A/N: that's right! you did read the blurb correctly! I am not only updating flinches as everyone gasps in veritable shock but also writing a sequel to "The Soldier" YAY! cheers more for self BE EXCITED!
Suggestion to people who haven't read "The Soldier" (aka the prequel) - read it!
The Spy was inside the walls. Not beyond suspicion, not yet, but inside nonetheless. The Master would be pleased; everything was going according to the plan.
Walking unarmed and guarded through the palace, the Spy reflected on the Wedding. There had been small faults in that plan. No – the Spy decided – hiccups, not faults, for the mistakes had been made by another's hand... the Assassin.
Privately, the Spy had always thought the Assassin was stupid, but now he had proved it. Why the Wedding? The timing and choice of stalking ground had been worse than poor. Surely there had been better opportunities where the Soldier would not have interfered. The Lady had pushed The Soldier away, and he had not shadowed her again until the Wedding. All that time, and yet the Assassin had not struck.
Now, the Lady still lived. The Assassin's blade had not touched her. The Soldier had stopped him, and had painted the blade with blood.
The Lady lived; the Assassin did not.
The Assassin had failed. The Spy could not.
Sir Myles of Olau watched as his daughter's purple gift spread over Sergeant Domitian's torn body. He couldn't yet tell if the young soldier would make it, but he had never known his daughter, the Lioness, to give up on a patient – especially one she respected. And everyone had plenty of respect for this soldier today.
"MITHROS," The Lioness threatened, "YOU TAKE HIM AND I WILL NEVER HELP YOU AGAIN! I'LL DEMAND PAYMENT FROM THE GODDESS, AND YOU KNOW DAMN WELL I'LL GET IT! YOU'LL NEVER SEE ANOTHER MOMENTS PEACE OR HAPPINESS IN YOUR LIFE!!!"
Myles winced and shook his head. Threatening the gods, no one but Alanna, he thought. Or Daine... or Kel. Kel who loved him. Hmm... maybe Dom had a better chance than he thought. Myles just hoped that the three women would be enough to bring him back. He wasn't sure the Sergeant had enough "Espoir de vivre" left in him to fight for himself.
"GODDESS! YOU PRIDE YOURSELF ON FAIRNESS BUT WHEN A MAN TAKES A KNIFE FOR A WOMAN HE LOVES YOU STEP ASIDE AND DO NOTHING? AND THAT'S FAIR? HOW HYPOCRITICAL CAN YOU GET! AND KEEP YOUR MORBID BROTHER FAR AWAY FROM THIS BOY OR HE'LL SEE JUST HOW MUCH FUN IT IS TO BE WRAPPED AROUND LIGHTNING! YOU HEAR ME? THIS BOY IS UNDER MY CARE AND I'LL BE DAMNED BE YOU CAN HAVE HIM..."
Please, merciful Goddess, he's payed enough, Myles prayed silently as his daughter continued to curse the gods. Let him live. Let him live.
But the Soldier's blood ran hot and free, dripping audibly - depressingly.
A/N: Hello again! Been a while, eh? yes I'm Canadian and very proud of it! I couldn't bring myself to blemish "The Soldier" so I wrote you all a sequel which WILL have more chapters as long as I get reviews hint hint I actually do need the feedback for this fic, because I'm having difficulty sorting out the Kel is betrothed thing... never thought I'd have to explain it! groans it was only supposed to be a one-shot. I'll try to do better about updating, but school's my priority right now chickitas (my friend's term).
Sorry it's so short, but I need reviewer responses to cough cough might speed me up : D ya never know!
Erkith
PS. thank you the wonderful ppl who reviewed The Soldier, you inspire me !
PPS. I am not going to tell you who the spy is, my sweetings grins evily in fact I fully intend to leave you in the dark on that one for a while :p (of course I might be persuaded... lol)