Several hundred years later, part 2 is finally here! I'm quite excited about writing in Ferian's pov. If you want to be tagged for future chapters, please let me know
With the man gone, I am left alone with Lobelia. Cuffed, burnt, cut, bruised all over, starving to the point of powerlessness. Completely at the mercy of a human. Even worse, Lobelia, my greatest enemy who now has complete power over me. She could torture me if she wanted to. It's certain she wants to. I have hurt her so many times, anyone would want revenge, even sweet, subservient Lobelia. And, of course, she isn't either of those things anymore. From what I 've stringed together, mostly from how people talk about her, she's a respected member of the council that replaced my father after the war. I can't help but be impressed, since humans struggle to get a place at court, much less become rulers.
"Ferian" she says, in a distant voice. I realise I haven't heard my name from her lips a single time in the eleven years she was my personal slave. It was always "sir", or "your Highness" or, most usually, "master". There is no need for her to use honourifics now. I realise it's me who should show respect. She is my mistress, after all. Still, the word tastes bitter on my tongue when I do say it.
"You would think we are well past these titles after everything, no? You can call me Lobelia in private, and Lady Lobelia in public."
"Obviously" I reply. I know I shouldn't sass someone who holds so much power over me, but still, old habits are hard to beat, especially around someone from my past.
Surprisingly enough, Lobelia doesn't hit me for my incolence. Instead, she chuckles and urges me to follow her to where I assume are her personal chambers.
We stop infront of a large wooden door, adorned in flowers and vines. A royal guard stands near, holding a spear. He is tall and muscular, with bright red hair and freckles. From his pointed ears and bright pink eyes I can tell he is fae. After a shallow bow, he takes Lobelia 's hand and spins her around.
She gives his a hug. Although they look nothing alike, they remind me of siblings. Before I can process what is happening, they break of into sparring. Lobelia delivers an impessive high kick to the guard's head, but he manages to swipe her of her feet. He laughs, which is , speaking from experience, not something you should do if you beat a noble in combat. If somebody did such a thing when I was prince, I would have them executed by sundown. Yet, Lady Lobelia just mutters a quiet curse word and gets back up. Who is this man, and how did he become so brotherly with the most famous member of the Imperial Council?
The guard finally notices me. "Who is that, my lady?" he asks her loudly.
"This is ... Ferian"she replies, turning slightly red
"Oh, like the son of the former tyrant?"
"Not 'like' the son of the former tyrant. The son of the former tyrant"
"What? Lobelia you can't be serious! He is dangerous. Remember what he did to us?'
She glares at me, then turns her head back towards her guard. " I know, but still, Lord Alef gave him to me , as some sort of...gift" She sounds uneasy towards the end of her sentence. I wonder why. Having your gretest enemy completely on your mercy should seem like a dream come true.
