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Then, there it was – a strong wind. People in the Great Hall screamed as servants ran to close the windows and shutters. Was it like this when the storm came? Was it here again? For what?
“Metheus should come inside,” I cried, rising from my chair.
“Your Majesty, King Metheus could weather anything. He is a powerful man. He was also here when the first storm struck the kingdom.”
“Not like this,” I insisted, running towards the exit.
“I will come with you, Your Majesty,” called out Francilia.
Two more people followed us, the young Coven witch called Lucia and the blonde Seer, Samara. We were all running now, four women of various backgrounds: human, shifter, Seer, and witch.
“The wind is too strong, Your Majesty,” Samara yelled.
“The more that we have to find Metheus,” I replied.
We helped each other with the heavy wooden bars that blocked the main entrance. It had been sealed as if nobody expected Leevar and Metheus to return. Once the main door was open, we set out, shocked at the ferocity of the wind. There was also a howling noise, almost like the roar of a monster. For a moment, we were stuck there, holding each other and at the door’s various metal trappings for dear life. I squinted my eyes to see a dark cloud racing to the back of the palace, where Metheus and Leevar should be.
As much as we would like to run to see what was happening there, the wind was too strong – until it was not. It died as suddenly as it came. Soon, it was dead quiet.
I ran. The three were also rushing after me until I heard someone stumble. It was Samara, sobbing hysterically.
“What is it, Samara?” asked Lucia, going back to the Seer, who was kneeling on the ground with her face to the heavens. Tears were streaming down her face.
“Leevar!’ she wailed. “Leevar is dead!”
No! What about Metheus? I did not want to wait for her answer, so I did not ask. I ran at full speed until I made the turn to the back. The torches had been lit for the training that had gone beyond the usual hours. So, I quickly spotted the blood on the wall and the large man not too far away from it.
No!
Samara was right. Leevar appeared to be dead.
Then, there he was, my Metheus. He lay face down on the ground, immobile.
“Metheus!” I cried.
I half-stumbled over him, startled at his coldness. His body had also gone so rigid, almost as if he was a – a – I could not bear to think about it. It was almost as if he was a corpse.
“Metheus, take my heat,” I begged, embracing him as tightly as I could. Francilia was soon behind me, rubbing my back. Comforting me. It was not what I needed. I pulled him to the side, and his body quickly rolled. With his back on the ground, I could see the pallor on his face. I kissed his lips, willing them to feel my warmth.
“I love you, Metheus. I love you. I love you.”
I wished I had said those words a long time before, not that it would make a difference to what was happening now. But at least, perhaps if he knew that I loved him, not just desired him, maybe his anger would not be as great. Or perhaps it would have stoked a more substantial fire.
I would never know now. Would I?
I would not let go. I Would not. I stayed there on his chest for what felt like hours.
“I love you,” I whimpered.
