This is my first Black Jewels Tril. fic. I hope you all like it. The more reviews I get, the more often I'll update. This is told from the pov of Anduvian who is . . . . well, you'll just have to read and find out. R&R!

I shouldn't exist. I should never have been born. I am a curse, a shameful thing. They look at me and smile, out of pity. I do not want their pity or their compassion. They only stand my presence because my mother was the Queen of Ebon Askavi, and my father . . . . . . well, they all try not to tangle with him. That is all that stands between me and death. They resent me, you can see it in their eyes, but they would not dare say anything. I am an sapphire-jeweled queen, and a natural black widow, and I haven't even made the Offering yet. You could say that I was Hekatah's last-ditch attempt to destroy the High Lord of Hell. You could say she succeeded. No one knows how she did it, but, whatever the case, it was cruel. I am the daughter of Lucivar Yaslana and Jaenelle Angeline.

I sat by the gurgling stream, occasionally dipping my hand in the cool water. He was Eyrien, and therefore arrogant, it was only expected that he would act like an ass most of the time. Though his words hurt nonetheless. Palanar and I had been sparring with the sticks when he had told me he did not need to waste his time with an inbred, bastard mongrel. Then he said something which stung my heart like an ice-coated dagger. Perhaps I would fit in better if they had cut off my wings. I broke his nose.

I turned around when the snap of twigs betrayed Daemonar's presence. He sighed and shook his head.

"I should have broken all his bones, not just his nose." I growled. Daemonar looked at me skeptically. "Father taught me how." He paled.

He squatted down beside me. "What Palanar said was wrong, but you should not have lashed out like that."

"You're defending him!" I nearly yelled.

"No, I'm not. You are a Queen, and I just think that you should have come to me so I could have done it for you." he shrugged. "Palanar deserved what he got, and what I am going to give him."

He can be so male sometimes.

We both laughed, but it was short-lived. "You can't tell father." I said solemnly.

"Why not?" he snapped.

I bit my lip. "You know how he gets when someone says . . . . . . something like that."

He huffed dramatically. "Andie, he is going to find out either from you or someone else. You might as well go ahead and tell him."

My snarl melted into a sob as I clung desperately to his shirt. He wrapped his arms around me while I cried. The words hurt so badly sometimes. Each one a little more than the last. I had been enduring their taunting since before I could remember. Even as a child, I had been seen as inferior. Their hatred was even worse because I outranked them and they despised the fact.

I didn't know how long I had sat there in his lap, but eventually Daemonar broke the silence.

"We had better go, Mother will have dinner ready soon." I looked up at him, and we both knew the last thing I wanted to do was confront either of our parents. He lifted me up and brushed the grass off my shoulders and back. "Come on."

I followed, reluctantly. Daemonar shot up into the sky once we were free of the trees and I followed, reluctantly.

The first thing I heard upon entering the eyrie was "Daemonar! Take off your boots, they're filthy!" Well, mother was home, that much was certain. My brother reentered the small room which held all of the things mother deemed 'too dirty for inside.' After imitating her order in a strange silly voice and taking off his boots, he went back into the kitchen.

Avoiding my mother I made my way back into my bedroom. I was not in the mood to deal with anyone right now. I plopped down on my bed and called in a book Jaenelle had lent me. I could not call her mother, because, as far as I was concerned, my mother was a Purple Dusk hearth witch with an obsession for cleanliness. Daemonar had chauffeured it from the Hall, keeping graciously quiet about its contents. Now, if Father knew about that he would be pissed.

A slight knock a couple of minutes later gave me enough time to vanish it before Daemonar came in.

"Reading?" I nodded. "Father's home." I had sensed the darker power, so I was not surprised.

"Lucky me."

"He knows. Hallevar told him."

"Shit."

He smiled sympathetically, but before he could speak Father opened the door and came in. Actually, he blew it off its hinges.

"ANDUVIAN!" I gulped. "Tell me what happened, now."

"Nothing." I resisted the urge to hide.

He looked at me skeptically and grinned. That grin did not bode well for the person who received it, me. "Geoffery told me that Daemonar had gotten you a particular book . . . ." I felt the blood drain from my head before being immediately replaced by a vibrate blush.

By the time I was finished recounting the entire ordeal, I had a bad feeling I would not be seeing Palanar uninjured for a very long time.

"Oh, your mother wants to see you." his words snapped me back to reality.

"Alright, tell her I'll be out in a minute."

"No, your mother." he put emphasis on the last word, and I could tell he was very uncomfortable.

"Alright." I hastily packed an overnight bag, since Daemon always insisted I stay for a few days, and went out to the landing platform before catching the Sapphire winds.

As soon as I landed in front of the Hall and took a few steps, Daemonar crashed down behind me. He must have been right behind me the entire time.

"What are you doing here?" I snapped, my temper already at the fraying point.

He shrugged. "What does it look like I'm doing here?"

I studied him for a moment. "It looks like you are expecting to raid Mrs. Beale's kitchen."

He snarled. "Not after the last episode."

I laughed. "Come on you goof."

Beale greeted us at the door, giving me a despairing look when Daemonar entered behind me. I just smiled sweetly and half-ran, half-flew up the stairs. Turning around to see if my brother was behind me, I barreled into Daemon, knocking us both off of our feet. He had enough sense to put barriers around himself so he didn't slam into the hard, tile floor, but I wasn't so fast.

Groaning, I eased myself up just in time to have Daemonar topple over both of us.

"I am going to kill you one day Daemonar." Daemon growled standing up and offering me a hand. My brother ignored him, loftily studying a painting on the wall. Well, at that rate, he was just asking for it. Taking the offered hand, I stalked over to my brother and punched his shoulder, flinging every curse I knew at him. Too late, I realized Daemon might have known a few of the Eyrien ones.

I grabbed my brother's collar and yanked him down the hall. "What are you some kind of an idiot?" I whispered furiously once we were out of earshot.

"Mrs. Beale came in."

"Oooh, so you ran."

"No."

"Admit it."

"I wasn't running away."

"You were."

"Was not."

Yas' whelp is here! Ladvarian bounded up to greet us. He sniffed Daemonar's pant leg and scrunched up his nose, sneezing. I gave him a friendly scratch behind the ear and entered the study.

Jaenelle was staring out of a far window, her long blonde hair was loosely tied away from her face.

"Lucivar told me what happened." Before I could respond she spoke again. "I have arranged for you to stay at the Keep for a while."

The tone in her voice told me not to argue.

What are you talking about? Daemonar asked on a Sapphire thread.

I'm going to the Keep.

I'm going with you. He said.

I don't mean to eavesdrop but no, Daemonar, you're not. the deep cultured baritone made me jump.

Stop me.

Daemonar do have a death wish or something? I asked, peeved.

"Anduvian, did you hear a word I was saying?"

Jaenelle's voice was a welcome reprieve from the snarling males.

"Sorry, no."

"I will have a carriage prepared, you will leave in an hour or so."

I nodded. "Can Daemonar come with me?"

"Mother night." She grumbled at the mention of his name. "Yes! Take him before he and Daemon decide to raze this whole building to the ground!"

I laughed, I just couldn't help myself.

"What is so funny?"

"I was just thinking the same thing, that's all."

She lifted her eyebrow at me, and I just shrugged. "Go find you fiendish brother and tell him he can go."

I opened the door and Daemonar was standing there. Can I go?

Yes. I said, knowing by telling him that I was asking for a lot more than I bargained for.