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More specifically, there are writings that state Nottuza should be treated as the most dangerous male of all time, seeing as how his magical abilities manifest in other vampires as compulsion and memory tampering. He is a faempire carryingvocamagic and passing it on with every notturno he makes. He is why they can use compulsion.
Moreover, it is believed that eliminating him would be the single most strategic blow to the notturnos as a whole. Our ancestors advised putting him back to sleep and securing him so that he would never awaken again. Then again, our ancestors advised us, the living, to remove all traces of the undead, especially the pure source of undead magic. Which will soon be born to Aamako and Augusta.
So listening to our ancestors isn’t always wise.
But I can finally understand Nottuza’s desire to protect the baby. Some of the fae or other living will find the Ice Princess a threat to our existence.
In the same way my brothers believe Nottuza is a threat to me.
If Et’enne knew I was meeting with Nottuza tonight, he’d try to eliminate him. El’jah would try too.Trybeing a key word. But even with all their might, I’m unsure if they could. Or if I would ever forgive them if they succeeded.
Which is why I’m here.
Following the path upon which my wounded heart takes me.
My high heels click over the cobblestone as I bring the lapels of my dark blue overcoat closer to my face. The mountain air is much chillier than elsewhere in the Summer Court.
The creaking sound of an unoiled swing complements the sound my heels make as I round the bushes and enter the playground.
Nottuza is sitting on the red middle swing and using his long legs to propel his body.
As I walk, he looks up, and I’m momentarily startled by his sunken cheeks, bright red eyes, and fangs that are so large, they don’t even fit in his mouth.
“You came,” he says by way of greeting, his voice deep, the rasp in it sounding like a growl.
I offer him my hand.
He stands, wavering on his feet before bowing and kissing my hand. “Princess.”
“You may sit, General.” The formality is my shield, and I need all the protection I can get when I’m in the presence of this male. I haven’t recovered from him since I left him at the start of winter, and meeting him now is probably a bad idea.
Yet I can’t help it. I can’t. It’s as if he’s the one able to summon me.
Nottuza sits down with a sigh.
I do too, noting that he’s perspiring. While he’s well dressed in his uniform and coat, and also carefully groomed and smelling beautifully clean, like crushed lavender in a leather pocket, he is clearly unwell.
“You wanted to see me?” I ask.
He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You look beautiful, Princess.”
“Thank you. I can’t say the same about you.” I feel like gloating because I want to think he’s miserable without me and has come here to profess his undying love for me, which would be a significant amount of love since he’s the oldest undead person capable of living forever, but I can’t gloat when the male is physically ill.
“It’s hunger,” he says.
“Hunger?”
Clearly uncomfortable, he nods.
“Can I get you something to eat?”
He smiles and looks at me, bright red eyes crinkling at the corners. “I missed your sense of humor.”
He missed it!“I have my moments.”
He chuckles, and it’s a such a nice sound that I can’t help but smile back.
When the silence descends upon us again, I kick the ground with my heels. “I’ve never done this.”
