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Forever With You

Chapter Ten

A Few Weeks Later…

Darkness fell over Nevassa as the sun tucked itself beneath the horizon. Most of the castle was asleep, though the King and his lover were far from rest. In his bedroom, Soren hopped onto his bed, trying to escape Ike who chased him from the washroom. "Ike!" The sage cried, holding up his hands to defend himself from the blow. He laughed as he was lightly struck with the pillow yet again. "I'm unarmed, will you wait a second?"

"Didn't you always tell me to strike while the enemy was weak?" the bluenette asked, slapping the spell caster in the butt again with his pillow.

"Didn't you always argue that it wasn't honorable to strike an unarmed opponent?" the spell caster argued, and as Ike moved in to hit him again, he pushed the mercenary onto the bed with a small gust of wind. While Ike reeled from the experience, the king grabbed his own pillow and brought it down firmly on the mercenary's chest.

Ike laughed and grabbed Soren's wrist, moving to swap their positions. Soren laughed as well when Ike finally towered over him. The bluenette moved to hold the pillow over his head threateningly and Soren leaned up quickly to capture his lips. His arms lowered as he dropped the pillow and they wrapped around Soren's shoulders as he returned the kiss.

"If every enemy on the battlefield were as convincing as you, war would not exist." Ike whispered. Soren smiled against his beloved's lips. He had never in his life been this happy.

Their love continued as they kissed deeply, occasionally exchanging sweet nothings between kisses. The young king could feel his lover's erection through his clothes and was very tempted to release him. "I can feel your desire," he whispered seductively.

The bluenette smirked and removed his shirt. "Have your way," he replied.

Soren ran his hands over the muscular chest, but stopped when a knock came at the door. "Your Majesty, you have a visitor requesting your counsel. She claims that lives depend on it."

The King sighed, frustrated. Ike chuckled at his sour expression and kissed the youth's pouted lips. "Duty calls, baby."

"Hm... so it seems." Soren scooted to the edge of the bed and straightened his robes. "As King, I forbid you from moving from this spot. If anything, I shall return to find you naked, am I clear?"

Ike laughed as Soren called to his messenger that he would be coming soon. "Your every wish is my command," he said. Soren kissed him again and groaned.

"I don't want to leave you," he whined. Ike stood and walked him to the door.

"I'll be here when you get back." he assured. Soren took a deep breath and nodded, kissing the mercenary once more before stalking out of the room. Ike leaned his head out of the doorway and watched his lover and King make his way down the hall. As the sage's hips swished, Ike whistled at him. Soren turned around with a blush and waved him back inside. Ike didn't stop watching until he was out of sight.

Soren opened the door to his counsel room angrily. "All right, who is it that has called me from my bedchambers this late at--" The sage stopped as he looked around the room. Every torch was lit, but the fire was not it's normal orange and red. The flames were blue. He froze, looking warily to the room's other occupant.

"Hello, Soren." Micaiah greeted with nothing more than a friendly smile, though that was all Soren could see since she was wrapped head-to-toe in a silvery-colored cloak.

"Micaiah..." the King growled, all surprise gone. He reached behind him to slam the door. "What a shame. I rather liked this room. But I'm sure that someone can clean you off the walls after I'm finished."

The Branded girl shook her head, her smile falling slightly. "Such hateful words."

"Such well-deserved words after what you made Ike and I go through!" he snarled, muttering a short chant and casting a gust of wind on the priestess. Her cloak was ripped away, revealing light blue wisps of energy that enveloped her entire body. Soren's crimson eyes widened in fear. "What…"

"Ike's suffering is just beginning." Directly after speaking, Micaiah's eyes began to glow a sky blue the same color as the aura that flowed around her body. She raised one hand and directed a flow of murderous magic at the raven haired sage.

Soren felt his throat constrict. An unbelievable pain enveloped his chest, but he couldn't breathe, so he couldn't scream. Micaiah's flattened hand balled into a fist in the air and the magic took the same form. Soren's body felt squeezed, though his actual physical form did not move. His very soul was being pulled from his body.

"Ike will suffer." The girl bit out angrily. Despite her actions, there were tears of sadness beading in her eyes. "My only regret… is that you will not be alive to see it!" The silver-haired girl shouted and jerked her arms, her pupils billowing like two tiny flames. Soren finally went completely numb and he collapsed, hitting the floor with a thud. He watched the blue light of the room dim as Micaiah fled.

*****

Ike had turned and reclaimed his position on the bed after Soren left the room. He waited a few minutes and was not at all surprised to see that even such a short amount of time away from his spell caster made him uneasy.

I am his husband... It's my right to know who he's speaking with so late at night. He thought rationally. He grabbed his earlier discarded shirt and tugged it on before opening the door. He closed it gently behind him as he heard the echo of a door slamming from down the hall. He thought it was Soren leaving his study, and waited. Soren didn't come, and instead, a faint shout reached his ears. Ike didn't have time to think as he took off running down the corridor.

*****

Soren could hear footsteps. He could see his outstretched hand shaking as his body convulsed and his vision blurred. A movement in the corner of his eye alerted Ike's arrival as the mercenary burst into the room. The bluenette's eyes scanned the office and came to rest on his lover splayed on the floor.

"SOREN!!" Ike yelled, lurching forward and reaching for his lover. Soren felt the last strings of his soul leaving his body. He felt the urge to cry, and even though tears were shining on his face, he couldn't feel them.

"I..." He tried to speak but his voice was nonexistent. He coughed and his body jerked. More tears flowed when he realized that Ike had gathered his shaking body in his arms and he couldn't feel the man's comforting embrace.

"Soren! Goddess, what's happened!? Soren, open your eyes!" The worry and fear in Ike's voice was so clear, it was painful.

My eyes are closed?

"Soren! Soren! Tell me...!" Ike's voice was slowly fading. Everything was dark. Everything was still. "Soren, please!" Ike begged, putting a hand on his sage's cheek to try and jostle him awake. But he wasn't sleeping.

He's not breathing! Goddess, why isn't he breathing?!

"Soren! Soren…" The commander desperately called the name over and over to the corpse in his arms. The young spell caster was incredibly still, his eyes gently shut. Ike's gently laid him against the concrete floor, and held his nose as he lowered his lips to Soren's to attempt resuscitation. Nothing happened.

This can't be real! Ike tried again. Nothing. There's no way this can be real! We were just in bed, just playing our game! We were about to make love! He can't be gone! Not when I can still hear his laughter; not when I can see him smiling! He tried again, and again, nothing.

He was so happy!

The bluenette gathered the sage back into his arms as wild sobs ravaged his body. His every cell shrieked with pain worse than losing his father. The very fabric of his sanity was stretching; like an elastic band waiting to snap at a moment's notice.

A passing serving maid heard his cries and timidly peeked into the office. She gasped; Ike was sitting on the floor, his legs splayed. He held Soren's still form tightly to his chest while he rocked back and forth. His left hand held the corpse in place while the right hand covered his mouth to help silence his hysteric sobbing.

"What's happened? Is the King all right?" The poor woman questioned, covering her mouth after she spoke. Ike looked up at her desperately.

"Someone killed him." The words, saying them out loud, only intensified the pain. The bluenette lowered his head and continued to cry.

"What's going on?" Another passerby servant asked, trying to get a look into the room.

The first woman turned to him. "Call the guards! The king has been assassinated, and the killer could still be in the area!"

Ike quickly forgot the world outside himself and Soren's body. The sage's left hand lay face up on the concrete as his arm lay limp off Ike's lap. The bluenette grit his teeth so hard he thought that he might shatter his skull. He removed his hand from his mouth to lay it on the dead King's cheek.

"S-Soren... no, please, Goddess, no..." He leaned down and buried his face into the shoulder of the small corpse. "Who did this to you, baby?" Ike spoke as if Soren were still living.

Who took you from me?

The sound of footsteps from Daein royal knights and guards filled the halls and only got louder and louder. Shouts of questions could be heard, but Ike found it all to be nothing but blurs of noise.

*****

Micaiah's body seemed to hit the ground running when she came to her senses, but all she felt was adrenaline. The rush of a murderer. The excitement of having ruined the life of someone she hated. She panted hard as she fled the castle grounds, but she didn't stop. She seemed to run for miles before a black clad hand reached out and snatched her arm.

She shrieked before another hand covered her mouth. She looked up at the Black Knight, her eyes wide and her chest expanding with deep gasps.

"My Lady. It is difficult to defend you when you are nowhere to be found." the knight stated.

"I... I had a matter to attend to," she explained as he lowered his hand, her nerves still on fire.

The Black Knight looked over his shoulder at the Daein castle and nodded. "It would seem your work here is done... let us leave before you are discovered."

Micaiah blinked and the two warped back to Begnion.

End Chapter Ten

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Forever With You

Chapter Ten

A Few Weeks Later…

Darkness fell over Nevassa as the sun tucked itself beneath the horizon. Most of the castle was asleep, though the King and his lover were far from rest. In his bedroom, Soren hopped onto his bed, trying to escape Ike who chased him from the washroom. "Ike!" The sage cried, holding up his hands to defend himself from the blow. He laughed as he was lightly struck with the pillow yet again. "I'm unarmed, will you wait a second?"

"Didn't you always tell me to strike while the enemy was weak?" the bluenette asked, slapping the spell caster in the butt again with his pillow.

"Didn't you always argue that it wasn't honorable to strike an unarmed opponent?" the spell caster argued, and as Ike moved in to hit him again, he pushed the mercenary onto the bed with a small gust of wind. While Ike reeled from the experience, the king grabbed his own pillow and brought it down firmly on the mercenary's chest.

Ike laughed and grabbed Soren's wrist, moving to swap their positions. Soren laughed as well when Ike finally towered over him. The bluenette moved to hold the pillow over his head threateningly and Soren leaned up quickly to capture his lips. His arms lowered as he dropped the pillow and they wrapped around Soren's shoulders as he returned the kiss.

"If every enemy on the battlefield were as convincing as you, war would not exist." Ike whispered. Soren smiled against his beloved's lips. He had never in his life been this happy.

Their love continued as they kissed deeply, occasionally exchanging sweet nothings between kisses. The young king could feel his lover's erection through his clothes and was very tempted to release him. "I can feel your desire," he whispered seductively.

The bluenette smirked and removed his shirt. "Have your way," he replied.

Soren ran his hands over the muscular chest, but stopped when a knock came at the door. "Your Majesty, you have a visitor requesting your counsel. She claims that lives depend on it."

The King sighed, frustrated. Ike chuckled at his sour expression and kissed the youth's pouted lips. "Duty calls, baby."

"Hm... so it seems." Soren scooted to the edge of the bed and straightened his robes. "As King, I forbid you from moving from this spot. If anything, I shall return to find you naked, am I clear?"

Ike laughed as Soren called to his messenger that he would be coming soon. "Your every wish is my command," he said. Soren kissed him again and groaned.

"I don't want to leave you," he whined. Ike stood and walked him to the door.

"I'll be here when you get back." he assured. Soren took a deep breath and nodded, kissing the mercenary once more before stalking out of the room. Ike leaned his head out of the doorway and watched his lover and King make his way down the hall. As the sage's hips swished, Ike whistled at him. Soren turned around with a blush and waved him back inside. Ike didn't stop watching until he was out of sight.

Soren opened the door to his counsel room angrily. "All right, who is it that has called me from my bedchambers this late at--" The sage stopped as he looked around the room. Every torch was lit, but the fire was not it's normal orange and red. The flames were blue. He froze, looking warily to the room's other occupant.

"Hello, Soren." Micaiah greeted with nothing more than a friendly smile, though that was all Soren could see since she was wrapped head-to-toe in a silvery-colored cloak.

"Micaiah..." the King growled, all surprise gone. He reached behind him to slam the door. "What a shame. I rather liked this room. But I'm sure that someone can clean you off the walls after I'm finished."

The Branded girl shook her head, her smile falling slightly. "Such hateful words."

"Such well-deserved words after what you made Ike and I go through!" he snarled, muttering a short chant and casting a gust of wind on the priestess. Her cloak was ripped away, revealing light blue wisps of energy that enveloped her entire body. Soren's crimson eyes widened in fear. "What…"

"Ike's suffering is just beginning." Directly after speaking, Micaiah's eyes began to glow a sky blue the same color as the aura that flowed around her body. She raised one hand and directed a flow of murderous magic at the raven haired sage.

Soren felt his throat constrict. An unbelievable pain enveloped his chest, but he couldn't breathe, so he couldn't scream. Micaiah's flattened hand balled into a fist in the air and the magic took the same form. Soren's body felt squeezed, though his actual physical form did not move. His very soul was being pulled from his body.

"Ike will suffer." The girl bit out angrily. Despite her actions, there were tears of sadness beading in her eyes. "My only regret… is that you will not be alive to see it!" The silver-haired girl shouted and jerked her arms, her pupils billowing like two tiny flames. Soren finally went completely numb and he collapsed, hitting the floor with a thud. He watched the blue light of the room dim as Micaiah fled.

*****

Ike had turned and reclaimed his position on the bed after Soren left the room. He waited a few minutes and was not at all surprised to see that even such a short amount of time away from his spell caster made him uneasy.

I am his husband... It's my right to know who he's speaking with so late at night. He thought rationally. He grabbed his earlier discarded shirt and tugged it on before opening the door. He closed it gently behind him as he heard the echo of a door slamming from down the hall. He thought it was Soren leaving his study, and waited. Soren didn't come, and instead, a faint shout reached his ears. Ike didn't have time to think as he took off running down the corridor.

*****

Soren could hear footsteps. He could see his outstretched hand shaking as his body convulsed and his vision blurred. A movement in the corner of his eye alerted Ike's arrival as the mercenary burst into the room. The bluenette's eyes scanned the office and came to rest on his lover splayed on the floor.

"SOREN!!" Ike yelled, lurching forward and reaching for his lover. Soren felt the last strings of his soul leaving his body. He felt the urge to cry, and even though tears were shining on his face, he couldn't feel them.

"I..." He tried to speak but his voice was nonexistent. He coughed and his body jerked. More tears flowed when he realized that Ike had gathered his shaking body in his arms and he couldn't feel the man's comforting embrace.

"Soren! Goddess, what's happened!? Soren, open your eyes!" The worry and fear in Ike's voice was so clear, it was painful.

My eyes are closed?

"Soren! Soren! Tell me...!" Ike's voice was slowly fading. Everything was dark. Everything was still. "Soren, please!" Ike begged, putting a hand on his sage's cheek to try and jostle him awake. But he wasn't sleeping.

He's not breathing! Goddess, why isn't he breathing?!

"Soren! Soren…" The commander desperately called the name over and over to the corpse in his arms. The young spell caster was incredibly still, his eyes gently shut. Ike's gently laid him against the concrete floor, and held his nose as he lowered his lips to Soren's to attempt resuscitation. Nothing happened.

This can't be real! Ike tried again. Nothing. There's no way this can be real! We were just in bed, just playing our game! We were about to make love! He can't be gone! Not when I can still hear his laughter; not when I can see him smiling! He tried again, and again, nothing.

He was so happy!

The bluenette gathered the sage back into his arms as wild sobs ravaged his body. His every cell shrieked with pain worse than losing his father. The very fabric of his sanity was stretching; like an elastic band waiting to snap at a moment's notice.

A passing serving maid heard his cries and timidly peeked into the office. She gasped; Ike was sitting on the floor, his legs splayed. He held Soren's still form tightly to his chest while he rocked back and forth. His left hand held the corpse in place while the right hand covered his mouth to help silence his hysteric sobbing.

"What's happened? Is the King all right?" The poor woman questioned, covering her mouth after she spoke. Ike looked up at her desperately.

"Someone killed him." The words, saying them out loud, only intensified the pain. The bluenette lowered his head and continued to cry.

"What's going on?" Another passerby servant asked, trying to get a look into the room.

The first woman turned to him. "Call the guards! The king has been assassinated, and the killer could still be in the area!"

Ike quickly forgot the world outside himself and Soren's body. The sage's left hand lay face up on the concrete as his arm lay limp off Ike's lap. The bluenette grit his teeth so hard he thought that he might shatter his skull. He removed his hand from his mouth to lay it on the dead King's cheek.

"S-Soren... no, please, Goddess, no..." He leaned down and buried his face into the shoulder of the small corpse. "Who did this to you, baby?" Ike spoke as if Soren were still living.

Who took you from me?

The sound of footsteps from Daein royal knights and guards filled the halls and only got louder and louder. Shouts of questions could be heard, but Ike found it all to be nothing but blurs of noise.

*****

Micaiah's body seemed to hit the ground running when she came to her senses, but all she felt was adrenaline. The rush of a murderer. The excitement of having ruined the life of someone she hated. She panted hard as she fled the castle grounds, but she didn't stop. She seemed to run for miles before a black clad hand reached out and snatched her arm.

She shrieked before another hand covered her mouth. She looked up at the Black Knight, her eyes wide and her chest expanding with deep gasps.

"My Lady. It is difficult to defend you when you are nowhere to be found." the knight stated.

"I... I had a matter to attend to," she explained as he lowered his hand, her nerves still on fire.

The Black Knight looked over his shoulder at the Daein castle and nodded. "It would seem your work here is done... let us leave before you are discovered."

Micaiah blinked and the two warped back to Begnion.

End Chapter Ten