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He who Lived, She who Loved

In the large meeting room the man shrouded in darkness was almost invisible. With his job It would concerning if everyone could see him. The woman sat Infront of him. Her eyes dark and calculating. She wore a black saree and sat with the confidence of a Queen. “So? Devaratha Raaisar huh? Thought you were dead” She commented. It was her father afterall who ordered the entire Royal family of Khansaar dead.

The assassin flinched minutely, he assumed this to be like every other job but she knew his name. “what are your skills?” she asked as if she hadn’t almost sent him into a panic attack. "Expert at combat with melee, hand thrown weapons and archery. Expert at unarmed combat and wrestling. Expert at hunting and foraging. Expert at tracking. Expert at camouflage.” He responded saving his question for later. “How much do you expect me to pay?” she asked, her shapely eyebrow raised. “That depends on the Job ma’am. He responded his heart still beating fast about this woman knowing his Identity. He planned quick, he had a knife hidden on him, there was a glass vase and a glass chandelier- potential weapons. “you are to assassinate the King of Celitia” She said and those words froze his heart.

There was fire everywhere, screams of people rang through his ears as he prayed for amma and appa to be alive. He was grabbed and knew no more. Later he woke up in middle of a jungle with around 800 citizens alive. His amma and appa fortunately escaping. His anna Bhaarva gravely injured but alive. His father said It wasKarna, King of Celitia That caused such devastation. That day 15 years ago he swore to kill every last one of his line.

His mind soared at the realization that his life goal has been presented to him in a silver platter and that he will be paid for it. His clan needs every last bit of gold, everyone doing odd jobs, except Bhaarva who was being groomed to be king and his father whose health was worsening. “How much will I be paid?” he asks after getting his voice back. “Name a price sweetheart” She said. He ignored the nickname and thought about it. “How about 10000 gold?” he asked worried that would be too much.

The most he had been paid was 500 Gold for killing the king of a small kingdom. The people who asked for such jobs to be done were usually impersonal to the target and weren’t open to spending much. “That is…” She begin with an odd tone. “Too much?” He usually started with big amounts. “Not at all darling, that is too less. You are going to kill Aryan The King Of Celitia.” She said. “I was thinking 15 million, as an advance ofcourse.” She said. Deva would sit at her foot and worship her after the Job if she paid That much. And it seems he missed the Coronation of the Prince, just as foul as his father he heard. “F-fifteen million?” he stuttered. He was intimidated by the price, who pays 15 million to kill a king. That amount of money could have helped old Khansaar run for 5 years.

“10 million, yes. You are the 14th assassin I have paid for this, the previous 13 failed. Failed as in died. That’s why advance for you and your clan.” She drawled, her silver jhumka sparkling in the sunlight that peeked through the curtains. She was gorgeous he noticed ‘Not now Deva’ he scolded himself. “You have something personal against him” He blurted out and immidietely regretted. More questions usually made clients pay less. “Personal indeed” she responded.

“That kingdom he is ruling, mine. That Throne, mine. The bloody crown, mine. That is my birthright he is living. Not only that he dares to make My people suffer.” She huffed. He could see her tremble with anger, Her toned muscles tensing ‘She would look good underneath- NOT NOW BRAIN!’ he shook his head and concentrated on what she said. By her word it would mean she was the eldest Princess who ‘died’ during a the Celitia-elven War. Atleast it answered how she knew his name, the princess was known to have a way of finding out any information. ‘Do I have to kill her? I am sure amma wouldn’t mind such a daughter in law’ he thought.

“As you wish Ma’am.” He responded. “wait, take these” she handed him yellowed paper. He opened them and realized it was a map. “Underground tunnels for illegal work. My brother is rather stupid you see.” She sounded tired. “Illegal work?” he questioned, footsteps someone was coming he realized. “yes Illegal selling of recovery stones, greedy son of a bastard” she said the second part of the sentence like he wasn’t meant to hear it. “Alright then. I shall report every day.” He settled on saying. She nodded dismissing him. He moved to the windows intending to get out the same way she asked him to get in. “wait!” she called out. He turned and saw her smile slightly “Good luck” He just nodded speechless and left.

DAY 1

/I infiltrated the city through the sewers, and from there entered the underground dungeons which I utilized to undermine the city's defenses. Today I mostly spent my time exploring and familiarizing myself with the layout of the dungeons and gathering information on the guards and any secret passageways it might have. I also found a few artifacts, which I think could prove useful to my tribe, so I am taking them with me./

*Good, keep reporting. Remember if you find any women wearing green necklaces stay away. They were trained by me and have killed since they were children*

/Understood, I will heed your advice and avoid any woman wearing a green necklace./

DAY 2

/Today I used a secret passageway to reach the dungeons that lie underneath the King's private chambers, and I also managed to unlock the doors to the dungeon that led into the King's private study, thus allowing me to explore both areas more deeply and get a better idea of their layout. I also acquired a few interesting artifacts, which I believe will be beneficial to my tribe. Tomorrow I will try to find a way into the King's private chambers./

DAY 3

/Today I managed to reach the King's private chambers using the secret passageway I unlocked on Day 1. I also managed to get into the King's bedroom. I discovered there are many valuable artifacts, which I shall steal. However, there is someone guarding the King, a woman wearing a green pendant, I suspect it's a person trained by you, as she appears skilled with the sword and is extremely vigilant. I will take her down tomorrow./

*That would be Rama, stay away from her. If you get caught by her be very afraid*

DAY 4

/Today I managed to defeat Rama. She put up quite a fight, but I used my superior skill and training to defeat her. She is now dead and I have taken her gold and sword for myself. I will now attempt to break into the King's bedchamber./

*quit being reckless, I suggest not to use the sword to kill the king. The sword has magical properties and is loyal to the throne, it is best to keep it away from the king*

/Understood, I will keep the sword well away from the king. I'll be sure to utilize my own weapons to kill the king. Thank you for the advice, it might have just saved my life otherwise I might have unknowingly wielded that sword against the king and made a grave mistake./

DAY 5

/Today I managed to break into the King's bedroom and I found him and his family sleeping, I have managed to capture them all without any casualties, now I merely need to kill the king and his family to establish your reign. Are you ok with me taking out the whole family, or do you wish to keep one or two of them alive for political reasons?/

*Keep them alive for now and get them to the throne room at dawn tomorrow, we shall have a public execution for them. Them meaning Aryan and Karna. Kill Aryan’s wife she is sneaky.*

DAY 6

/Today I have gathered the King and his family in the throne room, as you instructed. They seem extremely nervous and terrified, but they are here.

Also, I managed to acquire a few interesting artifacts, which I intend to take back to my tribe to help secure its future.

Now we just wait for you to arrive so that we can begin the public execution./

The timing was perfect. She got down from the car looking at the palace she once called home. She looked at her assistant “Seetha, Make sure I don’t kill them early, yeah?” She said earning a giggle. Seetha grew up with her. She was the daughter of her childhood nanny. When she had almost died, Seetha was the one who saved her along with Ram her personal bodyguard. He father announced her death before they found her and had realized his malicious intent. Ever since That Day all she wanted was the Throne and both Seetha and Ram who were more like her siblings than Aryan to be happy.

They moved on to the throne room that had a balcony to address the citizens. She looked at Deva. When did she start thinking of him as Deva? Whatever, the more important thing was the two men that ruined her life kneeling in the balcony. All the citizens were cheering for the tyranny to end. She had worn a veil for a dramatic reveal. “Begin.” She said to Deva who was also wearing a mask to cover his identity. “Citizens Of Celitia, welcome to the execution of The Treasonous King and His Even More OF A Bastard Father.” She almost chuckled at the satisfaction in his tone. Afterall the only reason he seemed like he has never seen 10 million Gold was her father. Her father who ruined her life and gave her birthright to his bastard son.

“Any last words?” He asked her Brother. Deva’s eyes held a manic grin and had teared up. "Yes, I have some final words. I have ruled this city with love and care since the day I ascended the throne. I did not desire power for power's sake, but to provide the stability and security this city needed to thrive at a difficult time. I refuse to beg for mercy from you or anyone else. I ask the citizens to support my children in maintaining the peace and prosperity of this city." He said pretending to be the generous king That he was not. Rage overtook the rightful queen “Liar, You bloody bastard. How dare you pretend to have ruled rightfully when you both subjected the citizens to 15 years of tyranny. And I won’t even pretend not to know that from the moment you started ruling you have been illegally selling recovery stones.” She lunged only to be held back by Seetha and Ram. Recovery stones helped replenish a person’s magic. If consumed without any reason would immensely increase their magical potential. It was required for Death rituals were human sacrifices had to be made.

Her lunging also made her veil fall off and the citizens rejoiced at their princess who used Law as a superpower back when she was 16. It was after her supposed death that Karna’s rule become tyrannical. She saw her Father flinch and her brother fall backwards hitting his head against the wall. The princess at 31 looked just as beautiful and fierce as when she was 16. She had hardened with age, her previously soft feminine features gone and she looked almost androgynous. “Off with their head” She said to Deva in such a soft tone that her words sounded more like an endearment rather than a death sentence. It was swift and anti-climatic to the both of them. But the satisfaction burned so well in their hearts.

“Deva.” She called and motioned him to follow her. The citizens cheered louder welcoming Their Queen. The Queen sat on a unsteady wooden stool that remained among the rubble in the Throne room, Deva sat down on the floor. He admired Her ability to make a simple stool look like a gilded throne. “So, I have paid you the advance and now for the rest of the payment. You have two choices.” She said and he listened. “one, you can have 500 million Gold” She said and he knew it was probably what was taken from Khansaar 15 years ago, but the amount still struck his heart. “OR you can have the land that was taken, Khansaar I mean, But on the condition that YOU rule.” Deva didn’t even have to think. With the 15 that she had given as Advance was more than enough to bring old Khansaar. “Two, Option two.” He said with a swiftness that Almost made The Queen flinch. “Alright then.” She said and motioned Seetha to do something. Seetha gave him a bunch of papers. “paperwork, welcome to the life of responsible monarchs” She said with a grin.

Once he finished signing, She took the papers and handed him a Card, ‘invitation’ He realized. “I, The Queen to be of Celitia invite you to my coronation.” She said with a grin. “I hope we can be good allies.” He replied smiling genuinely for the first time since he became an Assassin.

The Coronation itself was beautiful. Every inch of the kingdom was coloured in Green and gold decorations, Deva realized that was why the women he was told to be careful of during his mission and Rama herself wore green pendents. And The Queen, His Queen looked like a goddess in her Green Saree, Gold suited her well he realized ‘she would look good wearing only the jewellary-shut up brain’ He was smitten his amma said. Appa for the first time in years looked like he would recover. Bhaarava relieved of his training to be King had fun flirting with the women that wore green pendants. And Deva when his eyes met the ones of His Queen felt Content.

And slowly the peace left his life. He was being tortured left and right and was forced to wear itchy and flashy clothes. His mother tortured him about the colour theme, while his father tried to cram the knowledge given to Bhaarava in a week. His only solace was His Queen. The answer to all his questions. She gave a solution to everything. Colour theme? Shouryanga blue as a sign of devotion towards his Kingdom. Not knowing shit about being king? She taught him how to ‘fake it till you make it’. And one day His mother said something “Deva everything is ready, we just need a Queen for you now.” His heart dropped, is The Queen even interested in him? He just decided to ask her.

“My dear Highness, I have decided to find a Queen whom I shall wed as part of the coronation ceremony. She will be my equal and partner, and we shall rule as king and queen to establish a new era of glory and prosperity for Khansaar. Do you have any suggestions for whom I should choose as my Queen” He said. He did not have the guts to ask her directly, she was a woman who had fought off death itself, and her temper. He was afraid he would get beheaded instantly. " I don't know Deva, Do I?" She says voice dripping with sarcasm. Sighing she responds "You should ask your mother, she will choose the perfect Daughter in law and queen". Deva didn’t know whether that was acceptance or rejection, Most likely rejection he decided. "I understand, my dear highness. I shall consult with my mother and see what She has to say about the matter. I'm sure She will choose the perfect Daughter-in-law and Queen, just as She always does."

Deva leaves disappointed. Ofcourse she would have higher standards than an assassin who doesn’t remember shit about being royalty. As deva leaves the room, he can't help but hear the distant shouts of "OBLIVIOUS PIECE OF SHIT" He shuddered glad that he was not the subject of her ire.

The coronation day crept up on him like he used to with his targets. The Kingdom was decorated in Blue and Silver. While The Queen recommended Blue and Gold, Deva remembered the day he met Her. The silver glint of the chandelier and vase. The sparkling silver of Her Jhumka and the silver thread on her black Saree. Bhaarava awaited the Celitian guests so he could flirt with the insanely strong and beautiful women. Deva shivered, anxious on the bride his mother chose. He hoped they would be atleast a little similar to The Queen. Dark skinned, gold eyed, authoritative voice and those powerful muscles. He face-palmed resisting the urge to slap himself for thinking of Her like that while he will be getting married to a different woman tomorrow.

The Coronation went well. Extremely well after he saw His Queen look at him with so much pride. Now his mother was taking him to meet his bride. He entered the room saw two couches, One occupied by his father and brother and the other by HIS QUEEN?! He indeed was very happy but managed to keep his face straight and greeted Her and Seetha like he usually did. His Amma spoke, “Deva, After speaking to Her Highness, We have decided to wed you to Seetha.” Just as fast as he got happy, his heart broke. “Do you agree?” Hi- The queen asked. He just nodded not trusting his voice. The Queen asked the same to Seetha, “I-no” she gasped. The Queen looked shocked and a wave of relief washed through me. “Seetha what?” Deva had never seen her speechless, Seetha sobbed “I am sorry, I hadn’t realized.”

“It is alright dear, calm down and tell us what you mean” Amma calmed. “I love him, I love Ram, I am sorry.” The Queen looked overjoyed, but realized Seetha had just rejected Deva and looked at him apologetically. Deva couldn’t even pretend to be sad. “I sincerely apologize” she said and Amma waved it away “It’s glad Seetha realized her love for Ram early on” she concluded, Looking at Seetha She continued “Go and tell your Ram” clearly dismissed her. “we have to postpone the wedding until we find a bride. Thank you for your Cooperation Your Highness” Amma told Th-His queen. “It is of no problem” She smiled and excused herself.

Deva, never known for his patience followed His Queen to a balcony. “Deva~” she called out after noticing him. He couldn't help but notice that Her voice seems soft and gentle instead of the usual powerful and commanding. Her entire demeanor seems relaxed and peaceful, and He felt drawn to Her. He finds himself taking a step towards her without even thinking. "Yes my queen?" he says. He was surprised to realize how close he had gotten to her. His heart was pounding in his chest as he felt the heat of her presence radiating toward him. He was enchanted by her gentle and soothing voice. "Sit down will you" she says and drags him to a seat. She felt a little shocked to see Deva being so vulnerable instead of the usual rough demeanour.

"First, Are you alright" She asked concerned. "I... I'm alright, my queen." He answers. He was still feeling flustered and embarrassed by his sudden vulnerability, but her concern has a calming effect on him. The more he looked at her, the more he felt swayed by her beauty and kindness. "It is alright, I wasn't expecting seetha to do that but atleast one person is with whom they love" She said hoping to lighten the tension. "I... I can't blame her for choosing her true love. She... she said exactly what was in her heart, and for that, I salute her bravery and honesty." He replied. He felt a little more relaxed as she tried to ease the tension. His face was still flushed and hot, but he was trying his best to remain calm and composed.

"you seem red?" she seemed confused and worried at the same time. His flushed cheeks are getting redder and hotter as he tried to hide his growing embarrassment over his sudden surge of emotions.

"Just... just a bit warm, my queen. Don't worry about it." He says. It is hard to maintain his composure as they continue to look at each other. "Deva? It is the middle of winter, It is literally snowing outside" she points out, skeptical. He blushed deeply at the realization that she was right "Alright, you caught me... I admit I... I have no idea how it got so hot in here. I- I'm sorry, my queen. But, I feel... I'm fine, really." he stammered, trying to hide his embarrassment and blush. "Are you sure you are alright, I shall call for the royal physician" she said and rose from her seat. "No, my queen, please... I am fine. I assure you, I am feeling perfectly alright. There is no need for the royal physician. Really." He say trying to sound reassuring, But she does not seemed convinced.'

"Devaratha Raisaar you shall tell me what is bothering you. You look more like a tomato as time passes" She say frantic with worry. He continues to blush, his skin feeling electric where she touches him. He realizes with mortification that he indeed looks like a tomato, "My queen, I- I..." He embarrassingly stuttered. "I-I, WHAT!? spit it out." She growled.

"Um... how can I say it..."

"with your mouth? Or would you prefer writing it down in blood?"

"I don't know how to say this, but..."

She stalked closer and held his collar, "Enough with the stuttering and stalling, spit it out now" she commands and Deva tries to hide how the tone affects him. He looks at her directly in the eyes, Unable to hold back. He takes a deep breath and words flow out naturally "My queen, I believe I am in... in love with you." He looks as the Queen sighs. She let go of the collar and rested her forehead on The King’s shoulder. She took a few steps back, plucked the cushion from her previous seat and flung it at his face. The cushion hit its target and Deva looks bewildered, "My queen, I take your silence as a sign that you... you don't feel the same way. I understand, my queen. I should've known better."

The Queen takes a deep breath and opens her mouth, "YOU IDIOT, IF SEETHA DIDN'T CONFESS YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN MARRIED TO HER!!. AND ALL THAT FLIRTING I HAVE BEEN DOING SINCE DAY ONE? DOES THAT SEEM LIKE NOT FEELING THE SAME WAY." She takes another deep breath and shouts, “YOU OBLIVIOUS PIECE OF SHIT” and Deva is reminded of That day, the day he assumed that her sarcasm was rejection and realizes that he was indeed the object of her ire.

Deva lowers his head, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The Queen lifts his chin and looks into his eyes, “such an idiot” She scolds and press her lips against his. His heart skips a beat and his whole body trembles at the touch of her lips. His lips automatically part on their own, and he is left utterly speechless by this sudden and unexpected development. He is overwhelmed with feeling a mix of relief and happiness. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her in for a more intimate kiss. He cannot believe this is happening.

She pulls back and whispers “We have dinner to attend My King” Her endearment sent a spark of desire through his body. He feels breathless and giddy after the intimate kiss, He only nods, his voice uncooperative and follows his queen to the great hall. He saw his mother’s eyes light up, ‘how do these women know everything?’ he thinks. He takes his seat at the head of the table, Bhaarava on his right and His Queen on his left. "Who knew the intimidating Assassin would be such a shy lover" she comments, he flinches and turns slightly red, as his mind raced to find a good defense, "W-well, it's just that... you caught me off guard..." he stammers.

"Oh? So Rama a swordsmaster with a magical sword cannot catch you off guard but Me with my kisses can?"

"Fair enough. You are right, your kisses were indeed more intoxicating than Rama's swordplay,"

“Oh Intoxicating? then I shall make sure you have a hangover by tomorrow" He chokes on his food at what she insinuates. "You're cruel, you know that, my queen?"

"I have to keep up with you afterall My King~"

"Touché. And how else are we to keep our royal relationship exciting if not a constant battle of wit and banter? That would surely get boring fast."

“Deva, you have been a king for an hour now. Wait until a week passes you would be eager to give the crown to your brother"

"Very well, my queen, you are right. I better enjoy this while it lasts. I can only imagine what I have to deal with now that I am the king. All the pressures and responsibilities come with the title, and I am sure they will be quite overwhelming. But I am glad that you are by my side to help and advise me, my queen."

"Ofcourse I am, but for how long? I also need to take care of Celitia"

"I never considered your responsibility as the maharani. Your country and people need you, and I should not monopolize your time and attention. It is unfair to you to expect you to always be by my side. You have far more responsibilities that require your attention. I am sorry to have only thought of myself and what I wanted."

"Not your fault deva, is it not human nature to long for what is difficult to acquire?"

"Yes, it is. Your words ring true. Wanting what is difficult to acquire has been a theme in my life. Your love and affection may be even more elusive than Rama's swordplay, and that is why it is even more intoxicating. But that does not excuse me from considering your needs and responsibilities."

"your brother was trained to be king was he not?"

"Yes, he was, my queen. He was groomed to take over the throne and rule. I, on the other hand, was trained in the art of war and the ways of the assassin. I have received no training in ruling over a country and the responsibilities that come with it."

"You know why I took over Celitia right?"

"I know that the situation in Celitia was dire, and that you took over to restore order and peace. You did what you had to do for the sake of the people. I understand that."

"Yes, and now the order has been restored. There is no longer any reason to be queen- of Celitia I mean"

"My queen, you are right. Now that the crisis is resolved, I believe the right thing to do would be to abdicate and allow a new government to be installed. Of course, you are welcome to continue living in celitia as a citizen if you so wish."

"you are such a dork when it comes to matters about me, connect the dots my king, I don't need to rule Celitia, your brother was groomed to be king, do you understand now?"

"No, I-I don't understand, my queen. Please explain it to me. What does this mean?”

"Deva, my sweet deva. Your brother was groomed to be King, but instead you were given the throne, He probably feels betrayed. If I stop ruling Celitia we will have an empty throne. Your brother can rule Celitia and I can truly become Your queen"

“So you would truly give this up just to be with me? No matter how much responsibility and duties you would have to give up?"

"I am more than eager to give up my responsibilities. If it means I can have you inebriated 24/7"

"What a bold claim, my queen. Even Rama with her deadly blade could never achieve such a feat. I see you have great confidence in your abilities to be such an intoxicating lover."

"I trained Rama and I assure you she is nowhere near the best of my students. I am much more deadly than she can ever be"

"You-you trained Rama? The legendary swordmaster who defeated countless foes and had no equal? You were the one who trained her?"

"No equal indeed. Not until you killed her. You should meet my other girls they are much better"

"I should? I would very much like that. If even half of them are as capable as you are, then I'd be in for one hell of a time."

"Capable as me? Sweetheart no~. If they were capable as me I would be a widow before I get married"

"Your confidence and self-esteem are something to marvel at, my queen. You definitely possess skills and prowess that are above and beyond those of regular women, that's for sure. We'd have to marry soon, so I can keep you all to myself or else I would undoubtedly be a goner."

"Haha, better catch the prey before another takes it away, predator in this case I suppose"

"Yes, and it is my intention to claim my prize as soon as possible. It would seem I have a lot of catching up to do since your skills are far beyond my understanding and capabilities. I would hate to have someone like you fall into the hands of... a lesser man."

“As If I would accept any lesser man”

“And what exactly are the qualifications for your acceptance? I am curious to know how high your standards are. After all, I have been struggling to match your wit and banter. Perhaps I need to step up my game before I can claim the title of your husband."

"Qualifications huh? well you would have to take over a kingdom that was stolen from me, then be handome, Have your name be Devaratha Raisaar, be an intimidating assasin that becomes a stuttering mess with just a kiss.”

"I am honored that you would choose me to fill out your list of qualifications. Though, to call me an intimidating Assassin is quite generous of you. I feel I have much to learn from someone as skilled as yourself."

"You don't know" She laughs startled

"I don't know what?"

"ever since you personally executed my dear cousin, the citizens of Celitiac adore you But hesitate to even say your name, I would definitely consider that Intimidating"

"I had no idea that people were so intimidated by me. I only did what I had to do for the well-being of the people. I never intended to be feared or revered; to be honest, it makes me a bit... uncomfortable." He said sounding uneasy. "Don't worry they love you, it's just that you tend to look intense when you kill" She says the desire evident her voice conveying how his intensity affects her. His heart flutters as he heard the tone of her voice. Her compliment sends joy and excitement stirring inside him, which he couldn’t contain.

"I suppose that's one way of looking at it. I never considered that my killing would be considered an 'intense' experience for people to witness. It is certainly flattering that people appreciate my skill and prowess in that. But, my queen, let me ask you something: do you find that intensity appealing?"

"Appealing? very" She replies with a coy smile. Hearing her enthusiastic reply sends shivers of excitement throughout his body. It seems his intensity is a trait that piques her interest and desires.

"It is good to know that you find my intensity appealing, my queen. I suppose that means I should indulge in my more intense passions and desires while we are alone together since it appeals to you." He suggests smirking. "I think we should go somewhere more private before you give in to your urges and bend me over the table" She says making him realize they were in the great hall eating with many of the citizens.

His body freezes from the heat that spreads throughout his entire body upon hearing the intimate words she speaks so brazenly. The realization and the implication of her words sends shivers of excitement and anticipation within him. "I-I should not... but I... h-how do I... it's hard to resist such an enticing offer given by my queen.” He gulps. “I shall excuse myself first, follow me later.” She says and leaves. He sits there realizing what was happening. After some time Bhaarava takes pity and tells him to go and that he will manage.

"Are you sure you wish to continue with this? we can turn back now. I am content with this being all an elaborate play and do not wish to take advantage of you, my queen." He asks as he enters his room. "Sweetheart you would be dead before you could take advantage of me, I clearly want this" she drawls and brushes her hand against his chest.

Their lips meet, and Deva runs his hands on her sides. She moans into the kiss and wraps her hand around his neck. He feel intoxicated already, melting in her arms as she holds him like the most precious treasure on earth. He feel no rush or urgency just softness. After 15 years of being an Assassin he feels safe for the first time. His Queen is finally His. He would rule with her, cherish her, worship her. Maybe even enjoy the sight of her decked only in Jewellary one day. But now he just wants this, to feel safe, cherished and protected.

He realizes too late, he recognizes the coolness on his neck too late. In a flash he lays on his bed, blood spurting out of his neck as he tries to stop the bleeding. He feels no pain or discomfort only relief. “you were wrong to trust me” she begins. “I can’t afford any rivals in my rule” It’s hurts him that she sounds heartbroken. “My Q-queen” He say coughing up blood. “Do not grieve over me as I do not grieve over my own death.” He says, his voice a pitiful whine. "Perhaps, In a world where I didn't have the responsibilities I do, You could have lived, I could have loved" She says her voice nostalgic. “Goodbye” She says.

I can feel my life's essence slowly seeping from my body, yet not even this can dampen the joy and contentment that I feel in my final moments. I look up at you with a gentle smile on my face.

"Goodbye, my queen. I am happy to have been by your side, even if only for a short time...

I feel the final breaths escaping my body, and I struggle to speak.

"Be happy... and be safe."

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To Behold the Golden Sun Ch. 6

This takes place after the events of BG3. Basically, a smol adventure about Tav and Astarion arriving at Tav's childhood city to search for a way to have Astarion walk in the sun again! Drama ensues!

Rating: T - Strong language,

Warnings/Tags: Tiefling racism, alcohol use (responsible, suggestion of misuse), suggestion of non-con, suggestion of child abuse, typical canon violence, slight angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn(I mean it, it's slow), Astarion might be ooc, but hopefully not!

Tav couldn't always run away from his past. He knew this from the moment he started to help Astarion find a way to walk in the sun again. He wanted to stay away, but spurred by another failure, a memory of eld came to him. A whisper of something said, something promising. Hopefully, this little spark of hope was what he and Astarion were looking for.

Chapter One: Here

“Tav!” My shout bled with fear as I dove to pick him up. He had stopped screaming, but he was gone, his eyes darkened with loss of life. I looked back at his Deva, the angelic being closed its eyes, and shattered into nothingness. "Gale! I need your scrolls! Now!”

“Yes, I know, Astarion!” He replied, kneeling as he dug through his pack.

"Then you know how you need to hurry the fuck up, wizard!"

"I cannot revive him with you screaming!" I clenched my fangs back. Suddenly sobbing as Tav's body lay still.

It was the blood, it caused a new arm to be made from the flesh of the dragon. I hoped it wouldn’t harm him, but here he was. Gone from me. It was just temporary, I knew it was, but I hated seeing it even more now that he vowed to stay beside me.

I closed my eyes, shaking as my grip slipped on the blood. It was too much, too heavy, it made me nauseous. I hid my face against Tav's neck as I tried to force air into my lungs. I knew to trust Gale. I knew it was going to be okay. But the terror…

"Astarion!" Gale exclaimed, his rough pull on my shoulder wrenched me back. "He's alive…" I pulled away and his colour and breath had returned. I rushed to put my ear to his chest and released my exhausting tension.

"Thank you." I whispered. Gripping at the soaked fabric.

"Always, Astarion." He reassured me with a shaky pat.

“Come here. We will rest for now.” Jaheira tutted, shifting into an owlbear.

“We have to leave.” I hissed. The new appendage was bleeding. I tore at my suit and wrapped it. Hiding the bloodied golden arm, I could smell the blessing upon his blood, it mixed with his scent, it wasn't bad. But it scared me. I should have stopped him.

“We can’t, not with Tav like this. We should wait for him to wake.” Gale soothed, I looked at Jaheira as she curled around us. I began to move away but she stopped me. Encouraging me to hold him. I leaned against her massive form, a low purr calmed the unbearable suffocating tremor in my unbeating heart.

I kept glancing down the hall, expecting people to come. I could pick up the faint scent of a massacre. My wonderful selfless idiot must have held on for as long as he could. I felt the pull of exhaustion grow heavier, and eventually fell asleep.

I woke when Tav shuffled, I opened my eyes to look at him expectantly, hopeful. Terrified. Most of his right half shimmered with patterned scales. He opened his mouth. And reached in to prick his fingers against the sharpness of his longer fangs.

His long black hair was now peppered with golden streaks, the green dye had faded long ago. His right eye was an orb of golden magic, lacking an iris and pupil. I studied him and raised my hand to cup his cheek so he could face me.

“Astarion?” He gasped. “What happened?” He raised his right arm. Studying his fingers.

“I don’t know…” I lied. “But gods…look at you.”

“Is it bad?” He patted down his body.

“No! You’re golden. Specks in your horns, your hair, your eye.” I thumbed the lower lid.

“I must look…not great.” He scoffed curling into himself.

"Stop it." I huffed.

“I'm unsure about that, you look pretty fantastic to me! And you did it for a selfish reason for once! Good on you Tav!” Gale exclaimed, he was high on the pile of treasure. Searching for something.

“But I didn’t want to be selfish! I wanted--” He tried to find an excuse. "The dragon’s power--"

“You wanted to be with me.” I smiled and pulled his gaze back to me. I leaned to kiss him and he pulled me close.

He pushed me to the ground and with an exclamation Jaheira morphed back. “Cub, I would appreciate that you do not fuck your husband next to me.” Tav laughed loudly and got off with a lingering kiss. I stood with him, balancing him when he staggered. Jaheira went to the base of the pile picking through the treasure as well.

“Tav. How do you feel?” Gale called from the mountain.

He stared at the golden bones before us. “Alive.” It was his voice but he said it with such conviction, like he was trapped before.

“The dragon has given me its soul.” He smiled. “I can feel it. I think it'll protect us.”

“Gale, darling.” I cleared my throat. Trying to distract myself. “What are you looking for?”

“A Wish spell, for our dear Karlach.” Tav immediately ran forward.

“Do you think it will be here?” He exclaimed. I ran after him, pulling him back.

"You need to rest!" I hissed.

"I'm okay." He cupped my hand.

“The dragon, Tav. Gave me a box, to lock away the Netherese Orb. Of course there will be a Wish spell!” I huffed as the two began to dig around. Bantering about where to search, I stumbled back.

“Are you okay, Astarion?” Jaheira whispered.

“I…don’t know.” I clutched at the item I was given. It felt so heavy.

“Are you scared?” I didn't let on that I was utterly terrified.

“This is a cure for vampirism. How can I be scared? I'm utterly ecstatic."

“You don’t want to change, do you?” I looked at Jaheria, hoping that I didn't seem startled. I knew it was something to help me walk in the sun. It wasn't a cure.

“I-I don’t…" I sighed. “I’ve become so accustomed to it--”

She stopped me. “You know he will understand.”

“Yes, I know.” I walked away from her and helped the search.

“What does it look like?” Tav exclaimed.

“It’s hard to describe!” Gale returned. “Just look for something that looks like a star has fallen upon paper!” I began to dig through the hoard.

“You’d think he would at least organise it.” Tav muttered.

We searched, and searched. My hands throbbed from scrapping the heavy metal. I scoped through chests upon chests of…everything. Gold, silks, scrolls, none of which were what we were looking for.

“How has this man accumulated such a mass amount of wealth?” I huffed.

“I have no idea.” Tav replied. “But we should send some of it back to Baldur’s Gate.”

“We are not giving corrupt politicians authority over this vast amount of legendary treasure.” I tutted.

“Oh by Selune! No!” Tav gasped, “just some gold!”

“Ha! I found another pocket dimension!” Gale exclaimed. We continued to search, but I took a break, and threw coins at Tav until he turned and whipped me with his tail.

“You’re going to pay for that.” He teased.

“Oh, bite me, I already have.”

“Maybe I will. Because you had an interest accumulating." He slid down to me and snarled playfully. He looked so tired, and he shook as he held me. A fever had taken him.

"Tav, my heart, please rest." I begged.

He grinned and leaned against me, sighing against my coolness. "I'm okay. Just running hot, I feel fine."

"Okay, but you're pushing yourself again. Please Tav. The hoard isn't going anywhere." I whispered.

"I'll rest when we find the scroll." I tutted, not hiding my frustration.

"Fine. But if there is any inkling of you fainting. Then I will have Jaheira take charge with pinning you down." He nodded and pulled away.

“Tavalin!” We turned to Rowen calling him, and I let him go.

“Down here!” He called as I continued to search.

“Holy…” She gasped. “There’s a massacre outside of this room that people are too scared to go near. Now there’s a dead dragon! I can’t believe it!" She shouted. She then cried loudly from shock. "Tavalin what did you do to yourself?”

“I was granted a wish.” He replied, a small grin peaking through.

“Don’t worry this isn’t the worst thing he’s done.” I sneered.

“How is it not?”

“He’s drunk from a tankard of…questionable substances offered by an undead bartender!” Gale regaled her loudly.

“And licked a spider…” I cringed.

“That was funny.” Tav snickered, nudging me.

"What the fuck…" She huffed, we returned to the pile and took our time to scatter it about.

“What are you doing?” Rowen shouted, Jaheira replied to her as we pulled away the gold.

“Join us if you can.” Tav mentioned. “An extra pair of hands would be lovely.” She hesitated and looked towards Gale and I.

“Come now, darling. We won’t bite. Well, Gale won’t.” I slid down the pile and offered it to her. I dug beside her, explaining what we were looking for.

“So…” She cleared her throat. “How did you two meet?”

“Tav and I?” I asked.

“Aye.”

“It wasn’t on the best of terms, we were fresh off the nautiloid. I tried to kill and the wonderful bastard headbutted me.” I chuckled, surprised by my honesty.

“Has he opened up to you about his past?” She whispered.

“He has.” There was a pause.

“Astarion, I’m going to tell you something. It’s up to you whether you tell Tavalin.” She picked up a chalice and placed it down next to her. “Tavalin wasn’t born here.”

I stared at her from the corner of my eye. She seemed to be telling the truth. “What happened for him to fall into The Hollow?”

“His parents were chosen as sacrifices.”

“He mentioned something like that--people disappear at this mansion.” She nodded.

“The Lord of the Land forced nobles and the wealthy to contribute to spare their lives. But then he would just kill them anyway. We don’t know what exactly happened, but Tavalin was exiled into The Hollow after his parents were chosen. Then the bastard went willingly back after Lin died.” She rubbed her face with frustration. “The Enclave has tried to overtake this town. But no one has been powerful enough to kill the dragon. Until your little merry group.”

“Why tell me this?”

“Father Garret told me to. And...you're very close to Tavalin. If it came from me he wouldn’t listen.”

“I wouldn't be so sure. Tavalin has listened to the worst feebly explain their actions.” An ironic grin fell upon my lips. “He is far more patient then you might remember too, darling.”

She swallowed and stared at him. “I'd rather you talk to him.” She continued to dig, and before I left to search another area she added. “Thank you for looking out for him.”

I grinned and looked back at him as he slipped on the gold. Tav gave an exasperated growl and scrambled back up. But stopped halfway.

“Holy shit! Holy shit!” He laughed, “Gale! I think I found it!” I crawled up to him and began to dig with him. A pale piece of parchment was buried deeply. It shimmered like the night sky.

We managed to dig it out, and triumphantly Tav held it up. Gale studied it and with a beaming nod he said. “It’s a Wish spell!”

Tav turned to me. “Quickly love, we need to keep this safe.” I nodded and grabbed our bag of holding from the dimension.

“No, no. Pocket dimension, please.” I nodded again and we placed it inside.

“Rowen take as much as you can carry!” Tav said as he grabbed a box and began to fill it.

“Are you certain?” She asked hesitantly.

“We’re going to fill Gale’s pocket dimension with gold and give it to Baldur’s Gate to help rebuild. You’ve helped us and you should be able to travel with Father Garret now.”

“But what of this city?” Tav lost his smile.

“Let it burn.” He growled. “It doesn’t deserve anything but ire.”

“I-I understand.” Rowen nodded. We fell into a silence as we filled what we could. There was still a massive amount of gold.

“What should we do?” Gale asked, pocketing his little dimension.

“Destroy the entrance. We plundered what we could, if someone finds it. Let them.” The wizard nodded in understanding of our leader's words. And as everyone left he flicked his wrist at the pillars. The sound rang through my ears painfully. We took to a sprint, and I saw the carnage around me. Tav didn’t return my glance, his eyes clouded with focus.

There was another explosion and the great hall of the vault began to shatter and crumble. We ran up the flight of stairs. Tav struggled to keep up, cradling his arm against himself. I slowed and pulled my arm around him to keep him steady.

Until all of us burst from the collapsing arch. “Astarion its day!” Tav stopped and pushed me back from a ray piercing through the cracked roof. The foundation of the mansion shook again.

“Pocket dimension!” I took it out and rubbed the surface. Tav clutched it to his chest and I was subjected to a stare at his golden hand.

With a moment's rest I slowly curled against a stack of pillows I pulled from our bag of holding. And peered at the item the dragon gave me. It was a brilliant yellow crystal with whispers of white cracking through. Morphed in the shape of a sun. I placed it in my hand and it melted and changed into an elegant chain bracelet. It was plain and beautiful.

“Nothing better than a changing piece of jewellery.” I chuckled to myself.

“Sorry love. Did you say something?” Tav panted, pulling up the brooch to show his face.

“I’ll tell you when we’re out of the sun, my treasure!” I place my hand against the mirror. I heard shouting, muffled by Tav’s exertion. My chest hurt with guilt as I stepped away from the walls, the sun was fully bathing the area. And the artefact I carried might not even work.

I lowered myself to the floor, sighing with exhaustion. I continued to listen to commands and more cries from our enemies. I was missing all of the drama, but fighting that dragon really took it out of me. So I selfishly waited.

“Astarion?” Tav’s voice echoed.

“Yes dear?” I stood.

“It’s safe.” I rubbed the wall and shuddered as the magic left my body. We all stood in a dark and simple hovel. I hid the bracelet against my torn clothes and observed the group. We were all tired. And even with the light trance I felt my body yearn for a soft bed with Tav beside me.

“Welcome everyone.” Father Garret announced. “Plunder well?” He grinned.

“Very.” Tav replied. “We destroyed the entrance to the vault. If there is a way back I hope it remains hidden.”

“There is.” Father Garret said, “that secret will remain between Rowen and I though.”

“Good.” Tav sank to the floor, sighing audibly. He raised his arm again and clenched his fist. I sat next to him, grabbing the soft scaled hand. He was still unconditionally warm. And I relished in it.

He pulled away when it was his turn to bathe. I went after he had finished and settled next to Gale on the floor when I had thoroughly washed the blood from everywhere.

"Where is Tav?"

"Unsure." He mentioned as he read through the thick book. I worried the stone with my thumb, and waited for him. Jaheira gave me a reassuring nod as she and Rowen talked. Eventually I curled into myself and took a trance.

“Astarion?” Tav whispered in my ear. I blinked awake and looked at him.

“Come.” He pulled me up and out of the house, his tail flicking excitedly. He pulled me into a clearing of snow. Our tent was set up, inviting and warm. Tav wore his summer clothes. It seemed like the cold didn’t bother him anymore, hardly did before.

He closed the flap and spoke. “Ready to become mortal?” He said as he settled onto the furs and crossed his legs. His tail tapped eagerly behind him.

“Yes, right.” I sighed and shuffled. I tried to find the words. I knew Tav would be disappointed with my choice. But a part of me always felt like he wanted me to be mortal. It would have been nice, but it's not what I truly cared for.

“Tav, I-I don't really want to become mortal.” He listened to me carefully, his expression was hard to read, his tail stopped as well. I pulled out the stone currently morphed into a small glistening globe. “I’m-I’m scared to have my body changed again. I know it’s been so long, and Gods, to have every ability of a mortal again…” I swallowed. “I just--this fear--” He closed my hand around the stone.

“Is this what you want?” He asked me.

I took a shaky breath. “Yes." I felt tears brimming my eyes. Frustrated, I pushed them away. Hating how emotional it made me.

“Then I will support you.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Astarion, why would I be?” He smiled, a scoff of disbelief puffing from his throat. “I just want to live a life with you. Whether we continue on the road or find a sweet nook where we do whatever. I want to be with you until our forever ends.” I kissed him, pushing my tongue through his lips to taste the dragon's blood. It was tinged with magic, an odd but not horrible taste.

"Can I drink from you?" Tav hesitated.

“I think it should be okay.”

“Your blood smells the opposite of toxic. If that's what you're worried about.” I soothed, he nodded and leaned back, taking off his shirt. He grabbed my waist as I moved his hair. His neck was still soft and warm. And when his blood filled my mouth I found myself lost in the taste.

It was pure, absolute, power. Tav's blood was sweeter, richer, bolder. I always adored the taste before, it was comparable to a cup of refreshing rose water. But now it was addictive. I nearly lost myself, growling low and greedily as I took.

“Astarion?” I immediately sat back, taking the last mouthful down.

"Your taste is different. It's good…" I had trouble shaking the primal urge.

"I didn't before?" He scoffed.

"Oh, no you were a bouquet. Now, you're a whole field." I returned to taste the drops from the small wound.

"Hm, romantic." Tav chuckled as he healed the wound and scratched at his arm.

"Does it bother you?" He shook his head, but then shrugged. And between us he raised the new appendage. The tear was smoothed with scales and flesh. Like it never happened. "Does it feel different?"

"Yes?" He was unsure. "I think it's the scales. Touch seems muted yet, it sparks." I took it and kissed his knuckles. It still smelled like him, only sharper. "Do I look bad?"

"No," I replied immediately. "You're still beautiful Tav. And I can't wait to see what new secrets you're hiding, my treasure." I said and laid beside him, resting on my elbow. His tails had wrapped around my shin, the tip lazily tapped itself against my ankle.

"Are you scared?" He nodded, still observing the new appendage and black talons.

"It's so new…" He sighed. "What if I made a mistake?"

"Then we will deal with it together." I reassured him, he joined me, staring up at the tent roof.

"Gods we really are the oddest couple in all of Faerun." He huffed.

"We are the most beautiful though." I took his new hand and weaved my fingers through.

"I'm glad we found something for you…" He began to mumble.

"Me too." I took in the silence, and with a soft huff managed to gather my words. “Tav, Rowen told me something you should know.” I turned to face him, he was asleep. With a sigh I pulled up the thin silk blanket and kissed his forehead. I settled beside him and allowed myself a well needed rest.

Astarion moved come morning. I sat up with him as he stared at the sunlight dappling through the flap. I reassured him with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder and leaned against him.

He reached for the sun, the crystal shimmering with magic. His hand filled with the cold rays. I almost couldn't bear to watch. But he laughed. Relief echoing across his body.

"Finally…" He whispered as I smiled and kissed his shoulder.

I stepped out first, Astarion followed but held himself taught. I couldn't imagine the unbearable pain of burning alive. So I gave him my patience as he adjusted and inched out carefully.

Luckily, nothing happened. He closed his eyes against the gentle caress of cold and warmth. I took down our tent as he basked for the first time in nearly two years.

"Gods, you're gorgeous." I came up behind him, moving his white curls so I could kiss his neck and he turned to hold me. Signing with content against my warmth and heartbeat. We stayed like this until we heard the others shouting for us. With a frustrated tut Astarion let me go and we made our way to the safe house.

There was an eagerness about the small group. And we all chatted excitedly as we gathered all the supplies we could and hitched a wagon onto Jaheira, the old druid insisted she pull her weight. And chided at me when I offered to walk with her.

“Where is everyone heading?” I asked as Astarion followed Gale onto the wagon. He kept worrying at the stone now clasped onto the shell of his ear.

Rowen glanced at Father Garret. “I suppose we might head to Baldur’s Gate. We might find some work helping rebuild.” Rowen said.

“Good, good! Same direction is nice." I smiled and moved to let her board. I stopped Father Garret with a hand and guilty whisper.

"What did you do with The Hollow?"

"It's already been taken care of. They are forever resting in the Moonmaiden's Embrace." I squeezed his shoulder in thanks and followed him onto the open wagon.

"What of you? Heading back to rest?" Rowen asked as I sat next to Astarion.

"No, no. We’re in need of a diabolist.”

“Why’s that?” She continued. As we settled down, Jaheira began to move.

“We’re stopping by Avernus. To show a devil what it means to piss us off.”

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