end of the week Ne'ebo had a hundred and twenty six victories. he had face the very best in the tournament and not one had landed even the lightest touch on him. he had slapped away lances, hurled his lance liked a spear, disarmed his opponent's in the ring with ease. He did not show off as he had promised but he was startled at how easy this was and knew that he was going to have a real opponent soon so he prepared for that point, resuming his grinding training schedule as he watched matches, whether doing pushups, pull-ups, or a number of other workouts.

He faced Le Boltzer and Bruce, as well as several others he had been sure he would fall easily under their weapons. Le Boltzer had been shocked when Ne'ebo unhorsed him, then furious when his beloved mace was taken from his hands and used to beat him into submission resulting in his only two losses for the week. This took place on the second day and resulted in a rule change. They convinced Elias to switch the determination of the winner from the person with most wins, as Ne'ebo had already fought ten times as many times as everyone else in the tournament, to the person with the fewest losses. Bruce and several other of course taunted Ne'ebo claiming they would happily give him his first loss while Ne'ebo did not reply.

Bruce crowed, bragged, and boasted non stop all week until the sixth day, for the last battle of the day which was his against Ne'ebo. Ne'ebo had remained silent all week no rising to the bait even though Bruce spread a number of nasty rumors that Fenice was already pregnant with Ne'ebo's child and that she was performing all sorts of perversions with the African. Bruce was so proud of himself he was still braggign right up to the point they were about to come together with great random.

Ne'ebo chose to punish Bruce. He dropped the tip of his lance slapped Bruce's away and clothes-lined the braggart out of the saddle. Bruce had been widened but not hurt but the sword battle had to be postponed as the judges and Elias discussed whether the victory was legal. Finally they decided it would count as Ne'ebo had held onto his lance and the crowd had gone wild at the act. Te discussion still took an hour at which point the sword battle could begin. Bruce was a master swordsman with his broadsword and long battle knife while Ne'ebo had both of his katanas and the two men faced each other across the ring

"After i beat you I'm going to get Fenice to polish my armor."
Ne'ebo said nothing.
"Then I'll make her moan my name."
Not a word.
"And I think I'll get her to pleasure me...the french way." he made lewd gestures with his mouth and tongue.
Ne'ebo still said nothing.

Annoyed at the silence Bruce attacked. His guard was excellent but Ne'ebo's speed was too much. He feinted at Bruce's head making the man raise his arms, then swept the swords down together knocking Bruce's feet from under him making him do a full flip onto his back. Bruce did recover quickly yanking himself to his fete with the ring bars. and rushed Ne'ebo again. Ne'ebo again shocked him by flashing his sword tips in through Bruce's guard striking Bruce's shoulders numbing both arms but Bruce managed to hold onto the weapons though he swayed on his feet slowly getting himself under control. Ne'ebo removed his helm. "Here. I'll help you." he also peeled off his armor giving Bruce time to recover Finally Ne'ebo stood only in leggings holding his swords his armor under Mayonaka. Bruce snarled and rushed the near naked man also trying to strike with a knee as he attacked. Ne'ebo kicked the knee out of the way and smacked the weapons out of the way with his own and stabbed them up denting Bruce's chest plate.

Bruce was furious now and hurled the battle knife at Ne'ebo's chest. Ne'ebo caught it with his swords then dropped it kicked it back at Bruce smacking him in the chest with it. Bruce roared and rushed Ne'ebo who caught his arm with one sword then crushed his hand with the other the blade falling tot he ground. Bruce tried to headbutt Ne'ebo but the African just jumped up catching the braggart in the face with his knee crushing in his helm. Bruce staggered and Ne'ebo planted his weapons in the dirt and jumped in the air flipping his body over into a powerful kick to Bruce's helmed face knocking the man into the ring bars breaking them knocking Bruce out. The rumors about Fenice were over.

On the night of the seventh day, after dinner and the goodnight kiss Ne'ebo was on his way to his room when the twelve struck thinking he was unarmed. Ne'ebo never was unarmed his real swords always either on his or near at hand. The screams of the dying filled the castle and when people arrived it was to find Ne'ebo standing over the dead bodies of eight of them the other four without hands his swords shining with fresh blood. H flicked the blood off and pointed at the four. "Cauterize their wounds and take them to the interrogation rooms. I will be there shortly."

While the pages and other servants got to work to clean up the blood and bodies, Ne'ebo went to check on Fenice who had not been allowed out of her room. Aaron, still healing but refusing to stay in bed any longer, met him at her door. "I want those four to survive until arrive. And i want this place searched again." Aaron went off to obey while Ne'ebo went into the room to find Fenice cupping her face and kissing her deeply. "All is well my love I promise." Elias came in with the Archbishop and sighed seeing the two together and sat on the edge of the bed petting the four pups who were watching their parents and whining.
 
Fenice put her knitting away when the knock on the door was heard. She rose to her feet a smile upon her lips as he approached. The pups clambered onto the bed, she laughed at them and held her arms open and out for Ne’ebo. Saying nothing she didn’t agree to his statement, if she didn’t agree she wouldn’t have to lie. She would try, but that was the only promise she could make. Sighing when his lips pressed to hers, it was like air. Her eyes closed and they paused there for a short moment.

“I will try to but it’s hard without you there my love…” She said before releasing him. The pups eagerly said their good nights. All six watched him leave; Fenice caught the look of Mathilde after he left. “What? I didn’t lie, I will try to sleep in the bed, but it’d be easier if he was here and in it.” She moved to the thing and pulled back the blankets. The four pups moved about under the covers and then along her body as she moved to lie down. Once all were settled Mathilde blew out the lamps and bid her goodnight.

She tried, she honestly did. However, she failed miserably. Slipping out of bed she went back to her chair, the blanket there was wrapped about her before she settled. A soft whine caught her attention, Nis and Etua had followed her. Smiling she helped them up into her lap and fell asleep petting the pups. Mathilde found her with all four the next morning. Her face pressed to Pek, tearstains on her cheeks.

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It was like this for the next days, rising as the sun hit her face or the pups licked her face. Sometimes they were in her lap sleeping and sometimes they slept in her bed, any number of them. “I’m going to need a bigger chair if you continue to do this.” She laughed, though everyone called them pups, and they were. They were growing like weeds.

Fenice’s days were... in a word BORING. She needed more than the moments at dinner and a soft kiss at night. She missed Ne’ebo and it showed. Her normally easy temperament waned leaving her testy and spiteful. Thankfully Ywen had been more distracted or surely Fenice would have lost her mind at the poor girl and it wasn’t Ywen’s fault that she wasn’t in a kingdom that was or had been ‘owned’. Soon Fenice would be married, her own belly swollen with child… at least that was the plan. However, no one but the Almighty knew what lay in wait for her.

Trala was a breath of fresh air, the only one besides Ne’ebo the princess hadn’t snapped at. The girl sat with Fenice and braided her hair, made snowballs and talked Fenice into a game during the tournament of tossing one of the balls out at a time and letting the pups chase them. IT made her laugh, a rarity in these past few days. Elias didn’t have the heart to scold her, mainly for fear she’d bite his head off again. The wedding plans were mostly finished, clothing had been commissioned. Ne’ebo had to be fitted and would have to explain to the tailor what he wanted. Sadly he didn’t have the time, and though he was well loved the tailor wished until it was official… though the last week the top would be measured and then the tailor would work tirelessly on the garment.

The nasty rumors were what had made her the most angry, horrified. It was almost as though Ne’ebo condoned such things to be said. Though she hadn’t heard all of it only bits, if she’d have known what it was that was said she’d have blushed deeply. Elias pulled her into his embrace after she finished screaming at him in an empty corridor of the castle. “He loves you, him not acknowledging or making any notice of the words gives them less fuel to spread. Our people know you and do not believe these sordid and tawdry tales.” He was correct.

Elias had heard of the taunting and did not appreciate the lewd comments Sir Bruce made about his daughter. He’d told Ne’ebo to crush him for Fenice.

When they stepped into the ring Fenice paid attention, just as she had during the joust. She was glad it counted and hopped up and down clapping. The pups barked and carried on at their mommy’s actions. Hatred for the man painted her every feature. She stood at the edge of the dais, hands resting at her sides, fingers clenched into fists. He was clearly faster, although Bruce was well versed. As he stripped Fenice thought she would melt to the wooden planks in a pool of mush. THAT would soon be hers; it caused her knees to go weak.

Mathilde rushed to her side, “Control your self Fenice.” The words were said right into her ear.

Fenice swallowed hard, the desire to touch the spot where the heat spiraled from –her core- was devastating. It was an ache so deep it brought tears to her eyes. “It’s not fair!” She whimpered breathlessly. He could tease her body in this way yet she had no control over him in this manner. At least, none that she’d known of. Crossing her arms over her chest she glared at him and sent out a huff, “Not fair at all.”

Having been so caught up in her own torment she’d hardly watched him fight, but how could she when he pranced around in his leggings like that. She bit her lip; he was in trouble on their wedding night. This thought gave her cause to smile and she did a naughty little smile. The gasp of the crowd followed by a roar caused her to slip from her naughty musings and focus. She jumped and began clapping, staring wide eyed at Mathilde who stood there shaking her head.

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With the rumors stopped she returned -a bit- back to herself. The seventh day was like all the rest. Wake, breakfast, wedding stuff, lunch, tournament, cheer for Ne’ebo, dinner and a good night kiss. She cried after he left. Same as she did now every night. Mathilde had given up on consoling her; it had to run its course. Once the tournament was over and she was in his arms her sweet Fenice would return to normal.

Once the tears had stopped rolling down her cheeks they started up for an entirely new reason. The howls and screams of pain echoed down the halls. Yanking the door open she screamed for him, hearing his grunts. Mathilde yanked her into the room and slammed the door shut before snuffing the light and forcing the woman to sit near the fire. “He will handle it…. Pray!” As much as Fenice hated not knowing, she had faith in him.

The door opened and she rushed to him, throwing herself into his arms. Followed of course by the four pups who circled his legs as he walked further in the room kissing their mommy? Growling when he released her from the kiss she stared up at him. “All is not well… I’m in torture waiting for all of this to be done my love.” She pressed herself into him, her thin gown hiding nothing of her body from him as she wound her arms about his neck once more. Her lips parted to him uncaring who was watching, she needed this moment after the horrible week.

Elias cleared his throat as the pups snuggled close, being ignored by their parents. Fenice moved away from him slowly, tossing an annoyed look in his direction. “Don’t you give me that look? It’s best you be parted; things are getting far too heated on your end. Farther than I’d like to talk about. Mathilde is worried about you, but that is the least of our problems.” His eyes fell to Mathilde who was straightening the blankets on the chair in preparation for Fenice to sleep. Sighing his eyes fell on Ne’ebo, “Is it over now? What are your thoughts?”

Fenice looked sheepish and avoided looking at Ne’ebo as her father scolded her. It was a long time coming. Mathilde readied her chair but she made no mood toward her. Curiously she waited for their conversation.
 
"I really don't know Elias." Ne'ebo led Fenice to her chair and sat with her on his lap. "I think we are just seeing the beginning. Those few were nothing." Elias sat across from them as the Archbishop sat on the edge of the bed watching the pups jump into their parents' laps while Mathilde started to serve tea. "No Mathilde. lock the door and sit with us. We are going to have a war summit. Once Aaron joins- Ahh here he is." Aaron came in locking the door. "your family?" "All safe." Ne'ebo nodded. "Please sit."

*&*

"Thank you for accepting my invitation."
"Not as if i had much choice."
"Of course you did. You could have said no. Then I'd be sitting her with one of our other competitors."
"What is it you want?"

*&*

"The castle is clear my lords and ladies. We have sealed every secret entrance and there is only the one path into the castle and from now on unless the person lives in the castle they will not be permitted to enter. We can relax those standards once the tournament is over. Do I have approval?"
Elias and Ne'ebo nodded then Ne'ebo spoke. "I want the guard around Fenice, Mathilde, the pups and Trala, and especially Elias doubled."
"It will be done my lord."

*&*

"I want you to use your influence and power to draw the others together to join us in our efforts to destroy Elias and his followers."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because if you do i will give you Fenice. Just as you want. I will even let you kill the African."
"Why would you give me the girl?"
"Because once I'm done with her I won't need her anymore."
"So IF I join you i get the girl. What do you get?"
"The throne of course."

*&*

Elias spoke. "Ne'ebo I am going to allow you to stay here with Fenice tonight. I want to be sure she is safe."
The Archbishop coughed. "What about-"
Elias raised his hand. "Mathilde and I will also be staying. There will be no shenanigans."
Mathilde spoke. "my Lord. there-"
Elias raised his hand again. "Mathilde I want to spend time with my daughter. But I know that she won't sleep without Ne'ebo here. So...Besides you did not see what he did to those twelve. I did."
"That reminds me. Are the four ready for me?"
"Yes my lord."
"Good. They are not to be fed or watered until I come to see them."
"Yes my lord."

*&*

"What if I want the throne?"
"You are not English. you cannot have the throne. Even if you win. You might become king but you would never rule. That throne must hold the blood of Arthur. Only Fenice has that blood. Even her precious African will be King only in name should he win."
"HE WILL NOT WIN!!"
"Easy. Easy my friend."
"Filthy mudskin will not beat me."
"But he did beat you."
"IT WAS A FLUKE!!"
"Of course it was...."
"What are you implying?!"
"Not a thing. But would you like some..assistance beating him next time?"
"Why would I get a next time?"
"Well...if I arrange for you not to ..fluke into another loss and we somehow cause Ne'ebo to lose-''
"Damned mudskin isn't that impressive."
"...yes well if we can set up his failure that should put you back in contention."
"How?"

*&*

"Well my lords and ladies I think I should go to my wife and child."
"And i need to pray for the souls of the dead.
"Very well. Have a lovely evening. Both of you.
Aaron bowed to Elias, Mathilde, then Fenice and Ne'ebo smiling as the pups barked goodnight to him. "And I shall kiss Trala good night for you." he went off with several smiles following him.The Archbishop moved to Fenice and kissed her cheek and patted Ne'ebo's shoulder then rubbed eight ears then went off to bed. Mathilde followed him locking the door behind him. "Majesty would you like my bed?"
"No. i shall sleep here."
"Your Grace-"
"Ne'ebo no. I will sleep here. Fenice will sleep with you in her bed."
"Yes Sire."
"Now get off to bed."
Ne'ebo smiled but nodded nudging the pups who ran over to the bed jumping as Ne'ebo stood and went to the bed laying down with her on his chest kissing her deeply as Mathilde brought Elias a blanket turned the lamps out and went to her own room sensing that Elias wanted to be alone with his thoughts.

*&*

"Well I thought we could start with poisoning his horse."
"Impossible. The horse killed two men today."
Mayonaka had been standing by the ring as Ne'ebo fought and two would be killers or kidnapper shad tried to take him away. The horse had knocked them to the ground and crushed their skulls under his heavy hoofs. As they were far from the first deaths in an attempt to sabotage a knight nothing was done or said except the removal of the bodies.
"Fair enough. Poison him?"
"How? We can't get in the kitchens. Everything is inspected and tested at every stage of production."
"Where did you hear that?"
"I overheard that new knight..the captain of the guard telling his men."
"Oh...Sneak in a tipped lance?"
"Ahhh.. That I like...but what if it doesn't kill him?"
"Well we could also sneak in some daggers, weighted swords and weapons..and we could also just shoot him with a few arrows. Call it a misfire from the practice range."
"That could work..."


*&*

Elias listened has his beloved daughter drifted off and Ne'ebo fell asleep as well while he gazed into the fire and though. Why have they chosen now?...Of course I only have the one child and no chance to have another... What if they are plotting on hurting Ne'ebo..or worse on taking Fenice? Will we be able.. yes we will. Ne'ebo will die before anyone harms her..So will i for that matter. and Mathilde...and Aaron, his wife, Trala...even those little pups..." As he thought this Pek and Nis came over climbing into the chair with him drawing a smile. "Well hello my furry grandsons. Why aren't you asleep?" They licked his face then in answer went to sleep. He rubbed their eyes and taking their example went to sleep as well.

*&*

"Well my friend.. I shall get the weapons and other items into place. You will find us people to use those weapons?"
"I shall."
Both men stood and shook hands then went their separate ways to go to their rooms and beds where they each slept alone.

*&*

Ne'ebo woke Fenice with a kiss some time before dawn. "Forgive me my love I have to go. Have a lovely day. "He kissed her again then went off to the kitchens and took a large platter and filled it with food and gathered four pages. He then went down to the dungeons.

"Hello my friends. I have brought you food, water and people to feed you." The four did not answer but unlike their fellows they still had their tongues not yet having earned that honor to be mutilated by their master. Te pages fed their charges carefully who ate hungrily and gratefully while Ne'ebo sat before the four of them sipping a cup of tea. "If you promise not to misbehave I can even have you unchained." The four exchanged looks, still chewing then nodded together. Ne'ebo nodded to the jailer who unlocked the four and brought them chairs to sit at. the kindness and politeness surprised them as the pages kept calling them sir and asking what they would like to eat next. not one had been kindly spoken to or fed as much as they wanted in decades.

"So what are your names? I'm Ne'ebo. These are Marcus, Harold, William, and want was your name my dear?" the female page blushed but smiled answering, "Sylvia my lord." "A yes forgive me. This is Sylvia. The jailer there is named Samuel." the jailer nodded sipping some tea from Ne'ebo large jug. "Could I offer any of you tea?" The four looked at each other then one spoke. "I'm Nerfon my lord. ...could i have some tea?" Ne'ebo smiled taking a cup and pouring it himself. "Milk? Sugar?" "Maybe some honey my lord?" Ne'ebo smiled and added some honey stirring it in then handing the cup to the page who carefully held it to Nerfon's lips who drank carefully and sighed happily. "Good isn't it? It's an herbal blend. Jasmine and ..either vanilla and acacia or sugarberry . I cannot remember for the life of me. Which do you think Nerfon?"

Nerfon nodded his head. "it's very good my lord. You should try it." He looked at his three friends who slowly licked their lips. They had not had tea since they were children and told Ne'ebo so who immediately filled three cups adding milk to the female Freta, quite a lot of sugar to Bryr's, and a dash of egg to the other female Kytc's and topped off Nerfon's. The pages just sat feeding their charges but only speaking when spoken to their charges pointing at what they wanted to eat with their nubs.

"Tell me... who showed you about putting egg in your tea Kytc?" She blushed . "My grandmama my lord. " No no. Ne'ebo. We are friends yes?" "But we tried to kill you.." "And I cut off your hands. I say we are even. Now about the egg?" "Oh yes well grandmama, who was not like us, added egg. She said it made her feel young." "How long did she live?" "A hundred and seven years." Ne'ebo chuckled. "I'd say she was right then. Did she raise you?"

"Not really. My mother and father did..they were normal too. I was born like this because they took a draft of this potion or something that made me come out like this. They owed the master..." Ne'ebo nodded. "But they still loved you? took care of you?" "yes...until i was six...then my whole family..I w.." Nerfon coughed. "She was forced to kill them..." Ne'ebo leaned forward gently touching Kytc's wrist. "Kytc I am so sorry. that must have been horrible." She sniffed and started to speak then choked up and wiped her eyes. Ne'ebo handed her page, Sylvia a hanky and Sylvia gently blotted her cheeks and eyes.

Ne'ebo looked at the others. "Did you have too..?" They all nodded. "Thats why we still have our tongues. We are not loyal enough to have earned that honor. Our master is-"Nerfon blinked. "i will not say anything against-" Ne'ebo waved his hand. "no no no. I don't want you to speak against your master. Nor tell me about him. I'm curious about you. So you each had to kill your families then became killers for your master? Do you worship with him?" They all nodded, Nerfon finding himself rather taken with the delicious bacon and chewing that hungrily. "Who is it you worship?" "Beezelbub." Ne'ebo nodded. "I see. Why is it you only use those daggers you had?"

"Well..we are...limited in our physical abilities. Using any other weapons is impossible for us." Ne'ebo cocked his head then nodded. "I understand. Why me first? Had you not watched the matches? Forgive me for boasting but the likelihood of your success was minimal at best. Why not Mathilde or Fenice or even the Archbishop? With so many of you?" Bryr answered. "Well they all go about with at least twenty guards...you were alone. We were sure a single man against all of us would be no challenge..how did you beat us?" Ne'ebo cocked his head again. "i don't know ..I am sure that would be boasting." What do you all think?" To his surprise nine voices asked in unison for him to tell the tale.

"Well..." Ne'ebo had smelled them before they attacked and had unsheathed his blades killing four in the first rush and the next four in his follow up strike the hands of the four remaining with his final followup stroke. It had taken a grand total of six swings of his swords to kill eight people and end the fight with twelve. Freta was the first to speak. "Where did you learn to fight like that?" "First in the jungles of Africa, then Japan, then in wars for the last ten years. and constant training. No big deal." He sincerely meant this not understanding why they were so impressed.

Freta looked at the others and said. "If he is that good..we were either sent in to die or the master vastly underestimated him..." The others nodded while Ne'ebo pretended not to hear. "Perhaps we should tell the master to back off?" "He would never listen to us." Ne'ebo filled their tea cups carefully then filled his own sipping it carefully and adding some egg and honey. "Thats rather interesting. But I'm afraid I don't like it as much as the tea plain. My apologies to your grandmother Ktyc." She blushed again. "It's alright Ne'ebo. Thank you though."

Ne'ebo chatted with them for some time learning about their training, which was pathetic focused more on breaking their wills than preparing their minds and bodies. He commended them though and had them telling him of their skills, their experiences, their plans, everything. Without them realizing it he squeezed them dry of every drop of information they had, which was not all that much, then promised to have them freed as soon as possible.

*&*

The High Priest had to bite on thick piece of leather to keep from screaming. He found the eight bodies he had molded to his will still burning and knew that his personal guard and assassin's were all dead. He did not know or care about the surviving four and he went back to his rooms to set his new plans fully into motion.

*&*

Ne'ebo left the food and pages with the four. "You should get some rest. I will be arranging for you to find new homes. Would you like to view the tournament?" "We..how..could we do that?" "Of course. you would have to be chained and sit in a private but comfortable carriage but you would be able to see. Would that suit you? you could watch sleep, eat, do whatever you like." They blinked but nodded and as Ne'ebo smiled and stood so did they to follow him along with their pages to the carriage he had in ind which was shuttered and barred and put near the lists and under guard but with food and drink and they would b allowed to visit the privy whenever they wished. The treatment had them so wound up and excited they were eager to cheer for Ne'ebo and watched eagerly forgetting that they were prisoners.

Ne'ebo had another ten matches today. He had been an hour late to the list but Elias had explained why so he had suffered no penalty and no one had seen the carriage or the people within. His first five went by without incident. Then he faced a Sir Venix de Brionne. Venix had spoken with the man who had spoken to the High Priest. He held the special lance at the ready then charged Ne'ebo. Ne'ebo was feeling happy and excited despite the routine manner of his wins, but he did catch the slightly stiff manner Venix's people and Venix himself handled the lance which was poorly painted. Sensing danger Ne'ebo hurled his lance like a spear the lance falling to the ground where Ne'ebo had it collected then taken to his tent.

Ne'ebo broke the head of the lance revealing the six inch metal spear head and shook his head. "Well Mayonaka...they have just pissed me off."

Venix entered the sword ring with a unearned swagger. Once again he had an advantage. A dagger hidden in his armor, his practice sword a real sword with wood panels glued onto it. He had heard about Jarn but was not impressed. Ne'ebo expect it but had the lance brought down to the ring wrapped int a blanket promising to reveal the secret later. This did worry Venix but he shrugged it off and once Ne'ebo was ready he attacked.

Ne'ebo swatted the blade to the side planting it in the ground then kicked it so hard it bent. The wood panels fell off revealing the ruined sword and the crowd went wild as Venix, shocked and furious grabbed for his dagger which Ne'ebo caught in an arm lock and jammed back into Venix's shoulder breaking and shattering the entire arm the man shrieking in pain as Ne'ebo indicated the dagger which everyone had seen Venix pull out, the ruined sword and at a gesture from Ne'ebo the tipped lance. While the crowd and the judges tried to decide what needed to be done Ne'ebo crouched. "Who?" Venix whimpered and Ne'ebo gripped his ruined arm and squeezed it grinding the bones together. "Who little man."

Venix whimpered again. "Bruce." Ne'ebo nodded and called for the medics. Venix was to be removed from the tournament for his injuries and would not be allowed to compete in another for the rest of life though the extent of his injuries would likely prevent him from even trying. Ne'ebo walked to Mayonaka and rode to his tent, having been the only person who ad heard Venix's word.He sat in his tent and waited for the next match looking out at the sky. Bruce..I don't know if you are a threat to Fenice yet. But next time we come together..I am going to kill you.
 
Fenice curled into his chest as she relaxed in his arms, her fingers stroking the soft fur of their children. It preoccupied her from getting friskier, though the words of her father had settled those feelings. Her eyes fell to Aaron and smiled as they all gathered about. She was worried that this meant more trouble for them. She couldn’t take more trouble, though if she were to fight it would take her mind off the inexplicable heat rising in her body. She wasn’t a fool; she knew the cause was Ne’ebo and the desire to be with him fully.

The idea of doubling the guard on her annoyed her, “Just let me carry my sword…” She whispered. A look and a shake from Mathilde had her lips clamp shut and she concentrated on petting the four little ones that squirmed for attention in her lap. Her head shot up at the words her father stated, a smile caressed her lips and the heat returned.

As though he could sense her thoughts and her body’s arousal the archbishop spoke up. Fenice blushed and Mathilde laughed softly. Shenanigans could be had if they were quiet; her sly mind began thinking up ideas. Mathilde spoke up, Fenice almost snarled at the meddling woman. She lifted Xar up for kisses. Everything was being taken from her hands. At least she’d have him in her bed tonight, just the caused her to quake a bit. Mathilde did not look pleased, nor did the archbishop. She couldn’t help it that she was unable to sleep without him, it was much better than her being unable to bathe without his assistance. This thought had her biting her lip to stay quiet.

Fenice stayed quiet, smiling her goodnights. She moved to the bed with Ne’ebo, and the pups. Her heart raced though she knew nothing would happen. Even still her body ached to know his in a more intimate manner. Her lips met his in a fervent kiss, the heat growing but being contained. Once the lights were off her hands moved up into his hair as she rose, her form melting into his as her lips parted. The moment ended with the pups sticking their tongues against their parent’s faces, effectively ruining and ending the moment. “Good night my love, I believe our children want us sleeping now.” She settled into his chest and within seconds was out, not like normal when she sat or lay wakeful for a long time.

Her lips responded before her eyes fluttered open, “No… please don’t leave me…” His words filled her ears before his lips were on hers again. “Ne’ebo…” She cried into her pillow.

Elias listened but let her be; knowing nothing he would say could calm her. Mathilde moved to her in the darkness, a hot cup of tea in her hand. Moments later she merely sniffled as she began drifting off to sleep. Elias pressed a kiss to her head and retired to his own room to dress and ready for the day. All of this needed to be over soon.

Body aching later as she stretched Mathilde brought her another cup of hot tea to relax her body. The older woman had known what was coming. Perhaps it was the reason she’d began losing her mind lately. Keeping the princess warm and for the most part happy. Ywen came in and wanted to have breakfast. The morning was filled with easy chitchat and walks down memory lane. It seemed like Ywen knew that it bothered Fenice to talk about the babe growing within her so she avoided the subject.

The feelings of the day before and the night as well melted away. Fenice walked with Trala, Ywen, the pups and the guards to the lists. Once there they sat and Fenice curled beneath a thick blanket with warming bricks keeping her heated up. The snow had fallen during the night, the servants were clearing the ring and field as the men came out. She didn’t notice and only had eyes for Ne’ebo. She hardly paid attention to the matches. Her mind was on getting through the next few weeks, sadly she didn’t see it as a possibility.

Tears built in her eyes and she averted her eyes from those around her. How could one love someone so much, yet not be allowed to have them. She had to wait and she didn’t want to. Her body yearned for his with every ounce of her being; she’d pulled Ywen aside and asked how she coped with that before she was married. Fenice didn’t like the answer, it seemed her friend was not one with virtue and her knight lacked honor. Ywen confessed she was forced to marry her knight, but she loved him so that was fine. When she’d left the safety of Camelot, she and her knight had partaken in moments of carnal pleasure and when she returned to her father’s home she was with child.

While Ywen and the knight both had gotten what they wanted there was no waiting for it, it made her even more upset. Sighing at the circumstances she knew she would just have to wait it out, whether it killed her or not. The crowd lost their mind with shock and she saw her father rush forward. Rising as well Trala having filled her in. Pulling her cloak about her better she stood and watched. Ne’ebo didn’t seem to be bothered that the man had cheated. He crouched next to the man; Fenice assumed he was talking about his injuries.

Fenice held onto her father’s arm tightly, “What will happen father?”

“The judges will remove him from the tournament for your hand, as far as the rest they will punish him in some way, though Ne’ebo has done a fair job of that already.”
 
Ne'ebo was very quiet for the rest of the day finishing his matches at a rapid pace. At the final sword match, which had them only a few yards from the dais, his opponent brought a spear in to the battle so Ne'ebo brought his bo staff. The two had a rather interesting volley of cracking wood and lateral use of the weapons.

It began with a simply thrust of the spear which Ne'ebo deflecting then kicked the bo at the opponent who barely managed to dodged it swinging his spearhead about to slice at Ne'ebo's waist who once again deflected it then shot it along his arm and shoulders at the spearman's face again allowing him to dodge it. Ne'ebo had so wanted to battle with this weapon he was determined to drag it out. he allowed the match, which was the last of the day, to lengthen, much to the crowd's delight as both men fought expertly about the ring. Ne'ebo was eye to eye with the man his eyes flicking to Fenice when he saw it.

"Sorry my friend. You are very skilled. But I need your spear." Ne'ebo slid the staff along his hands then spun it around his opponent between the man and his spear then yanked both as he kicked the man to the ground. Ne'ebo tossed the spear up into the air spinning catching and hurling it into the crowd transfixing a man just pulling back a dagger to strike at a noble woman. The man flew back into the wall behind him the power of the throw leaving him hanging there dead. Then Ne'ebo looked at his opponent. "Shall we continue? i could get you a new spear? " The man shook his head. "No no.. Im good."

Ne'ebo nodded then he and Mayonaka went to the crowd. "Milady are you are alright?"The woman nodded. "he was my first husband. the church seperated us when he was convicted of being a part of the cult of...well." Ne'ebo nodded. "I understand Milady. Would you be my guest at dinner for the rest of the tournament? " She blushed but nodded. "My lord my husband-"
"Which knight is your husband?"
"The man you just beat.."
"Ahh. Well bring him along. Your children as well. i would like to speak with you both. Please come to the dinner pavilion?"
She looked at her friends who all were gushing over him and nodded. Though she was happily married this was Ne'ebo. He was the superstar.
"Of course we will come my lord."

Ne'ebo smiled and went over to the dais and collected Fenice kissing her. "Hello beautiful. I'm bringing guests to dinner." he lead her tot he pavilion where the dinners would be from now on. he helped her sit and sat beside her smiling as the pups got into his lap. they were already half grown so it was harder now but Ne'ebo did not eat much at dinner most of his plate going to the dogs.
 
Fenice nodded at Elias’s response, she felt no pity for the man that tried to cheat and kill of the dreams she had. Her anger built and left rapidly. She grew pale and weakened, Mathilde lead her to the seat to cover up again. A cup of hot tea was ready and Trala handed it to her before lying down with the pups and watching Ne’ebo fight. Elias sent a questioning gaze toward his daughter; Mathilde went to him and whispered. Elias only nodded before turning his head back to the fighting.

Nis climbed up in her lap at one point and she dozed against him, until Ne’ebo took to the ring with his bo staff in hand. The men were easily equals and she almost wished he’d let the man get a hit in to make him think he could best him. She blushed feeling his eyes upon her. All eyes were on him and he was launching the spear he’d taken into the crowd. Screams sounded and Fenice rose lifting a hand to her mouth. Her eyes held her father’s, both uncertain of what was going on.

Jealousy did flare up as he went to the woman he saved. All of her friends preening and fawning over him. Even from her spot she could see all of their eyelashes batting at him. She wanted to grab him and drag him into a healthy kiss to remind all of them WHO he belonged to. Narrowing her eyes as he approached she knew it wasn’t his fault and gave him a shy smile, though she wasn’t that either. She went off the edge and into his arms, her lips pressed to his several times in light sweet kisses. “My handsome knight. The more the merrier.”

She walked at his side, her hand reaching up to touch his jaw. She slid into her own seat, the girls attempting to climb in her lap. She laughed, “You two will be bigger than me soon. Though you will never outgrow my bed!” She scooted her seat closer to Ne’ebo and allowed them to share her lap with his. She was given soup, something that Mathilde brought her with a bit of bread. She smiled at Ne’ebo, “Your soup always will be my favorite.” She blushed. “My love… I need to apologize for this morning. I wished you to stay and I forgot of your duties, perhaps next time you share my bed you can stay with me until the sunrises or I wake? I always do adore being in your arms when I sleep.”

Whispered words rotated around the table at what she’d said, many of the women looking upon Fenice with a tinge of Jealousy and some with sadness knowing how it must be for her to be without his arms about her to sleep. Though only those close to the couple knew how hard it actually was on the princess.

She yawned when dinner was over. “My dear I should love to tempt you at a game of chess but I am much too tired to even focus. Sweet dreams.” She tilted his head up to hers and took full advantage of the moment to pepper his handsome face with soft kisses circling and teasing him, missing his lips each time before finally treating his lips to hers. “I love you,” She breathed into his ear, giving the lobe a saucy nibble. “Goodnight.” Everyone at the table oohed and aahed as she moved from the pavilion with her guards, Mathilde and the pups.

Fenice slept in her own bed, the pups curled tight around her body. Mathilde smiled to see it, though it was expected, she wasn’t feeling well and needed the rest. She stoked the fire to keep the room warm and blew out the lamps before retiring to her own bed in her room. Pek clambering from the bed to sleep with Mathilde as the bed was a little tight. Mathilde welcomed him.
 
"And I love you." He shuddered as she nibbled his ear lobe and smiled petting the pups who licked his face then followed their mother. He finished eating smiling then went to the training area with Aaron giving orders for the four surviving assassins to be brought to him. Ne'ebo had arranged a house in the country for them and there would be people there to help them eat while special tools were being made for them. They would be able to do anything they wanted and live out their days in peace. They were beyond grateful and thanked him repeatedly. He gave them gold and sent them off to their new home.

Aaron and Ne'ebo then started their training regimen Aaron taking it easy still not fully healed. Ne'ebo on the other hand... He was hurling special metal rods like spears burying them in the practice wall he had built for just such occasions, bending some of the rods and hurling them as well. He sparred with the guards and knights who came to investigate the noise. They were amazed at how much energy he had. He threw them across the training yard with ease and getting bored started limiting himself until he was literally fighting with his hands tied behind his back and with himself weighted down with a heavy rope connected to the floor making it impossible for him to jump. Still he went untouched his feet, elbows and head serving as his weapons.

While all of this was going on and servants brought lit torches hanging them on the walls as more and more men tried to overcome Ne'ebo only to be rebuffed. This all stopped as the rope was suddenly cut. He whirled then grinned at Elias and broke free of his bonds and grabbed a practice sword tossing another to Elias. The floor cleared as they went at it.

Elias had his usual broadsword and Ne'ebo his katana, and though both had admitted to finding some things they liked about the other's sword they were loyal tot he weapons they were trained to. Elias was smaller and slower than Ne'ebo but was quite strong and his heavier sword and brutal style gave him quite the array of techniques.

Ne'ebo threw himself into the battle happily. His blade was not strong enough or wide enough to block Elias's broadsword but by holding it backwards along his arm using it to block, deflect and flick away the king's sword his quicker blade letting him move it as and where needed. Elias was getting annoyed that whether he slashed, hacked, chopped, stabbed, or even tried to dragcut with his blade Ne'ebo prevent him from landing even a single touch. "Stop dancing you big monster!!" Ne'ebo laughed at Elias' annoyance and obliged by standing still and taking a powerful swing full fore stopping it cold then gripping Elias' hands twisting around disarming him layign both baldes on the king's neck. "i win."

"You saucy bastard. You can't let your king win?"
"Nope."
"What about your future father-in0law?"
"Not a chance."
"You little shit."
"I'm many things Your Grace but I am neither little nor a shit."
Elias began to roar with laughter and the two left the yard together.

After losing two games Elias decided to go to bed claiming a headache and Ne'ebo went off to his own room to wash then off to bed himself, after checking the room, dreaming happily. He woke and dressed and went down to the lists and just as he was passing by a tent it exploded into flames. It was not close enough to do him or Mayonaka damage but someone was inside but Ne'ebo could do nothing as their screams faded before he could even take a step toward the tent.

He was helping clean up the squire's body when he was called to his first match. Everyone claimed it had been an accident but he knew for a fact it had been an arson murder. He let Elias and Aaron know but could do nothing else and got to his matches which went the same as usual. Twenty flawless effortless victories.
 
Fenice awoke refreshed in her bed. The pups having left her to sleep and playing on the floor quietly. Mathilde’s worried face appeared over her own and she smiled up at her. “I am fine Mathilde; there is no need to worry for me as you do.” She smiled and slid from her bed to wash up.

“Milady, it is not for you I worry this morning… there was a fire…”

Fenice heard no more. Grabbing her robes she ran from the room throwing her shoes on as she ran. Mathilde shouted after her but she hears not a thing as her mind filled with the worst of things. Covered in a thin gown, two robes and riding boots Fenice appeared. Blue eyes wild and hair a tangled mess, her eyes only needed to see him before she was able to calm. She’d passed the scene; the archbishop tried stopping her as he prayed over the site and body. Tears clung to her long dark lashes as she ran from even him.

Elias moved to her side before she could make it to the dais. “My dear, he is fine. He is the one to discover the fire…”

He was interrupted by a rushing, red faced Mathilde. “Your majesty…” she spat out breathlessly, “I tried to stop her… to explain… but off she went…”

While the duo spoke about her as though she wasn’t there she ran off to Ne’ebo’s side. He was between matches and Mayonaka nickered in greeting. Sliding into his arms she whimpered. No words were needed and she stayed by his side until his next match. Mathilde drug her off to Ne’ebo’s tent where she dressed and refreshed her princess. Having a squire secure a blanket and some warming stones the area was set up and Fenice remained at his side.

When they spoke it was quiet and calming, Fenice clung to her knight. Though this wasn’t a direct hit to either she knew it was a warning, a look what I can do. To torture her was one thing and her people another. Before everyone left, once the matches were over Fenice stepped into the ring. Her countenance was solemn, as was her expression. Elias hadn’t a clue what his daughter was going to say.

“As we are all aware, the actions that took place early this morning are certainly a tragedy. Someone is trying to hinder this kingdom, to riddle us with fear and to take our freedom from us. What this enemy doesn’t know is that the people of Camelot are strong and fearless. What they give to us we take in stride and allow it to grow us in wisdom. I know not what these enemies’ motives are, or why they strike us at this time. I can only ask my people to be safe, keep strong, stand up for the throne and fight back with me.” She glanced up to her father and then down to Ne’ebo, “With us. My people are wise, strong and shall not allow this enemy to deter us from our goal of becoming a great kingdom.” The people roared to life, Fenice hoped to scare the enemy and maybe make them think twice before striking. She smiled down at Ne’ebo, “I serve the people of Camelot. Whom do you serve?”

“Elias,” roared the crowd before they began screaming and chanting, “I serve!”

Elias approached the ring, his arm lifted as he chanted with the crowd. He hadn’t expected her to be so wise at her age. Whether she knew it or not, she was ready to rule. But he planned on honoring the request and maintaining the crown. Elias led her to the pavilion while Ne’ebo cleaned up and readied himself for dinner. “I am proud of you.” These words he whispered into her ear as she slid into her seat. His face glowed as a proud father’s should.
 
Ne'ebo held his woman then listened to her speak with a smile. He had never heard a more gifted natural speaker and leader. He won the crowd with his deeds. He was a hero they could dream of being but secretly they feared him. Fenice they loved and adored for her kindness, strength, and wisdom. Ne'ebo knew this and accepted it. Such was always the fate of the powerful. Fenice had escaped this fate actually because of the lords and their wickedness. Their presence had forced Fenice out into the public as well as Elias letting the people see their true humanity making them the rarest of heroes and leaders. Beloved and trusted.

He raised his own fist in support during her speech smiling at her then went to wash as the royals went off to dinner. First he gave Mayonaka a bath and a good rubdown then made the horse get some rest ignoring the horse's annoyance as he went off to wash himself. He washed carefully removing soot and blood his last few matches having been boxing and wrestling matches and getting rather bloody as his opponents had gotten mad and a few had had brass knuckles or other hidden enhancing apparatus which he had confiscated without allowing the judges to see as well as several more tipped lances, masked weapons, and other weapons of all sorts. The collection already filled two barrels and he was sure there would be more as each man had admitted to Ne'ebo that Bruce had supplied them. Once clean and sure everyone had left the lists he went to dinner in fresh robes his swords in place.

He considered his plans and smiled as he walked along rather slowly. His seemingly superhuman status needed to be humanized. And he had an idea as to how. He went to his destinations quickly then resumed his journey towards the dinner.

He smiled once he saw Fenice and bowed to her and Elias. "My Royal Highnesses I beg your forgiveness for my tardiness but i had to collect my guests." The crowd behind him swarmed to the food. It was the poor, homeless, the orphans, or simply the needy. he helped a pair of elderly women to a seat beside him and helped them sit and served them himself. He knew this public gesture would draw fire which was why he had also paid the orphanages shelters and even the churches quite a bit each to help take care of these people though he demanded the donations remain anonymous.

He sat back beside Fenice and smiled at her. "Hello my love. You look lovely. I-" Bruce's voice cut through it all. "You know you have the best pair of breasts since ADELAIDE THISMAL." Ne'ebo eyes closed then opened still on Fenice's. He had remained silent but it took immense restraint on his part to do so. His eyes were full of cold calculating rage and blood lust but legally he could do nothing. Bruce never outright insulted or insinuating anything.

"You know the Fenice girl is quite vocal.... Ne'ebo's skin is unique you know?.... Elias seems to be handling his aging well..." And other such seeming compliments were his method and for the first time he was saying them so Fenice could hear them and in this way explain what held Ne'ebo in check. He could not tell her how very much he wanted to wring Bruce's neck but until the point he actually said something Ne'ebo could take offense to or he could actually catch Bruce in the process of handing out the dirty weapons Ne'ebo could do nothing.

He looked at Fenice and sighed. "Im sorry my love..."
 
Her eyes fell to Ne’ebo as he crossed before them; his actions catching her so off guard. Her eyes moved over his guests, dirty and weak. Softening he gaze she smiled at him. “Please it is of no bother.” She moved from her place of honor and helped families fill their plates. The left overs had always been given to Camelot’s poor. Now with so much money they had lowered taxes and had just started giving to maintain the orphanages and hospitals. These were things that had fallen to the wayside in previous years because of the lords. Elias himself had visited and sat with the elderly and sick, he felt it was his duty, much of the same he’d ingrained in his daughter.

Moving back to the table, assured that everyone was getting their fill she wondered what more they could do. Turning when he joined her she smiled widely just for him. Her hand was in mid-air getting ready to stroke his face when the voice, smooth as silk hit her ears. “And you sir have this biggest mouth since she as well. I’d thank you kindly never to speak that name again. The woman was banished and failed to follow orders. God rest her soul but spare us from her demons...” She crossed herself and glared up at the male.

This one rubbed her the wrong way, not that he’d ever laid a hand on her. For if he had surely Ne’ebo would have broken it. The thought brought a smile to her lips. She saw the annoyance on Ne’ebo’s face and shrugged. He showed restraint whereas Bruce showed only disdain and sarcasm. For the most part she ignored him, her hand finished its journey and stroked over Ne’ebo’s face. Turning to glare up at the man she furrowed his brow, “I’m sorry were you still talking, I do believe you were dismissed the first time.”

Elias choked back a laugh, Fenice stared up at him with bored eyes “Sir Bruce I am quite vocal when it comes to what I believe in. Right now I am very vocal when it comes to Lord Ne’ebo and my people. Such as anything else you might be referring to s out of line. Ne’ebo’s skin is rather unique and I fancy the deep richness of it against my own paleness. My father is not aging at all, he is in fact getting younger as we speak and if tasked could knock you down a peg or two. However if you’d allow me I’d take you myself. NOW… if you please take your leave Sir Bruce, there is others behind you and you are simply holding up the line.”

She gave him a curt nod, “Godspeed.” She didn’t care if she came across as rude, several men were more pleasant than he to speak with and they came across as men of a more reputable source than he. One being a blonde eyed gent that was quietly watching from the corner. Fenice thought him shy, he could have been there for her heart but she hadn’t a clue. Giving him a brief smile she turned her eyes back to Ne’ebo. “My love you have nothing to be sorry for… save if you do not crush him like a bug the next time you meet in the ring.” She kissed his cheek tenderly, “if not for me than for England.”
 
"Darling I promise I will grind him to dust." He kissed her wrist. "You handled that quite well." He started eating his eyes traveling over to the blonde man who was watching them so closely. His eyes eyes narrowed at the man who he did not know. He gestured to Aaron. "Who is that man?" Aaron sighed. "Maxmillian my lord."

Ne'ebo looked up at Aaron. "You have to be kidding."
"Nope."
"Shit."
"Exactly. He's already claiming he will be your first loss. He's doing well. only one loss himself."

Ne'ebo rolled his eyes sighing. "I hate supposedly noble vengeance seekers."
Aaron nodded. "As do I my lord. But you face him first in the morning." "Oh joy."
"What are you worried?"
"No. But he'll likely cheat too. And make some big long speech. He'll need to reclaim his lord's honor as he was killed by my woman instead of me blah blah blah. Bloody knights and their drama."

He noted Aaron's smirk. "Shut up. You know what I mean." Aaron smiled and looked at his daughter who was playing hide and seek with the other children and the four pups. He suddenly boomed. "XAR!!!" and the pup froze her paw raised her face, covered in food grease held in a falsely innocent face. Ne'ebo's eyes narrowed and he snapped pointing at his feet and all four pups came over to their father head's lowered. They were filthy but Xar had been the first caught. Ne'ebo scooped all four up and walked up to Fenice's room with Mathilde and gave all four bathes chewing them out the entire time.

When Fenice came in all for were squeaky clean and laying in bed on Ne'ebo's chest licking his face as he petted them. Ne'ebo smiled on seeing her and grunted the dogs hoping off him as he stood. "You four behave for mommy." they barked laying down as he walked to Fenice and smiled. "And you sleep well my love." He cupped her face and kissed her deeply then went off to bed himself.
 
A shiver went through her body as his lips pressed to the pulse point. Drawing her teeth over the plump lower lip she fought not to kiss him hard there in front of all. “Excuse me…” she whispered and took leave of the table. She moved through the crowd and situated herself at a table with some of the poorest in her land. She had dropped off clothing to them a few weeks before. Most were single mothers, their men having been visiting or married, leaving them alone and without.

She had spoken with Mathilde about a home for women like this, she wanted a maternal figure to stand in and run the place. Siobhan was whom she had in mind to approach, one of the lords old homes would come in handy for this project and the closest one was Winter’s it was also the largest. She glanced to Ne’ebo as the women asked about him. Smiling she spoke, “He is the kindest man I have ever known and I love him deeply.” The group was giggling and talking about their children. Elias joined them and offered them rooms and protection, hating to toss them out on their ears. Especially with the way Fenice eyed him.

He decided to open his home to them, the first floor contained the servant’s quarters and the third was for the royal family and their royal guests. The second floor was opened, guards were reinforced since this was a risky move with the recent attacks but it made him feel good. “We can’t always live in fear.” Fenice hugged him and thought of the changes needed to make the homeless shelter. She didn’t know of Ne’ebo’s involvement with the church and orphanage. It would be someplace she could go and take her mind off her own problems.

The booming voice of Ne’ebo made her jump as well as everyone else. The minstrels stopped and the entire pavilion went silent. Fenice was the first to laugh, how could he be mad ad that face… she watched him cart their children away followed closely by a head shaking Mathilde. Fenice knew to wait a while before going up to her room, letting him cool down a bit. She worked with the servants to make up rooms for the families in need. Providing bedrolls is needed or dragging in mattresses from other rooms. She filled tubs with water and helped clothe all the newly washed children and mothers. Hunting through the dusty attic or getting help from Trala and her mother with old clothes from them.

Soaking wet and worn out Fenice came into her room. Seeing Ne’ebo stretched out on her bed she sighed and smiled widely. Sadly, he stood and ruined the fantasy playing in her head, the one where he was free to hold her all night long. She pouted, only slightly, as he closed the gap between them. Allowing herself to melt against him she whimpered softly as his lips found hers. Her arms lifted and they circled his neck willing his lips to forever be pressed to hers, or at least for a moment longer. “I will try… I love you.” She stepped back watching him go before stripping off the wet dirty dress and stepping into the clean water saved for her. She fell into bed less than an hour later and was sound asleep.

Mathilde smiled down at her, “Nothing like a hard day of work to wear her out.” She blew out the candles and sat by the fire to knit a few before retiring herself. Pek following to get his own night’s sleep in Mathilde’s bed.
 
After his parents were asleep Nis slipped out of bed and went out to patrol the castle. Nis was the slight elder and the largest fighting the most like his fathers the vicious predator that haunted the Siberian wastes, and Ne'ebo. He had not yet killed though.

As he wandered the halls of the castle silent as the night about him though the moonlight did illuminate him well, he smelled something he did not like. Huskies, unlike their wolf ancestors, do bark, but Nis had developed like his fathers. He never made any sound except a snarl or growl and only his parents knew his soft growl of contentment and love which he gave only to them. His distant cousin Xar was much more the dog barking and more playful, much like Pek, Etua proving to be more wolf like. But only Nis patrolled the castle preferring the isolation.

He found himself outside his grandfather's quarters. Nis and Elias were very good friends and the snowy creature took extra care to check on the older man who smelled so like his mom. Nis began to growl. Someone was trying to get into Elias' room. Nis snarled and the person turned a knife in their hand. Nis barked for the first time in his life then rushed in.

Ne'ebo was up and out of his room the moment he heard the bark only having time to grab his sword and dressed only in leggings as he ran toward the noise. He arrived to find Nis tearing a man's throat out. "Nis!" the dog backed down immediately covered in blood not moving as Ne'ebo checked on the canine then rubbed his ears. "Good boy. you took good care of Grandpa. And you barked. Well done." Nis licked his chops and gagged hacking up some blood not having swallowed any meat as he was not allowed without express permission.

Elias came out and had the mess cleaned up after thanking Nis with a ear rub and a growled. "Good boy. Saved my old hide." He went back to bed as the mess was cleared and Ne'ebo sighed. "Come on you need another bath. Your mother is going to kill me."

He took Nis to his room and gave him another bath then went back to bed with Nis laying on his chest both drifting off quickly. Nis dreamed of a day of playing with Ne'ebo in the training yard. he was not affected at all by the killing. Something had been threatening his family and he had protected them and daddy had said he had done well. He was rather pleased with himself.

Ne'ebo woke early and nudged Nis awake. "Come on snowbrain. Let's go. And if you tell your mother you were out of bed without permission you are on your own." Nis sniffed and followed Ne'ebo and took his place laying in Ne'ebo's tent as they waited for the first match as Maxmillian was not yet arrived.
 
Fenice was none the wiser, she woke thinking Nis had gone with Mathilde. However when Mathilde arrived with only Pek she sent a page out to look for him. Hearing he was with Ne’ebo gave her no cause for worry, though the story behind it did. After dressing she rushed to breakfast, the three other children following closely on her heels. One look at her father and she’d have never know anything at all had happened. After assuring her that he was fine he sent her off to find Ne’ebo.

Not willing to go to him just yet the princess went for a walk, the three pups walked with her along the path to the stables. She hadn’t seen Gala since the ceremony; the stable hands had been keeping a close eye on her and Mayonaka. Knowing the wishes of the duo was to consummate their friendship and perhaps give their owners a few fine horses in the process. A smile flitted across her lips as she remembered Ne’ebo’s words. The horse nickered at her owner and came running as they approached the open pasture. Seeing as she was alone Fenice climbed the fence and let the dogs run free for a bit while she pet the animal.

Gala stamped her foot and tossed her head back, as though speaking to her. Fenice blinked, she recognized the frustration and laughed, “I know exactly what you are feeling, he isn’t around and well… you really do need him.” She gently stroked the muzzle of the beautiful creature. “I’ll see what I can do.” She fed the apple to the horse as the pups ran around the field playing. Keeping an eye on the sun she started toward Ne’ebo’s tent, wanting to collect Nis and speak to him. Giving a shrill whistle the pups came running, Gala reared as Fenice left. “I said I’d see what I can do,” She spoke to the horse with a laugh in her words.

Dragging her fingers over the outside of his tent she patted it gently, the three other pups rushing in to greet their long lost brother. Though she may have been alone she wasn’t. Four guards were in her presence at all times and as she moved from the stable Mathilde joined her. “Ne’ebo?” Her arms moved the flaps out of the way, “Where is Mayonaka?” Fenice laughed, “Sorry, Gala is ready and needed me to pass on the word… we could be grandparents… er, well… you know what I mean.” She giggled and moved to her knees in front of Nis. “I hear someone had an eventful night.” He kept his head down but wagged his tail. She wasn’t at all mad, the dogs were a good thing and even better than the guards.

She kissed the pups head and stood, her eyes danced with merriment, “Can we turn Mayonaka out to pasture with Gala tonight?” She was near to dancing as she waited for his response; it wasn’t as though she was asking him to turn out to pasture… though if he was she was open to graze a bit. Her cheeks tinted at the thought before returning to her normal color.
 
At the question Mayonaka whinnied loudly. Ne'ebo arched an eyebrow. "I was going to say yes anyway but no I don't really have a choice. He'd just break out to get to her. After my last joust i'll take him over myself."

He smiled down at the trio who had come to greet him while Fenice spoke to Nis. "Well hello kids. How'd you sleep?" He hugged and kissed all three happily rubbing their ears and smiling as they licked his face. "You four better be good for your mother today. You hear me?" They all barked their big fluffy tails wagging and he smiled kissing them again, including Nis, then wiped his lips and cupped Fenice's face. "You be good too my love. No killing anyone." He winked and kissed her deeply then went to the tent opening and mounted Mayonaka. He blew them all a kiss and went off to Maxmillian.

Maxmillian had not been proclaiming his ideas since the day Ne'ebo had threatened him but he did have his own ideas. He had refused Bruce's weapons as he had his own wickedness plotted.

As Ne'ebo rode out Maxmillian readied his lance. Most dirty lances were simply tipped in the last few inches of the point. This one had been specially treated and hollowed out a full two feet for the point which was a razor sharp spearhead hidden under the spun sugar lance point. But this was not his only plan as he had noticed how easily Ne'ebo had overcome the other tipped lances.

Ne'ebo and Maxmillian came at each other with great random, Ne'ebo surprising everyone by dropping his own lance, then yanking Maxmillian's out of his hands and hurling it to the ground then reaching out and punching Maxmillian across the jaw knocking for his horse and riding back to Maxmillian's lance. He slid from the saddle and stomped on the head revealing the spear tip. He was instantly declared the winner but Maxmillian claimed ignorance and thus suffered no penalties as Ne'ebo did not press the matter now having his own plans.

Maxmillian wanted to wrestle Ne'ebo and shed his armor quickly exposing his thick powerful muscles. Ne'ebo shed his own armor sensing the danger he was in but let it go.

The match began as everyone expected. Maxmillian rushed and Ne'ebo dodged though he did so by bending his body back so hard and far everyone was sure he was going to snap. He continue his backward motion as a dart landed just where his heart had been over a moment before. He made a signal and rushed Maxmillian clamping him in a holding submission with Maxmillian blocking him from the would be attackers. "I saw them Max." As he spoke Aaron and his guards pitched the attackers from their perches or yanked them from their selected points. Once sure that they were all gone he called out. "The match continues!" and released Max pulling the dart and tossing it to a judge letting the match resume.

Maxmillian was furious. He rushed Ne'ebo again but this time Ne'ebo was not in a kind mood. He had noticed that several of the would be assassins had been pointed at Fenice and Elias and that really pissed him off. He caught Max and yanked his body up and over slamming him to the ground. He sprang to his feet and reached down yanking Max to his feet by his hair. "Be glad you didn't touch her. But you still threatened her." He released Max and stepped back gripping his fists so hard the knuckles popped.

Everyone here had either been present or had heard about Ne'ebo's battle with Jarn. But while he had been angry then Ne'ebo had not been in a true fury. Jarn had not been a direct threat to Fenice. But Max had put people in place to kill her. Ne'ebo was visibly shaking with rage but his eyes held a cold calculation that frightened even Max. "Now look we-" "Shut it you spineless filth. You have insulted her. You have plotted against her. And now you have threatened her. No one threatens Fenice. No one." MAx looked around then suddenly grabbed a guard and yanked out his sword and rushed Ne'ebo. The act ended his knighthood and honor forever but it did not matter.

Ne'ebo caught his hands and twisted them shattering Max's wrist so viciously that the bones stuck out and the sword fell point first into the ground where Ne'ebo drove it further by slamming Max's face onto the pommel. Max was already beginning to crumble but Ne'ebo gripped his hair and slapped his face repeatedly. "Wake up you slime." Then he pulled the man around by the hair to face Bruce twisting his hair so Max's back bowed and with a single raised leg and one sure kick he snapped max's spine just above the waist then he broke max's neck and stepped over the body to go back to his tent waiting for his next match.

*&*

Bruce and the High Priest stared at the dead body as it was dragged away in shock. They were on opposite sides of the pavilion and they did not look at each other. Ne'ebo had manhandled Maxmillian with ease. Max was an exceptional fighter and knight..or had been..he had been the only knight even close to Ne'ebo in the loss column... Bruce knew he would have to up his plans but deep within he knew he would have to act quickly and carefully and would also have to avoid attacking Elias or Fenice. He may have wanted vengeance but he wanted to live more.

The High Priest was not so concerned with his life but he also wanted to live and for the first time in his life he was frightened. He had killed but he had been trained to it. Ne'ebo moved with a surety and quickness born of natural skill and ability. The High Priest had heard of men born to kill but he had never met one. Until Ne'ebo.

*&*

Ne'ebo sat in his tent cleaning up. He felt no remorse or regret nor would he ever. He mourned the death only of the worthy. Maxmillian had ceased to have that honor. Ne'ebo called one of the pages and had him take a message to Elias.

The message was : "Your Grace we must continue the tournament. no one needs know anything more than I defended myself. i am ready to continue with my matches at your word."
 
The idea of Mayonaka and Gala being together made her smile as she thought of a colt. She watched him wipe his lips and knew it would be her turn, giving him a giggle as a response she pressed herself into him tightly. This was the only place she ever wanted to be; when they parted she sighed and watched him go. “Soon I won’t have to stop kissing him Mathilde… soon.” She clipped the leads to each of the pups and began the trek to the dais.

“Yes milady but remember you will need to eat, sleep, bathe and breathe as well. “ Mathilde said at her side. “And at the rate you two will go pop out a million babies in the meantime.” She snickered and moved away as Fenice swatted at her.

“Oh you, if they didn’t like you so much I’d sic them after you.” She maintained her smile as she climbed to her throne and sat. Elias was already there as were Ywen and Trala. The pups ran to Trala and even allowed Ywen to pet them. Her eyes moved from them to the field as Ne’ebo tossed his lance down. She rose to her feet in shock as he yanked the lance from Max and threw a punch. Fenice wasn’t sure why he’d have gone after this man who had done nothing and most of all said nothing.

Deep down Fenice knew he had a good reason. The fake lance was not a coincidence; narrowing her eyes she turned her head to her father. Fenice had a bad feeling enough that she wished to beg him not to wrestle the man. Something was off; even the pups went to growling. Her eyes attempted to lock on his and shake her head no. Her eyes never even saw the Max’s thick muscles, only lingering on Ne’ebo’s. She wasn’t hit with the powerful lust like every time before, only a sense of dread.

The maneuvering of Ne’ebo was odd, even for him. She didn’t see the dart but saw the anger. She wasn’t close enough to hear the words but the crowd heard and spread the conversation. The fight that ensued had everyone to their feet. Max fought for is life against the raging Ne’ebo. Elias busied Fenice with Trala forcing her to walk the child from the dais as the man’s wrists were shattered. Elias hurried her on, Fenice smiled and acted as though nothing was wrong. Trala, Ywen, Mathilde, Fenice and the pups went to help in the kitchen. Perhaps there were potatoes they could peel or dough to knead.

Soon the women were working, the napping pups being watched by the guards. A page informed the staff of the action in the field and Fenice was glad she’d gotten Trala out of there when she did. The busy work of peeling and chopping occupied the active child. When the page gave the all clear she asked if they were ready to watch the fight, Trala wasn’t so they stayed a while longer. Working side by side with the cooks and servants to prepare the evening meal.

Elias received the message and called out, “These games are for the hand of my daughter, the future queen of Britain. Anyone found to be cheating will forfeit the right to compete no matter how great or small. If I need to declare it a battle of hands and intelligence only I will deem it so. Fight fair, fight true.” He didn’t know of all the other weapons that Ne’ebo had confiscated, only the few and far between isolated incidents. He nodded to his future son in law, who had been summoned. The nod was for him to continue on and that he agreed the tournament must go on.

Fenice left the kitchen, Trala stayed with Ywen and a few of the guardsmen. The pups and Mathilde returned to the dais. She had spent enough time indoors and this was HER tournament. She watched as Ne’ebo stood to face his next opponent. She caught his eyes and smiled brilliantly just for him. Everything would be fine, but lord help her the waiting was taking its toll on her. Each look caused her temperature to spike and her heart to race. The brief goodnight kisses at night were not enough and she feared what would happen if they tarried. She slid into her seat the pups happily greeting Elias as it all continued.

The fighting was over soon enough and the crowd began to disperse for dinner. She Allowed Ne’ebo to help her off the dais and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Go wash up… I will wait and we can take Mayonaka to her.” She watched him go and informed Elias of the upcoming events. “Think of the amazing colt that will come of the union. A strong and smart horse.”

Elias laughed, “Strong-willed, just like BOTH of their owners.” He patted his stomach and left her with the pups. Mathilde had gone to serve; she had horrible allergies and stayed as far from the stables as possible.

Fenice knelt and pet the impatient pups, releasing them from their leads as the crowds thinned. They circled her, warding off any would-be suitors. All having seen what they’d done to Thismal. She returned smiles but never gave one like the one that graced her lips in Ne’ebo’s presence. Like the one that appeared when she saw him approaching then. Smiling up at him she wound her arm through his and allowed him to guide the way. She sighed contentedly. “You make me happy.”
 
Ne'ebo matches for the rest of the day went without a single incident. Not one of his opponents had a dirty weapon taking the warning serious. Both Elias's and Ne'ebo's silent one. It all ended and he smirked as he found his way to Fenice with Mayonaka.

"Of course my dear. I do apologize for earlier though." He lead them to the pasture smirking at Gala's clear signs of excitement. 'Now you be nice to her young equine. She is a lady. And you don't let anyone near either of you. Also get some rest. we have more work tomorrow." he swatted the huge stallion's rump sending him into the pasture shutting the gate.

The horses sniffed each other, nickered, then ran off into the forest. "we'll be grandparents before we reach the castle. Oi!" The pups froze in the process of sneaking under the pasture fence. "You are not going to follow them furballs. You are coming to dinner with your mother and I."

He lead her to the dinner pavilion and helped her sit the pups now in their own larger chair so they could eat from the table. Ne'ebo was not thrilled with the idea but at the same time it let him keep an eye on the quartet and let him control what they ate as all four had mistakenly eaten boned chicken and all four had choked forcing him to yank the bones out of their throats so now he refused to let them have boned foods and no bird bones as they would crack and hurt the pups.

He ate quietly the conversation of course on his execution of Max. He made no apologies and had no need to as Max had no family to take care of. He did get annoyed with the looks he was given though and kissed Fenice. "I am going to bed my love. Sleep well." He kissed her again and went off to bed for once without incident.
 
Gala nickered in greeting, bouncing around. Fenice watched as they sniffed each other. Her nose brushing against Ne’ebo’s arm, he smelled of wild things and the jungle. Gala rubbed her body along Mayonaka before giving off a different sound and running off with the male. Fenice bit her lip watching them. She turned her head to smile up at him, “Yeah.” She wasn’t jealous of the horses, only excited for the prospects. “I hope he is gentle with her as promised…”

Her eyes landed on the pups and she laughed, “It’s because I let them run in the field free this morning. They like freedom to roam, much like their father.” She stopped him for a few soft kisses along the way, taking advantage of the –mostly- solitude. All smiles at the pavilion as she settled their furry babies in seats. Mathilde came up with the idea, though Fenice felt it was foolish but she knew it would make everything ten times easier on them.

Ignoring the conversation she watched Ne’ebo curiously. His kiss and abrupt departure left her empty. Chewing her lip she watched him go, her eyes falling on her father. His slight nod was all it took and she was off, followed and subsequently passed up by the pups that raced with her to catch him. They smashed their heads against the door and scratched at it waiting for her to come along and open it for them. Ducking into the room after him, certain he heard them clamoring after him she smiled.

His room was dark but still she saw him lying there in the darkness, a small fire on the hearth. “Why are you on the floor?” She asked tilting her head and crossing the room, she didn’t expect an answer and figured the chair for her was his floor. Kneeling at his side she caressed his face gently before letting her lips press lightly to his. The moment was short lived as a huffing and red-faced Mathilde came bursting in. Laughing Fenice stood and guided her to a chair nearest the fire. “Were you expecting us to be… doing something besides talking?” She teased her maid quietly.

She settled her maid and moved back to his sides, the pups having covered his face in kisses and settled against him or on his bed watching. “You had me worried, father allowed me to come.” Clear blue eyes met his green. “Talk to me my love… tell me what is on your mind. So many things have happened and more will happen still. I know the stress of waiting for you to be mine is killing me. I’m jealous of my best friend for being married and with child before me. But the truth is they didn’t wait and were forced into marriage, yes it works for them-being in love as they are- but it still hurts me.”

Fenice sat next to him, her head on his chest and Etua’s head in her lap. “I’m afraid to confess how strongly I need you. Our horses have me jealous to… if you must know. Not only that but I am doing everything in my power to keep busy. I’m working on an idea for a homeless shelter. I’ve given most of my clothes away and I have our room ready. The large bed has me wanting to pull you there daily for a test run…” She growled softly and looked up at Mathilde, “But I know we can’t and it isn’t because Mathilde or anyone is watching…” She returned her gaze to him, “We both want it to be more than a meeting of bodies in a heated moment. I want it to be the start of our life together, a special moment with my husband, a moment that I won’t regret the next for fear of being found out.”
 
Ne'ebo did not look up. He had been meditating. His training would not allow the approach to go unheard though and the pups insistence on coming into the room had only assured him of who was at his door. He did not move until Fenice was sitting before him and then only to kiss her in return while the pups clambered over both of their laps. Nis chose his while Etua took Fenice's and Xar and Pek took their place on their father and mother's knees.

"Hello Mathilde. You can take the bed. I sleep on the floor." He did not look at the maid and when she started to argue he growled. "Mathilde that was not a request. Please lock the door and get some rest." Mathilde locked the door before Fenice sat her down. He smiled as Fenice came back to him and kissed her again listening to her closely.

"I want to be with you in that big bed. Making love. Married and happy. With these four furballs around us and our our own human baby on the way. But I will not endanger your honor. Like you not because of Mathilde or- i saw that...Nis." Nis stood and went to Mathilde and gripped her sleeve and tugged her out of the chair and to the bed. She had been yawning. She had been overworking herself. The pups bullied and pushed her into bed and tucked her in then rejoined their parents letting Mathilde lay there and watch. The bed was incredibly comfortable but Ne'ebo had not slept in it once. in fact he had only slept in actual beds when he slept with Fenice.

He reached up stroking her neck as he rested his cheek on her head sighing. "I'm also pissed at these bastards who keep threatening your life. And the little snots who talk about you in manners I dislike. Especially Bruce." He snarled the name with hate. "He's pushing me but he's not stupid enough to give me an excuse...bastard." He sighed. "Sorry my love."

He chuckled. "I've noticed you about to throttle Ywen. But I promise you darling. I will this tournament and I will marry you and we will have as many children as you want." he raised his head and lifted hers to kiss her deeply then sighed his eyes glowing. "Soon my love." He turned head smirking at the pups who were either dozing or yawning. "Alright brats. Pillows and blankets."

All four jumped up and dragged his pallet some pillows and a blanket over. He lay on the pallet pulling Fenice onto his chest as the pups removed her shoes then tucked their parents in laying atop them both. Ne'ebo smiled stroking her hair and drifted off into sleep surrounded by his family.
 
His words caused her heart to flutter, as well as other parts of her. Fenice drew her lip into her mouth and nibbled at it as he spoke, fighting back a smile. She knew her own feelings but was blind to his struggles of the same. When she felt all alone he’d been feeling the same, remaining strong –more than likely- for her sanity. Her head lifted as Nis tugged Mathilde to the bed, she laughed. They had talents even she didn’t realize.

Full lips parted, breath coming in a shallow puff as he caressed her neck. Desire, strong and swift swept through her at the action. The mention of the way the men spoke of her caused her brows to knit. She had no idea things were being said still. Curious blue eyes flitted over his face as he spoke, “It if fine.”

Blushing deeply she let out a small huff of laughter. Her friend was a challenge, but his words made her smile wider. She couldn’t wait for him to win the tournament, for him to drag her into that bed, to cry out his name in the heat of the moment and to conceive his children. “500,” She whispered against his lips. Her body heating as they kissed. Her hands smoothing over his face, down his neck and back into his hair as she whimpered softly. Her eyes met his, the same glow of want reflected in them.

“Yes, soon.” She’d whispered softly before moving with him. Holding up her hand she stopped him and removed the dress, her camisole and pantaloons providing enough coverage. She didn’t meet his eyes; it wasn’t for him but for her comfort in sleeping. The pups had her shoes off and soon she was upon his chest and sound asleep.

Knowing he wanted her as desperately as she wanted him made the time passing easier. Shared looks and soft touches fueled the flames of their love but not enough to scorch them. Fenice blinked and it seemed the week had gone by; it was a good thing though since it brought her one week closer to Ne’ebo’s side.

Each day she dressed before the sun was up and headed to the former lord Winter’s home. Mason’s, smiths and other tradesmen worked at making the house livable. Siobhan and Boris’ eldest daughter, Noelle came on board and adored the idea of running it. Their hope was to eventually get the woman stabilized as the economy in Camelot rose. They made it like an inn, combining rooms to create bedroom chambers. There was a shared living space, the women would cook their own meals together, wash clothes and share the wash rooms. Fenice had curtains made and furniture brought down from the castle’s storage. Trunks were built and the woman even helped by making sheets and blankets and mending clothes.

Standing, in where she imagined the garden would be, she watched the sunrise at Ne’ebo’s side. “This place, this idea… it’s coming to fruition. I can’t imagine a more perfect spot.” Her voice was quiet. Her fingers were tangled in Gala’s lead, having hopped from her back, stopping on her way in. Her lips met his tenderly, “Good morning my love.” They parted ways each going about their tasks before the tournament after lunch. The pups helped out, patrolling the home as everyone worked. They were growing like weeds and Fenice had given up her bed completely to them, sure they had their own pillows but they each found them inadequate when compared to the bed. Moving through the place she saw it all coming together and was excited for the changes for her people.

Watching the matches each day was a task, but she busied herself with her thoughts. A final touch on the wedding, her dress was completed and hanging in Mathilde’s room. No chance of Ne’ebo seeing it there. The Archbishop had returned and brought with him gifts. A new book of poetry, something she read between Ne’ebo’s matches. Then there was the matter of Trala’s baby sister, Natalya. She was a beautiful thing. Her birth made Fenice throw herself into even more at the house. Even just holding the small child she cried, it was happy but the sorrow was felt deep within. Aaron took off a day or two and Trala was so excited to be a big sister. It was all she talked about; Fenice smiled on the outside but was glad when the fights captured her attention.

Like now, Trala prattled on and on about her sister. Fenice zoned out until Ne’ebo and Mayonaka approached. Giving him a wide grin she sat up a bit and watched. Sadly, his fights hadn’t been anything special. Secretly she longed for the day Bruce would slip up. She almost wished to cross his path just to give Ne’ebo a reason, but knew it would be foolish and could get her into a lot of trouble. She rose to her feet and clapped, praying the day would end soon and knowing another prayed the same prayer made her smile all the wider.
 
Ne'ebo's week was much more relaxed. He did not understand it but talking to Fenice had helped him quite a bit. He would have to do more of that....

He would often go to Winter's mansion between matches and any other time he was able to help. His strength and skill came in useful in the building and he had even prevented a number of accidents in the work area. He quite enjoyed the work as it broke the monotony of his waiting between matches and it let him be close to Fenice either physically or through her dream. Their nightly kisses were even sweeter than before and he had begun making whichever pups would come sleep with him so she could have some room in her own bed. He had been playing chess with Elias, the Archbishop, Aaron, Boris, Kay, William, Quentin, and several others, including teaching Trala to play while he babysat Natayla who adored him, and most of all relaxing into what he knew would be his life soon and wondering what his own daughter would look like.


He woke on the eight day after their conversation happy but unable to go work at the shelter because yesterday had been the final of the round robin set for the most part as only the knights with fewer than fifty losses would be going on. The knights were thrilled as the frequent losers were absolutely exhausted and wanted to be free of the stress of the battle. Still there were nearly a thousand knights remaining in the tournament, despite the deaths, severe injuries, and the few cheaters who had been caught and thrown out.

Today the knight with the fewest losses, himself, would be facing a number of other knights. They had decided to carry it on in a strange way. He would begin with with the two knights with the most losses, both tied at fifty, then the next two who were tied at forty, the next two at thirty, the next two at twenty, then the next at ten and his final opponent of the day that had only lost twice. To Ne'ebo. Bruce.

Bruce had been on extra special behavior not giving anyone an excuse to attack him, but had continued his polite and cruel remarks about Fenice and her family, and had begun being less and less polite about Ne'ebo bringing up his execution of Max every chance he could.

The first eighteen matches went simply perfectly and safely Ne'ebo resuming his tradition of helping his opponents up and congratulating them on their work. The numbers were adding up to quickly eliminate them but they had already realized that nothing short of death would stop Ne'ebo, only a few lunatics, like Bruce and the High Priest, who were still sure they could overcome Ne'ebo. The High Priest did not battle Ne'ebo today though he had faced him earlier only to lose. He was actually one only a handful that had only single digit losses.

*&*
Watching Ne'ebo's matches the High Priest decided it was time to implement their new plans. Bruce would have to best him or else the plan was all but doomed. He could still take the throne without Bruce but it would be much harder now. He was the only fighter still in the tournament and his people had refused or fled when he ordered them to kill Ne'ebo, Fenice, and Elias. The detah of his last assassin at the fangs of the dog had infuriated him and had frightened off the rest of his people so now he could only watch and hope as Bruce went out to face Ne'ebo. They had decided to resume the cheating this time using double redundancy to destroy Ne'ebo.

~$~

Bruce was still sure he could best Ne'ebo but best to have a backup plan. First he had a specially treated lance with a extra long tip like Maxmillian had used but he also had fastened his armor to his saddle and added extra straps to the tack to hold him on the horse. That was not to mention the poison on his gloves for when he boxed with Ne'ebo, and the heavy weights in the gloves that would break Ne'ebo's bones. He was going to kill Ne'ebo.

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Ne'ebo noticed the extra straps and the arrogance in Bruce's swagger and assumed the lance was dirty. He considered for a long moment then grinned and when the match began he rode out Mayonaka running at a furious pace bringing them closer together much soon than Bruce expected. Ne'ebo used this to punch his lance out at an angle knocking Bruce out of his saddle in a way he did not expected breaking his armor not harming the horse at all. Ne'ebo took the horse's reins and handed them to a page. When a knight was unhorsed his horse when to the victor thus Ne'ebo had won hundreds of horses and taken ownership of dozens more in this tournament. he looked down at Bruce from Mayonaka's back and smiled coldly. "It would seem the darkling has best the virtue of knighthood. Do you still want to box me?"

"Of course I do you-" "Uhuh. No name calling." Ne'ebo rode down to the ring and slipped down tying Mayonaka and stripped from his armor and began to stretch his body. It took Bruce an hour to get himself settled and ready for the match and though he swaggered down to the ring even his thick head and massive ego could not dispel the spark of fear that was beginning to form within him.

Ne'ebo was bouncing on his toes when Bruce entered the ring. he smirked at the man his eyes gleaming. He did not say anything nor make any sign but he could clearly smell the poison on the gloves and though Elias knew about the tipped lance, Ne'ebo having had it delivered to the king, neither man was not going to let Bruce escape his punishment.

The match began like so many others had. Bruce rushed Ne'ebo who dodged out of the way folding his arms. "So still think you will touch my Fenice?"
"Of course you black bastard. I will make her scream and beg for more."
"Bruce the only time a woman begs you for anything is for you to bathe."
"You fuck!!"
Bruce whirled and rushed Ne'ebo again. Ne'ebo danced out of the ay his arms still folded.
"Wow you smell foul and your mouth is foul. Shame. And you call yourself a knight."
"I AM MORE OF A KNIGHT THAT YOU EVER WILL BE!! AND I AM GOING TO FUCK YOUR BITCH PRINCESS SENSELESS YOU STUPID NI-"
Ne'ebo would not stand for anymore. He let loose with a single brutal uppercut that lifted Bruce off his feet and launched him up and over the ring bars unconscious. Ne'ebo then gave the nod and Elias revealed the dirty lance, and Ne'ebo the gloves. The crowd had drowned out even Bruce's most insane and frantic call.

Bruce was removed from the tournament and knighthood and Ne'ebo bowed to Elias and Fenice. "Forgive me my lord and lady. I must be absent from dinner tonight." He walked over and scooped Bruce up and waving Mayonaka away walked into the forest with Bruce not allowing anyone to accompany him.

*&*
The High Priest was furious but helpless. Bruce was going to implicate him but there was nothing he could do. he could not even withdraw as he could not afford to appear weak before his people. He went to his room and began planning what he would do next.

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Bruce woke unbound and still in his boxing clothing though without his gloves while Ne'ebo watched him leaning against a tree. "I want to know who your partner in all this is. And you will tell me."
"The hell-"
Ne'ebo moved quicker than anyone or anything Bruce had ever seen and a weapon he had never seen before had sliced off his left ear.
"Bruce you are not going to live through this. But if you tell me i might make it quick."

Bruce gazed up at Ne'ebo clutching his still painless bleeding wound. He had never been so badly hurt and Ne'ebo did it without remorse and with a speed and ease Bruce could not dream of matching.
"What are you?"
"I am a man in love."
Bruce sneered. "You are an African. What could you-"
Ne'ebo moved with the same impossible speed and Bruce's left pinky and ring finger were suddenly gone. This one hurt almost instantly and for the first time Bruce knew the pain and horror he had instilled in others as he shrieked.

Bruce talked. And talked. And talked. And then he talked some more. it was nearly midnight when he fell silent. Ne'ebo had cauterized his wounds with fire sealing them. He had drawn on hope from this thinking he would be allowed to live. "Are you going to let me live now?"
"Do you have anything else to tell me?"
"No..."
Ne'ebo smiled.
"Goodbye Bruce."
Bruce started to back away but Ne'ebo was on him instantly and yanked his legs from under him and with a snarl he spun about smashing the beast across a mammoth tree trunk his head and most of his torso exploding in a shower of blood. Ne'ebo then repeated the action with the rest of the remains leaving no sign of Bruce except a pool of blood and gore.

He washed himself carefully as the animals cleaned up after him, then went to his tent and put on fresh robes and went to Fenice's rooms. The conversation at dinner had been much more relaxed as no one had been surprised to see Ne'ebo escorting Bruce out and no one ahd heard the screams.

Ne'ebo went into the room and found Fenice kissing her deeply. "My love. I have avenged you. Bruce is no more."
 
Knowing he was going to be facing Bruce made her smile widen and gave it an almost evil curl. Her eyes moved to her father before moving to the edge of her seat. She knew this would be THE fight. Eyes locked on his she blatantly blew him a kiss, whether or not he saw she wasn’t certain but Bruce did and that was all that mattered. The moment that Bruce hit the ground Fenice was up on her feet cheering. Her hand slipped into Elias’ giving it a squeeze. This was an important fight, something that made her want to run across the field and kiss him until Bruce ran away crying or Ne’ebo killed him for attempting to join.

The anticipation was killing her waiting for the man to come out of his tent. Ne’ebo’s delivery of the lance was not at all surprising, Fenice had to be threatened not to go to his tent and kill him herself or at least throw him out of her tournament. She snarled with fury, Mathilde felt the same, even little Trala was in on it. Ywen was sitting in the stands with her husband, wanting a closer seat for the action of today’s fight, Fenice longed to join them so she could be closer to Ne’ebo.

Elias moved with her to ringside, the crowd eagerly clearing the way. Fenice’s eyes danced over him, her hand holding Trala’s. The pups were with the guards, both royals knew that this would be a moment when they would attack. Elias left the page on the dais, sitting and holding the concealed spear. Their taunts weren’t so loud until Bruce screamed out in anger. His words shocked even Fenice; he’d insulted her and Ne’ebo in the same breath. Blue eyes wide she clenched her hands into fists and imagined it was she that knocked him unconscious.

Elias summoned the page and stepped from the bench to the ring and revealed the lance. The crowd screamed out for vengeance. Fenice slipped out next to her father staring up at Ne’ebo. She wasn’t sure what would happen. He bowed to them from the ring and was gone. “Ne’ebo!” She called after him, but he didn’t turn back.

Taking dinner in her room she ate. The silence was welcome after the roar of the crowd, as tired as she was she forced her body to stay awake for him, Mathilde had saved him a plate even.

Mathilde ushered him in and she ran to him, the thin robe she wore over her nightgown clung to her freshly washed form. Long wet hair swung and wrapped about him, tangling around his fingers and arms. After his words she kissed him again, putting all of her into it. “I love you, thank you. Only a few more short days and we will be together.” She blushed and toyed with his hair.

“Are you hungry? I saved you a plate.” The maid spoke up motioning to the tray that sat on the table. Fenice pulled him over to it and slid a chair next to him. “She isn’t taking no for an answer it seems, we noticed you hadn’t ate all day.”

“Father and the archbishop will be joining us; he took the pups for a moment. They are getting clingy Etua and Xar barely want to leave me anymore, not that I mind...” The door burst open and in they ran, all greeting their father happily before settling at their feet and commenced begging for scraps.

Elias carried a chess board; he smiled at Ne’ebo and sat the thing up between himself and Fenice while Ne’ebo ate. The archbishop joined them and Mathilde locked the door and sat as well. “Is he gone my boy?” Elias asked, his eyes meeting his.
 
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