38. Separation by Jexi

Separation (Recommendations: 0 )

jexi

She spent the hardest week of her life. And there was no one she could turn to for help and understanding, for those that could enlighten her further into the mocking miracle that happened to her, are those she can least afford to go to. It would devastate her family further than it already was. Jexi spent the week mourning the loss of her family, tonight only compounded her knowledge that while Malachi had cast her aside as too dangerous and too much work, he was not going to permit her the closeness she once shared with her papa. His rolling anger had reached her and she heard his thoughts on Rook’s demise and it chilled her soul. Already she was responsible for her brother’s loss; both of his arm and of his love. And if Joylihn were his soulmate as Malachi seemed to be hers, she’s not sure how her brother was going to survive because each day for her was a struggle not to give in and seek the darkness that seemed to be growing within her.

She’d spent a week trying to make her awakened body respond to the growing touch of her betrothed. The trembling of her limbs as Kane’s touch grew more intimate, his kisses more passionate, he believed were brought on by her own desire. She was thankful that he couldn’t read her mind like she drank in his thoughts, he had no idea it was disgust and abhorrence that made her hands shake. Why couldn’t she respond to Kane, a man that loved and cherished her, like she could to her wicked brother that didn’t need or want her? Malachi thought her weak, like Thayne, when she wept at their parting. She’d been angry, hurt but determined to end it as he’d so callously suggested.

She’d not wept since.

This past week she thought over and over again what she wanted from life. And because her tainted heart craved the one thing it could never have with a frightening intensity, she’d thrown herself into work at the castle. Hurled herself in looking for a healer to restore the arm Cory lost because of her. She learned to deal with her new blood-craving, to let the thoughts of others wash around her rather than drown her, to work until her body dropped from exhaustion, all in an effort to move beyond her unhealthy need for Malachi. Each night upon leaving Kane’s embrace to seek oblivion in her own bed, she dealt with the traitorous feelings that assailed her, telling herself she was not betraying Malachi by seeking to grow comfortable with her soon to be husband’s touch. Not that it worked. The further Kane pushed their physical relationship, the colder she grew inside.

Shannotsuu had plans of its own. The flesh-born Scion will die and the elven woman is the means to Malachi’s end. But not before she conceived and with that conception would be a transferal of it to the Elder Brain’s host. It was dark, dark magic Shannotsuu was instructed to research. Forbidden magic, made punishable by death by the same great entity that has ordered Shannotsuu to study it. And study it the monster sorcerer did. Daily the Princess Jexibell was brought before the ulithurid and those times were used to peer deep into her mind and to listen intently to her young body, waiting to hear if there was a faint echo of a heartbeat that is not her own. Shannotsuu could not have Malachi killed until there was a successful transplantation of the new race into the host body. The Elder Brain, Khlul’Ssazred, intends to have the mixed-blooded offspring raised in l’ Venorik Che’el, to become it’s own special thrall. Only then will it sacrifice the girl to kill the ancient enemy.

Sun, Nov 20th – 7:46PM

Separation (Recommendations: 0 )

jexi

It’s been a week and a half since Malachi exited her life, three days since Tempest and Rook wed but it might was well have been three decades. These last ten days have been the hardest ones Jexi has ever had to live through. Nothing in her one hundred and seventeen years prepared her for the absolute misery of being separated from the one her soul cried out for. That the one destined as her lifemate turned out to be her decidedly evil brother, Malachi, was the cruelest trick of all.

And there was no one she could turn to for help and understanding. Her parents are lifemates. Blessed, they called it. Even if Malachi wasn’t her blood brother, the hatred between her father and brother would have made it impossible to seek her parents advice. Her smile was bitter sweet as she stared at yet another empty sunset. Blessed. There are those that spent lifetimes moving closer to their lifemates and still never find them. Kings pay gold bars to renowned oracles to peer into the past and future to glean who might be their Chosen One. Jexibell should rejoice.

“Oh papa. I know why you objected t’ Kane now. Wha’ would you say if I told you how I found out? It’d na be happiness tha’d fill your heart.” Deep emerald eyes stared without touching with tears. Her suite at Kane’s was very feminine and comforting but the soft gold and pink hues were lost on her. All she saw were the shadows and every shadow reminded her of the one she must stay away from no matter that she was shriveling up inside from the separation. Letting the long curtain fall back over the balcony door, obscuring the sight of the low, dual moons growing in definition as the sun set into the sea, Jexi moved to the large oval mirror positioned over a delightful wooden vanity. The deep mauve seat cushion was thick and cushiony when she sat down to prepare herself for bed.

Sun, Nov 20th – 10:34PM