I Followed

I Executed

~~Rythian's POV~~

"Do you want to come?" I ask Tara for the fourth time.

"I don't know! It's unsafe, and Anna needs protecting." She paces around the room, to my annoyance.

"Anna has Zoey. Zoey is well trained, and absoloutley amazing. Nothing can go wrong here." I explain.

"Aw, you really love her, don't you?" Tara smiles, showing perfect white teeth.

I sigh in awkwardness. "Yeah, I raelly do. Now, are you coming?" I insist.

"Okay, fine. If you have that much faith in Zoey." She ties her hair up and plaits it on the way to the stables.

"In the amount of time it took you to make your mind up, I could've been a third of the way there by now." I nudge her, smiling.

"Well, with a sister, a niece, a girlfriend and a daughter, I'm suprised you didn't already know that women take their time." She smiles back. "Bagsy Midnight." She races to the stables, about one hundred metres away. I teleport in front of her, and laugh as she catches her breath.

"Beat you." I add simply, saddling up my horse, then Midnight. "Ladies first, madame" I bow in a regal tone, causing her to burst out laughing.

"Classy doesn't suit you. Stick to Rythian." She jumps on to her jet-black horse with a braided mane, and steers him to face me.

"Classy is Rythian." I jump on to my own horse, a creamy one with a marking near it's tail. The marking is called a Brint, and magical horses have them. Brints are a part of a horse since birth, and fate brings it to it's owner, therefore meaning my horse's Brint is an eye. The Brint is a colour edging on purple, but lloks brown at a glimpse. Like my eyes, but it's blue not brown.

"Race you. First one there gets to shoot the arrow rope." She taps her horse's neck, causing it to gallop away ahead of me.

"We aren't using the arrow rope!" I shout after her, trying to catch up.

~~Rata's POV~~

"We should just stay in our room." Sips paces, much like Tara and I do when we're stressed or thinking.

"We can't, I need food." I hold my stomach protectively. "When we go back, Rythian can tell us if it's a boy or girl." I force a smile. I know Sips loves my smile, so maybe I can bring back positive memories by smiling.

"That's forced. I'm not an idiot." Sips points at me. "But still, I don't think I should come back with you." He settles on the bed next to me.

"Why not? It may be against the law for me to come here, but my brother has no laws against you." I try to hold back tears, that he can't be with me because others don't agree.

"Rythian won't allow it. Sjin needs me. I can't. But I'll see you, I'll arrange secret meetings in that secret Kingdom I told you about in the secret woods." He whispers, trying to keep it a secret.

"It won't work." I answer simply. That's all he needs to stop talking. He knows it won't work, and things will never go as planned.

Suddenly, we hear a knock on the door. "Can I come in?" A recognisable voice asks.

"Who is it?" Sips says defensively.

"It's your daughter." The door opens to reveal Tara and Rythian stood there, with Sjin next to them.

"We want a word with you." Rythian nods towards Sips,who's sitting next to me on the bed, and he leaves, letting me and Tara have some time alone.

"What the hell, Mum?" She shouts quietly once the door closed.

"I'm sorry. I should've told you first. But Sips is the-" I get interrupted.

"I'm seventeen now. You can't have another kid!" She stares into my eyes.

"Let me finish. Sips is the Father, he had to be told first. And we didn't plan this! We've only recently fell in love!" I whisper harshly. "All I'm saying is, be happy about your new sibling."

The door opens again, and a concerened Rythian walks through the door.

"It's a g- Wait, do you want to know the gender?" He asks soothingly, but still angrily.

"Not without me." Sips walks past him, settling down on the bed with Tara and I.

"Go ahead." I allow.

"It's a girl, she's healthhy, in good condition. Everything's okay." Rythian explains with ease.

Tara looks at him in awe. "Have you always been this good at magic?" She stands up, looking him up and down as if magic is a physical feature.

"Well, when your Mother is the Queen of the End, you have a natural knack for it." He smiles. "But because Rata here didn't do her homework, she didn't pass as a mage. She is still pretty good though."

"Can we go?" I insist, giving him an evil glare.

"Oh, right, yes." He leads us out of the room, says a polite goodbye to Sjin, and gets on his horse.

"I'll ride with Sips." I guess.

We soon arrive back at Blackrock, to find everything how it once was. Despite lives lost and soldiers missing, everything was better than ever. Sjin had to let his four year old marry either Anna or my daughter... But which one? The birthdays would be close together, and when the time comes, it all depends on who likes Sjin's kid the most.

"So, Rythian, can I stay here?" Sips almost falls off the horse.

"Yes. But only on one condition." Rythian replies seriously.

"Which is"

"Call me Sir." Rythian's mouth breaks into a smile, and I hug him happily.

~~Duncan's POV~~

Oh, look at them all. Enjoying life. Having children. I didn't even live long enough to find the perfect one. All the royal women were taken, except... Tara 

If only she knew about me. Maybe life would be better. She's seventeen, I'm twenty two, it would work.

Who am I kidding, I love Zoeya Proashecki, and no one else. Life will never be great for Sir Duncan.

Unless I take Tara's life...

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A/N: A friend of mine started reading this, and is now addicted. I will get as much out as possible, just for you, R! *No real name taken*

I am going to Bristol on Saturday (WOOP) for my nieces birthday, so no story over the weekend, but still. Did I trick you with the title? I feel proud if I did. But don't pay much attention to the titles, I can never find good ones anymore >:(

I think that's it. Buh Bye :)

Emelia