Fairytales Slashed 4 by Derr Megan & Eight Mell & Merrow J.L. & Miller Sasha L. & Alaric Julia

Author:Derr, Megan & Eight, Mell & Merrow, J.L. & Miller, Sasha L. & Alaric, Julia [Derr, Megan & Eight, Mell & Merrow, J.L. & Miller, Sasha L. & Alaric, Julia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Five

Solae jerked awake at the sound of someone pounding on the main tower door. He sat up, shoving his hair from his face, briefly confused as to why it was loose when he always bound it—but then he heard a soft, snuffling groan from beside him.

He registered the weight of an arm across his lap and that he was naked, and then it all came flooding back.

Millio had—they’d—and Millio knew he was a witch.

Thoughts and emotions spun wildly through his head, but before he could settle them, the pounding at the door came again. “What in the hells is all that racket?” Millio asked, then yawned and sat up, shoving his disheveled hair from his face.

Solae flushed again upon seeing him, but could not tear his eyes away.

That damned door was ruining all his silly ideas about what might have happened that morning—about what might have happened throughout the day, he suspected. Throwing back the blankets, Solae clambered out of bed and retrieved his dressing robe. Belting it shut, he hastened down the stairs, unlocked the door, and pulled it open.

He stared in surprise at the Captain of the Guard and four other soldiers who stood outside on the landing. “Can I help you, Captain?”

“Highness, we are here to retrieve Millio de Wiste. He was not in his rooms, and as he is your guest …”

“On what grounds?” Solae asked.

“The king’s orders.”

Solae still refused to budge; he refused to let Millio suffer because the king was mad at his son. “He’s not—”

“Let them in,” Millio said from behind him, and Solae turned to glare at him. Whatever he was going to say died on his lips at the sad, resigned twist to Millio’s mouth. “There’s no point in dragging this on indefinitely, Solae.”

“You shouldn’t be in trouble because I angered my father.”

“We both angered him, but I am not his son,” Millio replied and did not protest when the guards poured into the room and dragged him away.

Solae watched them go in silence, though it was hard to remain silent for once. He never should have asked Millio for help, but he hadn’t expected Millio to come! No one else had ever put so much effort into helping him, and he had come just on the basis of a couple of letters. Now, he was going to suffer for his generosity.

“The king requests your presence in court for the hearing,” the captain said.

Sole flinched. The captain was close to his father, he knew, and had been responsible for executing his mother. It was this man who had lit the pyre upon which his mother had burned.

Solae preferred to avoid him at all costs, normally.

Right then, however, all he could think about was that he and Millio should have spent the morning together, bothering and being bothered by no one. He knew he should not have gone to the ball, but why all of this? It wasn’t fair. Solae lifted his chin and said, “I will be there. Get out of my room, Captain.