Everything that had happened since the Prince had returned felt surreal, like a dream and a nightmare wrapped into one.Astasha was drained of everything. Never had her energy levels been so low.Errant had indeed heard her message, and had rushed toward the Prince’s chambers, sending a servant to summon the rest of the Advisory. It was on his way there that he had come across the sorceress, unconscious and pale on the floor.Quickly, he tried to revive her, but something was wrong. Energy was lashing out of her, chaotic, frightened, unpredictable, and dark. Whatever had happened to his young Fire Witch, it had shaken her so deeply, it destabilized the very foundation of her energy.As soon as his Earth Sorcerer arrived, Errant ordered him to ground her as much as possible, attempting to calm and subdue the erratic energy pulsing through her, before rushing off himself to ensure the Prince was secure.At last, Astasha had come to, full of panic, and demanding to know if the demon had
Astasha had left the King's quarters with her mind reeling. All she knew about blood magic was what she had read in that book, and now she had barely any time to find a way to use it to free Calder. It had very much been insinuated, that should she get caught, there was nothing the King could do, and rightfully so. Josnen was indeed the ruler of the land, but when it came to magic and the laws that bound it, the High Council of Sorcery was in charge. Should a mage break any of the rules put in place by them, their punishment could not be overruled by the court. It was a delicate dance between who stood where with the laws of royalty and magic, but a necessary one. Therefore, the King had done all he could to help Astasha by informing Errant that a replacement Fire Witch was to be brought in before he would allow the ritual to move forward, so that Astasha could be left to recover from her ordeal. While she was sure the Grand Sorcerer had his suspicions, he could not go against Josn
Whatever happened now, there was no going back. She had sealed her fate, and with it, Cal’s. If she failed, they would both suffer greatly. The demon clapped its hands together, making her jump slightly. "Wonderful! Now, let's get me out of this body and your precious Prince returned to you.” It turned and sauntered into the sitting area, plopping down into a chair. “I’m assuming you’d like to know how.” Astasha followed, taking a seat across from it. “That would be helpful. Considering you’re a demon, I’m assuming whatever ritual you have in mind will require the use of a less favorable magic?” It put its fingertips together. “Such a clever girl. It does indeed require something a little more to my tastes, blood magic, to be precise, although I’m sure you’ve worked that out already. You’ll need a sacrifice too, a human one.” Astasha blanched. "Absolutely not." As much as she wanted to free her Prince, she refused to harm another being to do it. The demon raised its eyebrows.
Once Astasha knew how the power of ‘the sacrifice’ (as the demon called it) worked, it had given her detailed instructions as to how to actually perform the ritual. After that, she left the Prince's chambers as quickly as possible, wishing nothing more than to cleanse herself of their lascivious encounter. Returning swiftly to her room, she immediately bathed, her cheeks burning red as she washed away the traces of her former arousal. She didn't know if she would ever be able to forgive herself for what she had done, what she was about to do, but she would deal with those consequences later. For now, she needed to focus on the more pressing issue at hand… preparing for the ritual without getting caught. Once washed and dressed, Astasha slipped out of the castle to the woods, taking with her all the supplies she would need. Her little clearing would be the perfect location; hidden, and known only to her. No one would accidentally stumble upon what was happening without knowing where t
Despite her racing heart, Astasha forced a calmness over herself. Not only was she about to break more magical laws than she had ever thought possible, she was also sneaking the most dangerous being in the kingdom out of the only place it was secure. There was no time for second thoughts now, though. Once again, she urged the flames outside the Prince’s door apart. But before stepping through, she paused. The moment the demon crossed that barrier, her life was forfeit. She thought about the promises she had made, the oaths she had sworn, to the Advisory, the King, Cal, even herself. Somehow, each of them had led her there, to that moment, and with a final breath of freedom, she walked through the parted fire and into the hall, the demon right behind her. Making their way out of the castle was slow going and full of anxious pauses. Each second, she waited for the alarm to sound, every corner, for Errant to come into view. But after a handful of quick ducks into small corridors, an
The joy Astasha had felt only moments before, turned quickly to horror and dread as she looked up at the Grand Sorcerer trembling in rage before her. Grabbing her dress, she pulled it on and stood to face him.Errant looked as though he could destroy the entire clearing with the wave of his hand, and it was utterly terrifying. His eyes were dark, his hands balled into fists at his sides. She didn't know exactly how he had found them out, but the vile look on Cordelia’s face left little room for doubt that the bitch had had something to do with it. However, regardless of how he had gotten there, Errant was indeed there, and Astasha had no way of knowing how much he had actually witnessed.It didn’t take magic to sense the amount of trouble she was in, but even if she had wanted to, there was no energy left within her to try to read him.“Grand Sorcerer, I can explain.""Silence!" His voice had never had that tone before. He looked at Astasha and then the Prince, who was fastening hi
He had had her in his arms, after everything he had fought through to return to her, she was there, in his grasp, and now, she was about to be gone forever. Calder couldn't even begin to process what was happening. He remembered the first time he had laid eyes on the beautiful redhead in the market. Her smile melted his heart, and her eyes burned into his soul. He didn't fully understand why, but he needed to be near her, to know her, protect her, love her. It didn't matter to him when he found out she was a witch, he would find a way to be with her. She was kinder and stronger than he could imagine, and brilliant in more ways than he could count. She was perfectly flawed and the only woman he ever wanted by his side. The night before his trials, he had made love to her, the passion like burning coals within him. There was no experience he could compare it to, but he knew, a part of him would burn eternally for her. So he swore to himself that he would return from his journey swifter
As Errant and Tasha disappeared into the woods, Calder tried to rush after them, but the young blonde witch who had stayed behind, wove her hands about and a wall of silvery water laced through the air, blocking his way. "I'm sorry your highness, but I have strict instructions to keep you here until the traitor is locked away." There was something in her voice, almost a sick satisfaction, and it made Calder's blood boil. "You would do well, sorceress, to remember your place." "As it would have done you to remember yours when you consorted with a witch. If you truly wanted to save her, you should have stayed away from her in the first place.” The bitch had some nerve speaking to him that way, even though he knew she was right. It was his fault Tasha was going to be stripped of her power and banished, or more likely killed in the process. But there had to be something he could do to stop it. "I suggest you let me pass." He said coolly. "I’m sorry, but I cannot allow you to leave he