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Dark Kingdom Rising Sneak Peek (Early Merry Christmas?)

Been debating this for awhile, but why not? Here is 2 chapters from my fan fic Dark Kingdom Rising. It’s the chapter I’m most comfortable with posting that doesn’t spoil the rest of the story. It features the Brotherhood as my OC Amelia’s protection detail as she visits the city of Grey in the Dark Kingdom. This city is made up of disgruntled citizens that used to live near the castle before King Edmund sent them away. Now that the Dark Kingdom is getting rebuilt, the city leader Jarin wishes for their city to secede from the kingdom and become it’s own city state. Amelia is sent there as ambassador to try and have them reconsider. Unfortunately, it doesn’t go quite as planned.

I considered just posting the first chapter, but to hell with it. I wanna post them both! Any feedback would be awesome. I won’t be posting this to AO3 quite yet as it will be posted once I finished the whole first part (which is hopefully going to be by the spring, we will see).

There is some Hector and Amelia romance in the second chapter, aggression, harassment, and swearing. Not anything super crazy, but it’s there. Enjoy!

None of the Brotherhood liked that Amelia had agreed to have dinner with Jarin. Hector had been the most vocal about it. The argument was short, as Amelia technically had the final say considering that she was in charge of this visit.

“If we are to try and rebuild relationships with them we need to attend dinner. This is the first time this trip he has been somewhat pleasant, we need to accept it,” Amelia sternly stated as they rode their animals to the main hall. It was just down the road from the inn they were staying at.

“They don’t want our help,” Hector growled.

Amelia sighed, “Be that as it may, we have to try Hector. And I already said you didn't have to come. Adira and Quirin can watch me just fine on their own.”

He kept quiet, knowing she wasn’t going to budge on this. They came to the main street of the village and noticed lots of people milling about, finishing their errands before the days end. Jarin was standing on the steps of the main hall, a smug smile plastered on his face. Amelia smiled kindly, her hopes high that this dinner would go well. And maybe, just maybe, she could get him to reconsider seceding from the Dark Kingdom. Even that would be a good start.

Quirin noticed several young men approach and stand off to the side of the stables ahead. One of them was Jarin’s son, Talon. Hector and Adira noticed them as well. They all felt uneasy at their mischievous expressions.

"Ah Ambassador Renya," Jarin called out, gathering many of the villager’s attention. "You're early."

Amelia trotted her horse up to the edge of the stables, the Brotherhood behind her. “Early is on time, is it not?” She stayed seated on the horse as she started to remove her gloves.

Hector’s gaze kept flitting between Amelia and the group of young men standing off to the side. They were intently staring at her. Something felt off. Talon turned his back to face the rest of his group. He turned back around after a moment, the arrogant smile on his face making Hector’s blood boil.

Amelia was taking off her last glove, when Talon stepped aside and a dog ran out from behind him. Barking and snarling, it sprinted straight for Amelia. Her horse reared up as the dog nipped at the horses front legs. She tried to grab the reins, but was too late. Amelia was flung off her horse and into the stable area. Her back and the side of her face slammed into the muddy, rocky ground below, knocking the wind out of her. Everyone's attention flew to her, covered in mud and other unpleasant things.

“Amelia!” Adira leapt off her horse, Quirin right behind her. Hector reacted quickly and caught the startled steed. The bear cats stood between them and the ornery dog, growling defensively. The dog backed away and ran out behind the stables.

Jarin burst out laughing, many of the people in the streets joined in. Some gasped in concern. Talon and his group of friends howled with laughter, drowning out Amelia’s gulps for air. Adira knelt next to her and helped sit her up.

“Deep breaths Amelia,” she coached, clearing debris from around her mouth. “Deep breaths.”

Quirin was at her left side trying to clear the foul smelling muck from her dress and face. Amelia reached out, desperately grasping Adira and Quirin’s arms, and tried to suck in a deep breath.

Hector glared at the group of boys still crowing over their prank. He stepped forward to advance on them when Quirin grabbed his wrist.

“Hector don’t.”

His gaze went to Amelia, who was finally able to start breathing. Hector knelt down at her side, fighting the overwhelming urge to gather her in his arms and take her away from here. Horse shit be damned. He mumbled, “We’re going back to the inn.”

“No,” Amelia's breaths were still coming in short gasps. “I need to do this. Alone.”

Adira’s brow furrowed at her, none of them were sure what she meant. Her breathing evened out and she moved to stand. The brown gunk slid down her body and onto the ground, coating her even more.

They saw her adjust her stance so she was standing tall and confident. Her eyes were narrowed and trained on Jarin, “Is this how you treat your guests?”

He raised an eyebrow, “Depends on who they are. If they are unwanted, then possibly.”

Amelia’s jaw stiffened and she grasped her stone. This isn’t going to end well…

“I’ll have to have a discussion with my son,” Jarin glanced at the Brotherhood. “Explaining how to keep a bitch in her place.”

Adira noticed Amelia’s shoulders fall, just slightly. Hector’s rage grew with every word Jarin spoke, yet once his eyes found her, all he wanted to do was pull her away from them and take her back to the inn. Despite her show of confidence, it was evident that she was feeling defeated. The last three days had been difficult trying to be civil with someone as hostile as him.

“I understand your hesitancy in rebuilding relationships with-”

“Gods you are delusional!” Jarin interrupted her loudly. He gestured around him. “Look at us. We are fine without you and the kingdom’s tyrannical grip! How many times do I have to tell you Ambassador that we are doing better than we ever have.”

Many of the citizens murmured and cheered in agreement. Amelia felt as if her lungs were shriveling in her chest, alongside her pounding heart. A dull ache radiated from the crushing grip in which she held her worry stone. The Brotherhood stood behind her, their unease growing at the riling spirit spreading through the crowd.

”Are you that desperate to follow crazy Edmund’s orders to prove yourself? I’ve never seen such a pathetic display from someone who was claimed to be such a great diplomat. If I were king-”

“That’s enough.”

Jarin stepped back, surprised at the authority in her voice. The crowd surrounding them went silent as well.

Amelia lifted her chin, her strong spirit still there. “You win, Jarin.” His smug smile returned, but she continued anyway. “You don’t want to be a part of the kingdom anymore. I was only trying to help you see the benefits of staying with us. If you truly feel there is no benefit, then you are more than welcome to secede.”

“That is all I’ve ever asked for, Ambassador.”

Amelia nodded and moved to her horse. The Brotherhood watched her carefully, she seemed to be fine, but they all knew she was good at keep up appearances. She looked at each of them, “We’re going back to the inn.” She turned and faced Jarin again. “Once I am back to our room, I will prepare the documents, then take them to King Edmund to start the process. We will be gone by tomorrow morning. Due to the circumstances, I won’t be attending dinner.”

“I wasn’t planning on you anyways.”

Talon and his group of friends snickered. Amelia kept her head held high and mounted her horse. “Good night. And I truly hope you prosper here in your city.”

“I doubt you do.”

Amelia grit her teeth, holding back any more comments. He wasn't going to let her have the last say in anything. She turned her horse and they headed down the street. The Brotherhood watched the crowd around them as they rode on, making sure the only malicious thing about them were their gazes. They rounded the street corner and could see the inn down the road at the edge of town. Once they passed the line of sight for the gathered crowd, Amelia’s shoulders slumped forward and her head hung.

Quirin nudged his horse forward until he was by her side, “Amelia, are you-”

She kicked her heels into the side of her horse and took off. They all stared for a moment, surprised, then tried to keep up. The head start allowed her time to get past the front door of the inn as they approached. Upon entering, they caught a quick glimpse of Amelia dashing up the stairs to their room.

She rounded the corner and located their door as her vision blurred. After slamming the door shut, she spun around and slid down to the floor, her shoulders shaking as the sobs came pouring out. She held her face and hissed, feeling a sting on her left jaw line. Gingerly, she touched the area again, the sting shocked her again. Her nose crinkled at the awful stench that radiated off her being. Amelia hugged her knees to her chest and rested her forehead on her arms. Gods, I am pathetic. A disgusting, pathetic mess. I failed.

Downstairs, Lydia looked to the Brotherhood from behind her counter, “What happened?”

Adira sighed and walked over to her, “You were right about Jarin’s intentions. Could you get a bath ready?” Lydia nodded solemnly and left through the back door.

Adira looked to the other two, "Get the animals to the stables. I'll check on Amelia."

Hector and Quirin left back outside as Adira ascended the stairs. She approached the door and could hear her quiet sobs. She gently knocked on the door, “Amelia?”

The sniffles paused for a moment, then her hoarse reply, “Yes?”

“Can I come in?” Adira waited in silence, debating whether to enter or not without her permission. The door cracked open, revealing half of Amelia’s dirty face.

“Yeah.”

She opened the door more so Adira could get through. Once inside, Amelia stepped back with her eyes downcast.

Adira reached out, gently lifting up her chin. Amelia's eyes were red and slightly swollen. "Are you hurt?"

"Depends on what you mean by hurt…"

"Does anything feel broken?"

"No."

Adira nodded then looked over her grimy dress. "Let's get you out of that so we can get it washed."

"There's no point, it's ruined," Amelia mumbled sadly, turning to reveal several torn areas.

"We can get it mended and the smell will come out. Besides, Lydia is preparing a bath for you downstairs."

"What will I wear to the bath? This doesn’t exactly cover me well. And Gods that smell is terrible."

Adira undid her overcoat and removed it. "This should keep you covered." Amelia opened her mouth to protest, but she stopped her. "And it's fine. It's seen worse. Once you're out of the dress, much won't get on my coat anyways."

Amelia set it on the bed and started to undo her dress. After several minutes of struggling, Adira lent her a hand and slid the dress off her body. Adira's eyes traced the red scratches and marks that covered her back. Several were bleeding slightly.

“Doesn’t your back hurt?”

Amelia held her arms close to her body, “It does now. There was a spot on my left jaw that hurt when I touched it.”

Adira tossed the dress on the floor by the door. “Put on my overcoat. I’ll get your face cleaned to see what it looks like.” She walked over to a small basin on a table and thoroughly wet a rag. Amelia stepped up behind her, clutching Adira’s large coat around her. It was soft and comforting. The smell of different spices filled her nose as she breathed in, despite the odious stench wafting off her hair, it smelled just like Adira and comforted her.

Adira gently cleaned away the grime from her face and specifically her left jaw line. Amelia winced everytime the rag touched there. As the brown sludge cleared, Adira saw the swelling along the jawline paired with a deep red color.

“Well, it looks like your jaw is bruised,” Adira explained, dabbing the skin again. Amelia’s eyes shut tight and she stopped. “But nothing really serious.”

Amelia nodded, “Thank you Adira. You don’t have to do all of this.”

“I know.” Adira said, returning the cloth beside the basin.

“But, why are you doing all this?”

“Because you are my friend Amelia. I want to help you.”

Amelia turned away, feeling her eyes tearing up again. “Okay, thank you Adira.”

They made their way down the stairs where Lydia was waiting behind the counter. She motioned to the bartender to stay. Her mouth opened to say something, then closed, deciding it was best to leave things be for now. The three women went out the back door and outside where there was a smaller building. Inside, a tub full of warm water was waiting. Amelia eased herself in, hissing as the warm water touched the scratches on her back.

“Here, lean back,” Adira gently instructed. Amelia’s head rested on the edge of the tub as she began to untangle the mess of hair. Adira got her hair to hang normally, then proceeded to use a bowl of water to help clear the larger debris and chunks of mud. Amelia laid still, her mind mulling over the event.

I should have seen that coming. I shouldn’t have been so focused on the impossible. I was being arrogant, she scolded herself. Hector and Lydia's warnings pushed into her train of thought. She sighed, realizing how right they had both been, especially Hector. Of course he was right. As much as I hate to admit it, he is really accurate at reading people sometimes…he warned me about Jarin and Talon's intentions. So did Lydia and I didn't listen. I need to apologize to them.

“How's the water Ambassador?”

Amelia’s head jerked up, “Oh, the water is just fine. Thank you Lydia. And please, call me Amelia.” She nodded in response and Amelia looked at her, "Also, I apologize that I didn't listen to your warning. You were right and I should have been more open minded."

Lydia's eyes widened, "An apology isn't necessary Amba-Amelia. I shouldn't of spoken out of turn like I did."

"But you didn't, you were trying to help and I should have at least thought about your warning. I am sorry."

A small smile spread on her lips, "I forgive you Amelia."

The bath was finished in silence and Lydia informed them that she would have a meal prepared for them to pick up soon, right around the usual dinner time. The two nodded and then returned to their room. Amelia went to her trunk and pulled on a light shift to sleep in.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Adira asked.

Amelia sat on her bed, "I'm not sure yet. Honestly, I'm ready to sleep so I can forget this unavailing trip."

The taller woman's mouth quirked, "Nice choice of words." Amelia couldn't help a smirk, but stayed quiet. Adira walked over and sat to the side, "Here. Turn." She moved Amelia so her back was facing her. Adira gently took her dark wet hair and began braiding it. They were both silent as Adira wove her hair together.

The tingling behind her nose told Amelia that it had been a long, hard day. She tried not to sound ungrateful. “You don’t have to-”

“You finished that book right? The one on our customs and traditions?” Adira interrupted her.

Amelia huffed, annoyed at being cut off. “Yes, I did.”

“Then you know what this means.” Adira finished off her braid with a tie.

Amelia turned to face her, “...yes. It’s you showing your friendship to me. That we are close.”

Her hand rested on one of Amelia’s. “Then you know I’m not doing this as an obligation. I’m not really the type of person to do that. You know me well enough.” Amelia let out a short laugh and nodded. “You’re a friend to me, Amelia. And not only because you are ambassador to the Dark Kingdom. We have a lot in common and I admire your passion. You care about not only the kingdom and bringing it back, but the people inside it. You cared enough to try and make Jarin-who quite frankly is an ass-see the consequences of seceding. It’s honestly a bad decision that leaves everyone here vulnerable.” Amelia’s eyes were becoming glassy and looked down to Adira’s hand on hers. “And the way you handled yourself after being thrown off the horse. I really respect you for that Amelia. That takes guts. This trip may seem like a failure to you, but you’ve really proven yourself here in many ways.”

The vision of Adira’s hand on hers blurred as the tears began to fall. Amelia quickly wiped the tears away, apologizing, “Sorry. I'm so dramatic.”

Adira gently took her friend’s face and touched their foreheads together, “Even if you are, that’s you Amelia. Own all of yourself. If no one else will tell you this then I will. You have helped all of us so much. Not only the Dark Kingdom, but all of us in the Brotherhood and King Edmund. I wouldn’t change anything about you.” Amelia could only nod, using every bit of her control to not sob. Adira pulled her head back and frowned, her gaze focused on the left side of Amelia’s face. “You’re missing an earring.”

Amelia felt her heart leap into her throat. “What?! No!” She felt her ears and removed the one that was still there. Then she took to the floor, snatching up her dress from earlier. Adira watched her frantically run her hands over the dress, then stand and shake it out.

“What is it?”

There was a soft knock at the door and it swung open. Hector and Quirin stepped in to the sight of Amelia standing with her dress over her head.

She sat back on the floor, looking sad and defeated. “I-It’s nothing…I’m just being ridiculous.”

“What is going on?” Quirin asked, looking between Amelia and Adira.

“I don’t know,” Adira answered. “What earrings are those?”

“This is about her earrings?” Hector questioned, his voice slightly cynical.

Amelia’s cheeks went pink after his question and she stared at the dress in her hands. “They’re just earrings. It’s nothing.”

“Amelia they obviously are more than just-”

“They were a gift from my grandfather. He gave them to me when I was little.” There was a tense silence as she stood and threw the dress back on the ground. She walked to the basin of water and scrubbed her hands vigorously. “What’s done is done. Don’t worry about it.” Once she was at her and Adira's bed, she pulled back the blanket. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” Tucking herself into the bed, she made sure her back was to all of them and shut her eyes tightly.

Adira couldn’t help but give Hector an icy glower. He glared back at her and held up his hands signaling he didn’t mean to. She rolled her eyes and walked over to them. Her voice was a whisper, “Just get the food and I’ll see if I can convince her to eat. Can you manage that?” Adira was still glowering at Hector.

“Yes Adira,” he snapped and looked over to Amelia, his gaze softening at her curled up form. His eyes found hers again and the tension crackled between them.

Quirin held a hand between them, “We’ll get the food. Just see if you can get her to eat.”

Adira headed over to her, as Quirin guided Hector back into the hallway and closed the door behind them.

“I didn’t mean to sound like that. I didn’t know.”

“I know Hector,” Quirin replied as they headed down the hallway to the stairs. “She’s had a rough day and needs some rest.” Hector tried to ignore the gnawing feeling in his chest. “But you should apologize to her. Even if you didn’t mean to hurt her feelings, they were still hurt.”

Hector grunted, a clear sign he had heard his friend, but was done discussing the matter. They made their way to the counter where Lydia saw them. She smiled warmly and told them their food would be out hopefully soon. “The dinner rush today is larger than usual.”

“That’s fine Lydia, thank you.” Quirin gave her an equally warm smile, as Hector sat to his left at the counter, his mind still mulling over today’s events. Rage rekindled deep inside him every time he remembered how Amelia was thrown from her horse. That asshole Talon and his friends whooping with laughter at her expense. He had wanted to teach them a lesson, but Quirin had been right to hold him back. The binturongs squished themselves under the counter, trying to avoid the milling feet of the crowd from finding their tails and bumped into him. He reached down and stroked their heads reassuringly.

Quirin and Hector idly talked as the dinner rush dissipated. Lydia showed up and earnestly apologized for the delay. Hector remained silent as Quirin reassured her it was fine and that they weren’t in that much of a hurry. More time for Adira to convince Amelia to eat, Quirin thought to himself.

The front doors of the inn slammed open loudly. The two men’s ears perked at the voices that followed. Peering to the new patrons, they discovered to their dismay that it was Talon and his group. Hector’s hands balled into fists, as all the ways he could wring their necks crossed his mind. The binturongs huffed from under the counter. He noticed even Quirin’s gaze was dark, a rare thing for the more rational of the three of them.

"Her face was priceless!" One of the friends elbowed Talon’s side and nodded over to the counter. Talon’s smug expression only widened seeing them, “So what?” He strutted over to the counter and stood right next to Hector. Quirin saw his friend stroke the mechanism that held his sword.

“Get us some drinks will ya?” Lydia scowled at Talon, but obeyed. Two of his friend’s grabbed the bottles and stepped away.

“Aren’t you gonna pay for those?” Lydia demanded, her voice stern.

Talon leaned on the counter, invading into Hector’s space, and rested his face on one hand. “You’ll just put it on my father’s tab right? You owe him everything anyway for letting you keep this old wreck of a place.”

Before Lydia could answer, a menacing growl emanated from near Talon’s feet. He jumped back with a yelp and saw the binturongs step out, sitting on either side of Hector’s stool.

Quirin’s eyes met Hector’s and he gave a slight shake of his head. As angry as he was with them, starting something up was out of the question at the moment. Quirin knew Jarin wouldn’t need much of a reason to run them out of town.

“What the hell are those? Fluffy, ugly wolverines or somethin’?”

“They’re binturongs, also known as bear cats,” Hector stated sharply, as he absentmindedly moved the cup of water in front of him around.

“Well they certainly match you don’t they?” Talon sneered. Hector kept his eyes on the counter, ignoring the insult. “An even better match for that diplomat.” His hands tightened into fists. They just can’t leave her alone can they?

"You have your booze, now leave 'em be and go on your way,” Lydia ordered. There was a slight waver to her voice that only seemed to fuel Talon's aggression.

"I can stay here if I please. Besides, she's stayin' here isn't she?"

Lydia tightened her lips and turned away, busying herself with dishes on the counter. Quirin felt the urge to say something, but hesitated. Talon was just as hostile as Jarin, talking would only make things worse, but there had to be something they could do to put him in his place. Hector seemed to have something in mind.

"That's none of your business," Hector stated. His eyes flitted to Talon. "Now is it?"

"My father is the leader here. I'll be leader someday and run this whole town. It is my business!"

Hector stood and faced him. Raising his chin slightly, he looked down at Talon, who stood at least six inches shorter. "I hope to never see the day a little shit like you runs anythin’."

Quirin smirked, letting Hector continue to intimidate the arrogant child. He deserved at least that much. Several of Talon’s friends snickered, then stopped at his indignant glare. His fuming gaze found Hector again, “You dare disrespect me! You are guests here in my father’s town.”

Hector shrugged, “We ain't leavin’ soon enough in my opinion. Besides, seems you're just sour 'cause she turned you down. So why dontcha just go back to whatever hole you crawled out of?"

"I know she's here, but it doesn't matter. Even though she's pretty, I wouldn't be caught dead with a cow like her."

Hector's jaw clenched at the insult. He knew Talon was baiting him. Quirin narrowed his eyes at him and began debating what he would do if Hector retaliated. Probably not much…

Talon's friends were glancing nervously between him, Hector, and even Quirin. One was intently watching the bear cats and tried to tap Talon on the shoulder. He responded by smacking away his friend's hand. "Well you're her bodyguards right? A fat lot of good you did for her today. Couldn't even protect her from a dog!" His friends were shushing him now. Hector's hands flexed in and out of fists, trying to control himself. All he should do is intimidate Talon, make him feel some remorse for his actions. But he wanted to do more.

"I'd watch her more carefully if I were you," Talon warned. "You never know what's lurking in the dark." Hector snorted, forcing himself to turn and sit back down. "How light do you sleep? Would you even know if someone took her in the middle of the night?" Hector stopped after one step. Quirin saw a dark shadow pass over his face.

Talon stepped towards Hector. "Stole her away. And teach her to be submissive like she's supp-"

Quirin blinked and the whole scene in front of him had changed. Hector had his back to him now and Talon was sprawled out on the floor, holding his face in his hands.

Hector snapped and the bear cats stalked towards the dazed teenager on the ground. The group of friends started to panic, yet not a single one would step near the binturongs. Talon finally saw the reality around him, “Get them away!” He held his hands up to cover his face and blood trickled from his nose.

One friend looked at Quirin, “Stop him!”

Quirin quickly scanned Hector and could tell they weren’t in any real danger. His body wasn’t coiled and ready to pounce like it had been, now he was just tall and intimidating. But Quirin still kept himself ready to stop him if needed. He chuckled and took a draw from his tankard, “You think I can stop him?”

Their eyes were wide with panic. Hector stepped over Talon and released his blade, the terrifying sound echoing in the empty inn. Talon visibly flinched and yelped as Hector roughly grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He easily lifted the boy off the ground and brought their faces within inches of each other. Hector’s upper lip was curled back into a terrifying snarl. “If you come near her again, my bear cats will be the least of your worries. I’ll make you regret the day you ever looked at her.” He paused, searching Talon’s eyes that he had heard him. “Do ya understand that?”

Tears welled in Talon’s eyes as he nodded his head. Hector released him and let his body hit the floor. Talon’s friends lifted him up and dragged him to the front doors.

“Aren’t you boys forgetting something?” Quirin’s voice rang out.

The boys all stared at him, dumbstruck, when one started rummaging through his pockets. He pulled out a purse full of coins and tossed them at the counter. Quirin nodded and they all scurried out the doors.

“Wow,” Lydia gawked at the two men. “No one has ever stood up to him like that.”

Hector could still feel the adrenaline coursing through him, alongside the rage. He didn’t understand. Why…how could they be so cruel to her? “Well, someone needed to,” he muttered.

“Well dinner is on the house. Thanks. Hopefully that’ll keep them outta here or get them to keep payin’ their bill,” Lydia thought aloud as she handed them a covered tray. “I hope she is doin’ well.”

“We’ll let her know. Thank you Lydia,” Quirin thanked her. Hector only nodded to her.

They made their way upstairs, the silence picking at Hector. He couldn't take it anymore, “I know, I know.” Quirin looked at him. He huffed and averted his eyes, “I shouldn’t have punched him. But he was fuckin’ askin’ for it.”

Quirin smirked, “I wasn’t going to say anything to you Hector.” He cocked a brow at him. “He deserved what he got.”

Hector smiled and they returned to their room. Adira was seated at the small table in the corner. Amelia was still curled up in their bed, an unfortunate sign that Adira was unable to convince her to eat. Quirin brought the food to the table and sat with her. Hector saw Delia saunter up to Amelia and nudge her hand with her nose. He went to snap at her to come back when he saw Amelia’s hand flop out and pat the bear cat on the head. Delia rested her head on the edge of the bed as Amelia lazily stroked between her ears. They ate dinner quietly and Hector watched throughout it how Amela's strokes became slower and slower, until they stopped altogether. He called Delia over, who reluctantly left Amelia’s side. Hector pet Delia and scratched under her chin, “Good girl.”

NEXT CHAPTER

Hector and Adira were up before dawn, as usual, and Quirin was up soon after. They wanted to leave quickly, but also wanted to let Amelia have her rest. Adira was packing up their things in their room, while Hector and Quirin prepared the horses and Argo. As they were getting things ready, a merchant rode by.

“You there!” he called out, steering even closer. Hector ignored him and secured the saddle on Argo. “Is that the only earring you own? Look at my wares! I have many other choices I’m sure you’ll love!” The merchant jumped down off his horse and began opening some boxes in his cart. Hector glared at him, hoping the man would take a hint. “Any piece of jewelry you can think of, I have!”

Hector went to tell the merchant to hit the road when something caught his eye. There was an earring set that looked similar to the pair that Amelia had lost. He stepped closer and studied them a little more. It wasn’t as similar as he had thought, but they were pretty. They were silver rather than gold and the gem that dangled from the diamond shaped base was surrounded by filigree rather than something solid. Plus the gems on her old earrings had been red, these were a deep blue.

She'd really like those. Wonder how much… Hector startled at the thought. Buying jewelry was for a couple, not for the kind of working relationship he had with her. Sure it was similar to her old ones, but wouldn’t it just make her upset and remind her of losing her old ones?

“See something you fancy?” The merchant interrupted his thoughts.

“Not sure yet,” Hector gruffed and the merchant backed up, finally taking the hint. He stared at the earrings again and continued debating what to do. A strange tugging in his stomach telling him to get them and his head telling him it was a bad idea.

“Hm,” Quirin hummed from behind. “Those look a lot like Amelia’s old earrings.” Hector didn’t answer, only folded his arms. Quirin looked at his friend, “Have you talked to her about last night yet?”

“...no…” Hector mumbled. Quirin nodded and stood there with him, waiting. “Would…would it be strange if I got 'em for her?”

Quirin smiled gently, “No, I don’t think so." He chuckled, "It would help you out in talking to her about last night.”

Hector nodded, distracted at the strange tightening in his chest when he thought about giving them to her. He pushed it aside and asked the merchant for the price, before he could change his mind. Hector paid him and took the small box in his hands. It suddenly dawned on him that he would have to give them to her now. That didn't sit well with him.

Adira came out of the inn with several packs and Hector stuffed the box into his belt pouch. He busied himself with preparing the animals, neglecting the strange feelings inside him. Amelia soon emerged from the inn, her hair pulled up into a braided bun and dressed in dark pants with a blue overcoat. Her left jawline had purple and yellow splotches forming. Dark circles framed under her eyes that were slightly red.

“Do I look that bad?” Amelia commented as she walked by.

“What?” He asked.

She glanced at him, her expression skeptical, “You’re staring at me like I died or something.”

Hector turned his focus back to packing up their things and didn’t answer her. He heard her sigh and wondered if he should give the earrings to Quirin. He would do better at giving them to her than he would. And he would still apologize, just at another time. As if he could hear his thoughts, Quirin’s gaze met his and he nodded his head in Amelia’s direction. Then Quirin had Adira follow him into the inn to gather the last of their things. The doors closed behind them, leaving Hector and Amelia alone. With her back to him, Hector stared at her, knowing that this was probably the only moment he would have to give her the gift and apologize. If they left on the road, he wouldn’t have another chance until they got back to the castle. And if he waited until then, he knew he wouldn’t do it.

Amelia was petting her horse as he approached, pulling the small box out of his belt pouch. His heart was pounding in his chest, “Amelia?” She turned and he thrust the box out in front of him. Her gaze fell from his eyes to the box. After a moment she hesitantly took it and opened it. There was no response, she only stared at them. Hector felt heat flood in his cheeks. She hates them…shit. This was a bad idea. He placed a hand on his hip and rubbed the back of his neck with the other, “I uh, thought you might like these…I know they aren’t the same as the other ones. And it doesn’t replace the old ones, but yeah. Just thought you’d like ‘em.” The only answer was a slow nod. He folded his arms, an irritated embarrassment dissolving the concerns from earlier. Shoulda known she’d need somethin’ fancier. “If you don’t like ‘em you don’t have to keep ‘em. It won’t hurt my feelings or anythin'.”

Amelia’s eyes finally left the earrings and met his. Hector’s sour mood disappeared seeing her eyes brimmed with tears. New worries clouded his mind, but she quickly quelled them. “No! I’m sorry that was extremely rude of me not to reply. It’s just…” She wiped her eyes and held the box against her chest. “This was very thoughtful of you Hector. It was a kind gesture after such a difficult day. It also reminded me how I need to apologize for my arrogant behavior yesterday.”

Hector’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What behavior?”

Amelia’s right hand dropped and found her worry stone. “I was arrogantly dismissive of you yesterday, when you tried to warn me of Jarin. Both you and Lydia were looking out for me and I let my pride get in the way. I am truly sorry for not listening to you. I suppose I deserve part of the treatment I received yesterday because of-”

“Don’t say that.” Amelia stopped mid-sentence and stared at him. “No one deserves that kinda treatment. 'Specially you.” Her dark blue eyes softened and Hector felt his chest tighten. He looked away, “Besides, I need to apologize to you. I was not very uh nice last night. When you had lost that earring. I didn’t realize how important they were to ya. Not to mention, we shoulda been there to protect you from that happening. I’m sorry I didn’t do my job.”

Amelia’s lips turned up in a genuine smile, “It’s fine Hector. You all did your job, I'm okay. Thank you for the apology and for the gift. I shouldn’t have been so dramatic. They are just earrings after all.”

Hector touched the pendant that sat under his shirt. He put himself in her shoes and understood. “You’re not dramatic Amelia. It was important to you. It reminded you of someone you loved. Someone who loved you.”

She reached out and touched the side of his arm, “Thank you.”

He felt a weird flutter in his stomach. Nodding, he retreated to Argo to strap on the pack Adira had brought out. Quirin and Adira came out of the inn minutes later with the last of their items. They saddled up and headed back to the castle. Adira and Amelia were ahead and chatting happily. Quirin rode up to Hector’s side and stayed at the same pace. Hector could feel his eyes on him and felt irritated.

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I know. You’re just starin’ at me. Spit it out.”

Quirin shrugged, “I guess I’m just curious if you gave her the earrings? But you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Hector huffed, “Yes I gave ‘em to her. I apologized too if you’re wonderin’.”

“What did she say?”

Hector thought about their exchange, the weird fluttering in his stomach returned. “A lot of stuff. She talks a lot. She accepted my apology and the earrings. That’s all.”

He nodded and was quiet after that. Hector breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Quirin was less pointed about questioning him than Adira was. They were about a mile and a half from the inn when there was yelling behind them.

“They called your name,” Hector explained, looking at Amelia.

They all turned their animals to face back where they had come from. The Brotherhood formed a kind of barrier between Amelia and the mystery person. Lydia, on a horse, came around the bend of trees. “Amelia!”

“Lydia?” Amelia pushed her horse in front of the Brotherhood barrier. “What is it?”

Lydia slowed her horse who was panting heavily, “It’s a group of bandits! They were sayin’ something about gettin' their due now that the Dark Kingdom’s influence isn’t here anymore. Jarin is arguin’ with their leader and trying to get them to leave but they aren’t listenin’! Please can ya help us?”

The Brotherhood watched Amelia as she took in the information. Her gaze hardened and her hands tightened on her reins. Amelia was quiet as she contemplated everything Lydia had said.

Lydia spoke up again, “I know Jarin was a jerk to you. I don’t blame you for hatin’ him…and I’m not tryin’ to tell ya what to do….but we really need your help.” She hesitated and studied Amelia’s expression, which remained indifferent. “They were threatenin’ to hurt some of the people in the square if Jarin didn’t give ‘em what they wanted.”

Amelia sighed deeply, “Okay Lydia. I will go back.”

“What?!” Hector asked incredulously. “You’re gonna help that asshole after all he did?”

Her gaze trained on him and Hector was surprised to see how soft it was. “I’m not going to help Jarin. I’m going to help the people. They don’t deserve this.”

He pursed his lips and nodded, his anger melting into a similar discernment. They quickly followed Lydia back. As they approached the town square, Amelia felt a pang of anxiety as they turned down the road to the main hall. She heard the two men before even seeing them. The crowd spread apart for them as they rode up to the stables. Amelia stopped her horse at the edge of the group of people that had gathered around them.

"We don't have to do anything you say! We are not going to pay you to keep our roads safe when you're the ones who plunder it!" Jarin's face was red and a finger was pointed into the other man's chest.

"I'd think about my offer more carefully if I were you," the bandit leader replied. He was a tall and broad man, with long dark hair framing his strong jawline. He was dressed well and sported some impressive weaponry strapped all about him.

Amelia took a deep breath and dismounted. At this point, she wasn't terribly worried. It sounded like he wanted them to pay a tax to keep their town and roads 'safe' from any unwanted activity. And after last night she knew the Brotherhood would have her back. She slowly approached them and stood just off to the side as they continued their tirade at one another.

The bandit was the first to acknowledge her. He looked her over and smirked, "And what can I do for a pretty little thing like yourself?"

"What is your business here?" Amelia's voice was firm and unwavering.

"Straight and to the point hm? I like that. What's your name my dear?"

Amelia's face remained cool and calm, "I am Ambassador Amelia Renya from the Dark Kingdom. And who are you?"

"Roark Tryss,” he took her hand and kissed it, lingering longer than needed. He gave her a roguish wink and she replied with a coy smile.

Hector felt his eye twitch and was tempted to step up right behind her. What is he getting at? He glanced at Amelia and did a double take. A warmth spread through him seeing that she was wearing the earrings he’d gotten her this morning. He gently shook his head, trying to keep his focus on the situation.

"She's no one of your concern. She was just about to leave," Jarin hissed, his glare first at Amelia, then it found Lydia in the crowd.

"Actually I was requested back here, Jarin. Since, as you know, you are still currently a part of the Dark Kingdom."

Roark side-eyed Jarin, "You said you weren't associated with them anymore?"

"We aren't."

"Technically," Amelia butt in before they could start up again. "The paperwork hasn't been signed yet by King Edmund. Therefore, the city of Grey is still under the Dark Kingdom's jurisdiction." She looked at the bandit, "So I would think carefully before threatening them."

Jarin scowled at her, as if saying that the city, his city, still being under control of the Dark Kingdom was burning him. There was a tense silence as the two men stared at Amelia. The Brotherhood stood nearby, ready to step in if needed. Quirin felt calm, recognizing that the bandit was thinking through what she said. He smiled seeing her confident stance, despite being almost a foot shorter than both men. The only thing that worried him was the hostile energy rolling off Jarin.

Suddenly, Roark threw back his head in a loud laugh, "Ya know, I kinda like you Ambassador."

“Most people do,” Amelia casually replied. Then her face went somber, “But I must tell you. If you continue to threaten them while under our rule, I’m afraid we will have to take those threats seriously.” She paused, letting him take in the weight of her words. “And I must let you know, we are not idle people Roark.”

The serious shift in his expression caused Hector to step forward slightly and lock eyes with him. Hector straightened his posture to stand tall, his defensive instincts thrumming in his veins. Roark looked back to Amelia, "Seems so." His eyes found Jarin. "We're not finished yet. We'll be back in a few weeks to finish this."

Roark gave Amelia a sly wink, then motioned for his men to follow them. They all watched them leave. Once they were out of sight, Jarin whirled on her, "Of course you came swooping in here! Meddling into our business again!" Amelia held back the urge to snap on him, when someone from the crowd stepped forward. Both their gazes turned to the woman.

"It's okay, Jarin. She bought us enough time that when they come back we will have all those extra guards."

Amelia's face fell into a confused frown, then an annoyed realization. Her eyes found Jarin looking away from her angry gaze.

"You didn't tell them?" Jarin went to answer but she cut him off. "What else have you been promising your people here? Telling them what they want to hear and when we don't deliver, blaming it all on us?"

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Tell them,” Amelia threatened through gritted teeth. When he didn’t reply she added on, “Or I will.”

"Of course you keep trying to meddle into our business! Proving how great you are and trying to-”

“This isn’t a pissing contest Jarin!” Amelia’s sharp words reverberated off the main hall and the surrounding buildings. “This is about the safety of the people! Your people.”

“I can protect my people, Ambassador. I don’t need you telling me what to do,” Jarin sneered.

Amelia rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh, “I’m not telling you what to do Jarin. Now, either you tell them the truth or I will.” Jarin folded his arms and stared at her defiantly. Amelia clenched her jaw, “Fine.” She turned and faced the people. A smear of anxiety swept through her at their hardened gazes. Gripping her rock she felt the anxiety melt. “I am sorry to deliver this news to you, but once Grey has officially seceded from the Dark Kingdom you won’t have any of our guards here. Nor the supplies.”

Angry sounds came from all around her. Amelia took a deep breath, letting them process that information. Her eyes opened to the Brotherhood, they were on edge. She felt dread fill her at the idea of them trying to get her and themselves out of here safely. If the crowd became too restless, too rowdy, they could easily be in deep trouble. Trying to fight their way out wouldn't end well. She was determined to make sure they all left here safely.

“How can you just abandon us?!”

“This is exactly why we want to secede!”

“No wonder Jarin hates the Dark Kingdom!”

Amelia held out her hands, hoping to placate the crowd. “I understand your frustrations, but you must understand. The guards we have are spread extremely thin. If Grey is not apart of our kingdom it is difficult for us to-”

“You say you’re trying to do this for our safety, like you care for our people, yet you are taking the guards away!”

Amelia looked to the general direction of the comment. “I do care about the people here. I thought Jarin had made everyone aware of this consequence. This was something that was discussed months ago when seceding was first brought up.” There was more murmuring in the crowd. “Jarin told me that it was clear that the guards would be removed. We let him know that we can still send guards here when called upon, but we need to divide our resources more efficiently.” The Brotherhood could see her pause, like she was holding something back. “We even offered some supplies to help for your first few months after seceding, but Jarin reassured me that it wasn’t needed.”

“You lying bitch!” Jarin snarled, stepping towards her.

Amelia stood her ground and a voice called out from the crowd, “How do we know she is telling the truth?”

“Other than my word, you don’t know,” Amelia replied calmly. “I will say, if I really didn’t care why did I come back today? Even if you aren’t a part of the Dark Kingdom, you are within our borders. We want to ensure you succeed, even as your own city state.”

“Quit lying to them!” Jarin hollered, his voice was going hoarse.

Amelia turned to face him now, her posture still confident and strong. “I’m not lying to them, Jarin. You see, that’s the thing about me. I may be an annoyingly shrill and bitchy 'politician', but at least I’m honest.”

Jarin was silent, glaring at her. Hector watched him carefully, worried what was going to happen next. The crowd had calmed more and more as Amelia talked to them, but he was still concerned what Jarin would say to rile them up again.

“So, I am offering everyone here this,” Amelia faced the crowd once more. “We are always looking to expand our population at the castle. I know you were hurt in many ways by being sent away all those years ago. King Edmund is not only looking to rebuild relations with the surrounding kingdoms, but with all the people in the Dark Kingdom as well. This includes you. The Moonstone and its black rocks were a terrible blight on this land that is now gone. Hopefully, this gives us all a clean slate to fix those past mistakes and misdeeds. To start anew. King Edmund wanted me to extend this offer to anyone willing to move to the city center or surrounding areas of the castle.

"I am sorry that we cannot keep a set of guards here once you are seceded, but it is in the contract that we are to retract any Dark Kingdom officials from the city unless they are requested. Any questions you have may be directed at Jarin, as he was a part of the decision-making when the contract was drafted. I am also available by letter to answer any questions you might have. My hope is that this can be a start of a peaceful time between all of us."

The information hung in the air, like a thick mist. Amelia scanned the faces of the crowd, her nerves firing all sorts of instinctual cues at her. To run. To stand her ground. To keep talking. To lie, even. The hum of conversation filled the air and the tension started dissipating. Some people were breaking off of the group and returning to their lives. Others stayed talking to one another. Amelia let out a sigh of relief and stared at her feet for some time, trying to calm the storm inside her.

Quirin chuckled to himself, "She is really good at this."

"Yes," Adira added on. "I really thought we were going to be fighting our way out through a mob of angry people."

Hector grunted and folded his arms. Amelia sauntered over through the now moving crowd, her head pounding with every step she took and an exhausted expression plastered on her face. "I'm ready to go back to the castle."

Before any of them could acknowledge her request, there was a small commotion behind her. Their gazes all fell upon Jarin, pushing his way through the crowd, straight for Amelia. As a group of people passed in front of them, Amelia took a step back, almost bumping into Quirin.

He touched her upper arm and leaned down, whispering into her ear, "We're here for you."

Amelia nodded slowly and straightened her posture. Jarin stopped a few feet in front of her, his eyes scanned behind her before their gazes locked. "Well, you certainly got what you wanted didn't you?"

“I only wish for them to be informed, Jarin. The decision to secede doesn’t just include you and your interests,” Amelia stated firmly.

“Well,” he grumbled, then plastered on a fake smile. “Shall we make it that way? Let us renegotiate the contract and make it so we can help the people here rather than hurt.”

“No.” Amelia turned and approached her horse.

“I’m sorry?” Jarin blinked several times. Even the Brotherhood watched her with curious eyes.

Amelia mounted her horse and looked down at him, “I said no.”

Jarin scoffed, “It is a simple request, Ambassador. I don’t see how-”

“I apologize, but my time is very valuable. I was asked to return to the castle today and so I must.”

"You won't give up any more time for us? I thought we were still technically a part of the Dark Kingdom? Still your people!" Jarin called out, looking at the few people who were still in the square.

Amelia let out a tired sigh. "Jarin, I have spent four days here. Four days in which you hardly spoke to me and dismissed me every time I tried to speak with you." Her voice grew sharp. "If you wanted to renegotiate the terms of the contract, which we finalized over a month ago, then you should have said something when I arrived."

"You can't spare even one day of your precious time to help us?"

Amelia's eyes narrowed, any trace of civility now gone, "Are you aware I was only supposed to be here for three days?" Jarin's smug smirk fell. "I requested to stay here an extra day for the dinner you invited me too. And yes, I didn't end up attending, but there were extenuating circumstances. Not to mention, my invitation had been withdrawn."

Hector and Adira snickered at Jarin’s flummoxed demeanor. “Yes well, uh, I have- or I will -talk with my son and ensure his apology is given to you. That was an unforeseeable and unfortunate-”

“Jarin.” Amelia’s voice made him wince. Her gaze on him was fierce and Adira felt a prickle of concern. It melted as Amelia took a deep breath and her gaze softened, only slightly. “Enough with the lies. I do not need you to grovel at me. I only wish for you to take being a leader here seriously and think about things other than yourself. I also hope you will work on letting your hatred for King Edmund go. It’s poisoning you.”

“Don’t lecture me on my personal life, Ambassador. I could do the same to you,” Jarin growled.

Amelia pursed her lips and nodded, “Fair enough. If you wish to renegotiate the contract, I am more than happy too. When would be a good time to return.” His wide eyed stare and lack of a response made her eye twitch. “You may write to me at the castle and I will respond in a timely manner to fast track the process. Good-bye Jarin. I hope we are able to figure something out.”

Jarin went to reply, but was interrupted by several villagers with questions about the seceding contract. He only nodded to Amelia and then left quickly. She couldn’t help the smirk that played on her lips as more people began to gather around him. A part of her hated that this is what had happened, but a larger part of herself was glad that he was getting what he deserved after everything.

The Brotherhood mounted their animals and together they made their way out of the city of Grey. As they were leaving the square, Amelia spied Talon with his friends at the corner of a building. As they passed he nodded and bowed his head at Amelia. She looked at him stoically and noticed the bruising on his nose that spread to his eyes. Her brow raised, realizing that his kinder attitude towards her and his injuries were probably no coincidence. Hector nodded to Talon with a dark and knowing look. They continued on and Amelia glanced at each of the Brotherhood, her eyes lingered on Hector who only shrugged. She tried to turn away before they could see her small smile, but was unsuccessful. Once they were far enough away, the Brotherhood all started laughing.

Amelia’s face was serious, “What?”

“I wish I could have a painting made of Jarin’s face when you called him out about yesterday. That was priceless,” Adira punctuated each word of the last sentence.

Amelia tried to smile, but her nagging thoughts were slithering deeper into her mind. Quirin rode up to her side, “You really did well back there. I know I’m not as experienced in matters of the court, but that was very impressive Amelia.”

“Thank you Quirin.” Her voice was small and distant.

“Come on Amelia! You really stuck it to ‘im back there!” Hector’s giddy attitude was almost infectious.

Amelia’s grip on her reins tightened. “Yes, I ‘stuck it to him’ as you say. But I still failed to stop Grey from seceding. They will still leave the Dark Kingdom, even though I was sent there specifically to prevent that from happening.”

Adira’s brow furrowed, “Edmund only said you needed to try to prevent that from happening. It wasn’t a deal breaker if it didn’t happen Amelia.”

“You don’t understand,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“Understand what?”

“I’m not worried about what King Edmund will say,” Amelia stated, her eyes focused on the road ahead. “I’m worried about how this will make us look to other countries and diplomats.”

“What d’you mean?” Hector asked.

“It’s a major sign of incompetency if you can’t keep your cities in line.” Amelia stated flatly. Adira and Hector saw Quirin’s eyes turn down. “Allowing a city or area to secede is a flaw in the system, according to other kingdoms. If we can’t even keep our cities in line, what makes us trustworthy to other kingdoms that we will keep our trades and goods flowing? Or keep our end of the treaties made?” There was a strained silence as the animals walked. Adira and Hector looked to Quirin who solemnly nodded, telling them that she was right. She sighed, “Don’t let me bring your spirits down. I’m going to ride ahead and I would like to be left to my thoughts. I have a lot of things to go over.” Her horse trotted ahead slightly then returned to a walking pace. She was alone yet again. Just as I deserve.

#tangled the series #tts hector #tts adira #tts quirin #tts brotherhood #Amelia Renya #amelia oc #HectorxAmelia #fanfiction #sneak peak #had this idea for a long time #happy that it turned out #early merry christmas

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