Crown of Destiny

by Bertrice Small

  “How did such an incident occur?” Ilona exclaimed.

  Lara shook her head. “For some reason he chose to challenge me to combat. I think he meant to impress his hosts, to make a point. Of course he did neither, and then stormed off in a temper. Ethne warned me of it this morning, and so I was not surprised.”

  “I cannot believe he did such a thing,” Ilona said.

  “It did not help that both Cadarn and Palben fell all over him offering him the services of their personal physicians.” Lara smiled. “It but added to his embarrassment.”

  The evening meal was served, and Lara was delighted to see that Dillon and Cinnia’s children had appeared to join them. There were six daughters. Maysun, Rima, Gormangabis, Abella, Jolan and Zeta. While they all possessed some magic, it was Rima and Abella who showed the greatest talent. Their brother, Biton, however, seemed to have the strongest magic of the seven. They were excited to reacquaint themselves with their Hetarian grandparents, great-grandmother and other relations. It was not long before Parvanah and Marzina were laughing and exchanging information with them.

  “You must teach them what Cinnia and I cannot,” Dillon said to his parents. “Especially Biton, who will one day inherit this throne.”

  “The purple sands in your life glass are still almost filled to the top,” Lara noted.

  “Oh, I shall reign for many decades to come, Mother,” Dillon said. “I know that. It will give Biton time to learn all he can for one day the darkness may reach out to Belmair. Remember Kolgrim will soon have a son. He will not be satisfied to wait for my half brother to die so he may rule. He will want his own conquest.”

  “Before we leave you I shall cloak Belmair so you are protected from invaders,” Kaliq said. “Such a near-perfect world should not be disturbed.”

  “And when will you go, Father?” Dillon asked. It was rare he addressed Kaliq in such a manner, usually calling him my lord.

  “I am not certain yet,” the great Shadow Prince said. “Your mother and I will know when it is time.” He reached out to take Lara’s hand in his.

  “You know you are welcome to remain as long as you desire,” Dillon responded. He was to his great dismay realizing that when Kaliq and Lara left it was unlikely he would ever see them again. Suddenly within what seemed a very short span of time everything was changing. Hetar as they had known it was no more. In a Cosmos that had always been friendly, his world would now have to be cloaked to keep it safe.

  THE EVENING ENDED WITH LARA and Kaliq deciding to shelter with her brother, Cirillo, and Nidhug for a few days before staying with Dillon and Cinnia.

  “Now that we are free of Mother you can tell me,” Cirillo said to Kaliq and Lara as they walked across the large garden separating the two castles. The faerie prince was as handsome as he had ever been with his wavy golden hair, and faerie green eyes.

  “Tell you what?” Lara asked her brother. “I think we said everything tonight.”

  “Where are you going?” Cirillo wanted to know.

  “I don’t know,” Lara answered him honestly.

  “Then how can you know you aren’t meant to remain here?” he demanded.

  Lara laughed and shook her head. “Belmair is not my destiny, little brother. I know now that my destiny is somewhere out in the Cosmos. And when I have found it, and fulfilled it, Kaliq and I will go to the new home that his brothers will find for us. We will not interact with the mortal races again, Cirillo. I know now that they must find their own path without our help.”

  “Is magic to end then?” he wondered.

  “Nay, and here in Belmair it will live for thousands of years to come, but you will be protected from outside influences that might harm your world. In the time that our son has ruled, Belmairans have learned to live side by side again with magic. That is to the good, and your kingdom within a kingdom will be safe, Cirillo.”

  “I agree,” Nidhug said. “Belmair is a good place to be, my love. And having given your mother our daughter, Parvanah, the Forest Faeries have an heiress after Queen Ilona. And our entire family will inhabit the same world. I am content.”

  “You don’t mean to be mother’s heir then?” Lara said to her brother.

  “Nay,” Cirillo responded. “I am more like my father in disposition, sister.”

  “And Thanos is gentle,” Lara noted with a smile.

  Cirillo smiled. “Aye, but gentle is not a particularly good trait in a faerie king,” he chuckled. “Parvanah may have been created to look like a faerie, but she has dragon’s blood in her veins. She will make an excellent queen one day.”

  “Can she shape-shift?” Kaliq asked curious.

  “Of course!” Nidhug answered, “but do not tell Ilona. She would be horrified to learn her dainty faerie granddaughter can turn herself into an absolutely beautiful female dragon. Her scales are lavender and silver, and her wings gold and silver. She is exquisite, but she rarely indulges herself with that shape, more’s the pity.” Nidhug sniffed.

  “My brother found a treasure in you, Nidhug,” Lara said. “And while she will never admit to it, my mother did, too.”

  They had reached Nidhug’s castle. Tavey, the dragon’s personal servant, hurried forth to greet them all. “There is cake in the hall, mistress, and grape frine,” he said.

  “Well, perhaps just a small nibble before we retire, considering that Sarabeth went to the trouble,” Nidhug agreed. Sarabeth was Nidhug’s cook. She was famous throughout all of Belmair.

  They all laughed knowing the dragon’s predilection for sponge cakes soaked in sweet wine and covered with whipped cream. Sure enough they entered the hall to find two such cakes. One Tavey served to his mistress. The other he sliced for her husband and their two guests, setting aside what was left for he knew the dragon would eat it before retiring.

  “They are never as good the second day.” Nidhug excused herself as she finished the second cake, her forked tongue licking her chops as she did. Then she said, “I shall not see you again until your departure, my dear Lara and Kaliq. You know I must rest myself for the times when the king needs my help.” Then fluttering her long heavy eyelashes at her husband, she said, “Do not be long, darling. Good night, all.” And she departed the hall.

  “She insisted I awaken her when you came,” Cirillo said, “and she had already been sleeping for several weeks.”

  Lara shook her head. “I am yet astonished at how happy you are, brother.”

  Cirillo chuckled. “She is the perfect wife for me,” he said. “I adore her.”

  “And what do you do with your time when your dragon wife slumbers?” Lara wanted to know of him.

  “I have spent much of my time teaching your grandchildren the faerie magic they need to learn. I have spent time exploring Belmair, which is why I was able to advise my nephew, the king, the best sites to offer the refugees from Hetar. The descendants of the Yafir are delighted to have been able to provide King Annan and his Water Faeries a new home on Belbuoy. They told me that they truly feel a part of Belmair now,” Cirillo said. “But Kaliq, your grandson and two of your granddaughters could use your knowledge, and that of my sister’s. I can teach them no more. The other four girls are content with what little I managed to pound into their frivolous little heads,” he chuckled.

  “There is a little time for us here,” Kaliq agreed. “I shall be happy to teach Biton and his sisters what I can. Lara?”

  She nodded. “I will help them,” she agreed. “Marzina is talented, Cirillo. Why did you not ask her for aid?”

  “Marzina is a light touched by the darkness,” Cirillo said. “I didn’t want her unleashing any of that darkness here in Belmair.”

  “She would not do that!” Lara defended her daughter.

  “Not deliberately,” Cirillo quickly agreed.

  “You do not understand her,” Lara said.

  “And you love her too much,” Cirillo replied.

  “My lord, my lady,” Tavey interrupted them cleverly. “Let me show you to yo
ur apartment. My mistress has arranged for you to have one with windows looking out over the gardens, and the countryside beyond. The entire southwest tower will be yours.”

  “Excellent!” Kaliq said, taking Lara’s hand in his. “We will bid you good-night then, Cirillo, and thank you and Nidhug for your hospitality.”

  “I wasn’t going to fight with him,” Lara said as they followed Tavey.

  “Aye, you were,” Kaliq chuckled, “but I should rather you fight with me, and then we will take pleasures to make up for our bad tempers.”

  “You are incorrigible,” Lara replied, smiling. “But I don’t understand why Cirillo would say that Marzina has darkness within her.”

  “She does,” Kaliq replied. “While she is not evil, Lara, her father’s blood runs through her veins every bit as much as yours does. Do not fear for her, however, my love. There will come a time when it is an advantage to her to have Kol’s blood.”

  “I don’t think so at all,” Lara said stubbornly. “I am relieved, however, that she has decided to stay with Mother. She cannot come with us, can she, Kaliq?”

  “Nay.” He shook his head.

  “Here we are, my lord,” Tavey said as they reached a large double oak door. He opened it to reveal a flight of stairs. “Your apartments are up in the tower. Shall I send Cadi to you, my lady?”

  “Nay, not tonight,” Lara replied. “But ask her to come to me in the morning.”

  “Very good,” Tavey replied and, giving them a small bow, he hurried off.

  They ascended the winding staircase finally reaching another smaller door. Opening it, they stepped into a lovely round day room. There was a hearth burning fragrant wood and through the windows they could see Belmair’s twin silver and gold moons blazing down to light the gardens on one side, and the countryside beyond on another side. There was another door in the room, and, going to it, they discovered another smaller shorter staircase.

  Climbing it, they found themselves in a beautiful bedchamber at the top of the tower. There was a small hearth burning the same scented wood as the day room, and an arch of windows that allowed the room to be flooded with moonlight. A door led to a small balcony, and before the hearth was a large circular stone. Kaliq looked carefully at this particular stone, and then he saw a little stone button next to the hearth’s opening. He pressed it, and the circular stone slid back, revealing a round stone tub filled with water. The steam rising from the tub indicated the water was warmed.

  “Ingenious!” he said, and immediately began stripping off his clothing. Naked, he stepped down several stone steps into the tub. As soon as he had settled himself comfortably in the water a small tray of soaps, oils and lotions appeared on the edge of the tub. “Your brother is a fine host,” Kaliq remarked, smiling broadly.

  Lara needed no invitation, and did not even bother to pull her garments off. She simply magicked them away, stepping into the tub to join Kaliq. “The water temperature is simply perfect,” she noted, settling herself opposite him. “It feels wonderful after my little fray with Kolgrim. It has been a long time since I wielded Andraste.” When she had divested herself of her garments she had sent the sword to hang over the hearth in the room below them. After a short time she said, “Come to me, my lord, and let me cleanse you free of the dust and the scent of Hetar.”

  “Then I will do the same for you, my love,” he told her.

  Lara took up a lovely sea sponge and filled it with liquid soap from the tray. She washed him thoroughly even his thick dark hair. And when she had finished he did the same for her. When he had finished, however, he drew her back against him, cupping her breasts in his palms, fondling them, pushing aside her wet hair, kissing the space between her neck and her shoulder. Lara sighed contentedly.

  “For the first time in months,” he murmured in her ear, “we are free to concentrate upon each other, and the pleasures we can obtain from our bodies.” His kissed her ear, nibbling gently upon the tender lobe.

  “I don’t want to wait,” Lara told him, turning in his arms, kissing his mouth.

  “Neither do I,” he said, his palms slipping beneath her buttocks to raise her up so he might fill her with his manhood.

  Lara wrapped her legs about his torso, hooking her ankles together so she might grip him firmly. “You feel so good inside me,” she said softly. “How wicked of Dillon to create this tub, for we could never have just bathed, and departed it. Surely he knew that, my lord.” Her arms were now about his neck, and she pressed her full round breasts into his broad smooth chest.

  Kaliq smiled into her eyes. “He is obviously his father’s son,” he whispered against her mouth. They kissed, tongues intertwining and dancing together as they did.

  He put her back against the stone wall of the tub and began to piston her. As he did the tub suddenly emptied and instantly refilled with barely warm water that was scented with an aroma that filled them both with hot lust. It permeated the entire chamber. They instantly found pleasures that left them weak but still hungry with their need.

  Together they stepped up from the tub. When they were clear of it the round stone cover slid back into place, and before the fire a towel rack filled with warm towels now appeared. They dried each other even as their need grew stronger and stronger. They fell upon the bed together, Kaliq burying his dark head between her soft white thighs as he peeled her nether lips apart, his tongue seeking for the jewel of her sex. Finding it, he used the tip of his tongue to tease and stroke it, drinking her juices which flowed copiously for him, and him alone.

  Lara cried out with the pleasure he was offering her. “You are my love, my life, Kaliq of the Shadows,” she gasped. Her fingers twined themselves in his damp dark hair.

  He drew himself up lying half atop her, kissing her deeply so that she tasted herself on his foraging tongue. He stroked her face with one hand while his other caressed one of her breasts, bending to take the nipple into his mouth. Then he sucked upon it, and Lara cried out again. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh until it burned. She pulled at him, forcing herself beneath him, catching his great cock in her hands, drawing it to her. Faerie witch! he murmured silently. You are so greedy as always.

  Come into me, my lord, and take your pleasure of me. We have the whole night.

  We have an eternity, he replied. How is it I never tire of you, Lara, my love? And then he slowly pushed himself into her. One hand smoothing back the hair from her face that he might watch as they shared of themselves with each other. He felt a jolt of pure passion as her faerie green eyes met his bright blue ones.

  I love you, Kaliq, and I am never bored telling you so.

  I love you, Lara, he replied. And I never grow bored hearing you say it.

  He began to thrust back and forth within her, and soon they were both crying out with their pleasure. Finally they slept only to awaken in the predawn to make love again. They had been together for the majority of her life in one way or another. He had never interfered with her when she had wed, waiting patiently for the day when she would be his forever. He was not afraid of her independence or determination. Kaliq of the Shadows understood Lara better than she even understood herself. But he would not reveal that knowledge lest it interfere with her. They had been created for one another by a power far greater than all of their magic put together. He had had to wait for her. But he had done it with good grace.

  OVER THE NEXT FEW MONTHS Kaliq and Lara tutored their grandson, Biton, and the two granddaughters who showed great promise for magic, Rima and Abella. Biton learned because he felt he should as his father’s heir. He was the youngest of Dillon and Cinnia’s children. Rima and Abella pursued their studies with great seriousness. They knew that their grandparents would eventually be leaving Belmair, and when they went the great magic would go with them. So they studied hard to learn all they could. If they were ever needed one day, Rima and Abella would be ready.

  Ilona and her Forest Faeries settled into their new home in the Beltran province of Belmair. Thanos
was delighted with the age of the forest, and the vast variety of trees there. He was already busily working at cataloging them.

  And then one day as Spring arrived Ilona came to see her daughter. “We must talk,” the queen of the Forest Faeries said to Lara. “It is Marzina.”

  “Is she all right?” Lara asked anxiously.

  “Nay, I do not think she is,” Ilona said. “She is restless, and seems to have no purpose here at all. She has reconstructed Fairevue on the side of a mountain, but she is bored, Lara. I cannot sugarcoat it. She misses Hetar.”

  “Hetar is lost,” Lara said stonily. “Surely there is something for Marzina to do, Mother. What did she do in Hetar?”

  “She visited The City regularly. She enjoyed pretending to be a Pleasure Woman now and again. She became friends with Maeve Scarlet’s granddaughter,” Ilona said.

  “I did not know,” Lara replied. “Marzina never told me.”

  “She did not tell you because she was afraid you would disapprove of her harmless little amusements,” Ilona responded. Then she sighed. “She misses Kolgrim.”

  Lara shuddered. “That evil spawn I gave birth to has surely bewitched Marzina!” she cried angrily. “He wants her back, but I cannot let her go, Mother!”

  “Do you mean to take her with you when you and Kaliq ride out into the Cosmos?” Ilona asked quietly.

  “Nay! She was suppose to remain here on Belmair with you,” Lara replied.

  “She is not happy here,” Ilona said.

  “She is safe here!” Lara retorted.

  “Let Kaliq speak with her,” Ilona suggested. “She has always respected him.”

  Lara agreed. “Ask my daughter to come and visit me,” she said. “I sense the time is drawing near for us to depart Belmair. While it has been a glorious interlude I feel the tug of my destiny as I have never before felt it, Mother.”

  Ilona nodded. “Aye, I am beginning to see it hovering around your head like a crown. I will tell Marzina to come and see you soon.” The Queen of the Forest Faeries stood up and, bending down, kissed Lara’s cheek. “Farewell, my daughter. I do not think I will see you again.” She drew Lara up and hugged her hard. “You were crowned by destiny even before your conception, Lara. You have matured into an amazing, powerful faerie woman. More formidable than even your mother. I am proud of you. John Swiftsword would be proud of his daughter, too.” Ilona kissed Lara on both cheeks this time. She tipped her daughter’s face up smiling into the eyes so like her own. Remember us, my darling. Goodbye! And then she was gone in her burst of violet smoke.