Death Belongs to No One

[m3m0ria]

What is this that I have done? Zika said as he slowly made way to his feet. His body pleading with his mind to let it rest there on the soft dirt. Blood poured from his fresh wounds of battle. The air was foul with the stench of rotting bodies. Overhead flew buzzards anxiously awaiting the battles end so they could begin their great feast. Zika made his way to his knees his mouth surprisingly dry as the blood oozed from it. Nevertheless with his war torn sleeve he wiped the blood away gripping his sword at the same time. His body showed signs of defeat but his mind was in no kind of state. He prepared himself for the next wave of soldiers that would come, and come they would. He gazed over the horizon to find another row of soldiers charging his way. They ran towards him in a domino effect as one by one they ran from that hill. Their chain stretching from sight to sight as he turned his head. If this wave was just as strong as its predecessor Zika knew he would die by it.

The last wave had badly wounded his body but not his mind. He knew he could withstand, he had to, and it was not only his body at risk but the kingdom he so greatly came to love as well. He thought of his wife, he thought of her a lot. Her eyes had watched him exit the city from the castle window high above the kingdom. And he was sure she was still watching as wave after wave came after him. He glanced back and there in the far distance he saw her, red dress and hair tied into a small bun. Unknown to Zika was the fearful tear running down her face. He turned back around and prepared to do battle.

He had defended his kingdom many times before, but never alone. Times were changing, and by the murmurs he heard around the kingdom they wanted him overthrown. He did not know why he was no longer wanted in his kingdom. He had done nothing but help his people yet they practically murdered him by sending him out to defend his kingdom by himself. What was he supposed to do? He lifted his sword higher and prepared for the first few foot soldiers. He thought of the people in his kingdom. He thought of all the little children in the schoolrooms, he thought about his son amongst them all. This was HIS kingdom and he would defend it to his death!

[Ademar]

Ademar stood at the window, the guild practically empty, as many if not all of the knights had abandoned this kingdom. Not even he knew why everyone began to despise the king so horribly. Ademar was captain of the guard, under the command of King Zika and Queen Elena. Being practically the only knight left, Ademar had not been called upon by the King o fight, he would follow orders, yet he was given none.

As he stood watching his king, whom Ademar still respected, stagger back to his feet. He stood there at the large window in the mapoom of the kingdom's guild watching the horrific battle that was taking place. Tho King Zika was an amazing fighter, and strong in heart, Ademar knew he would fall to this next wave. The Captain's sapphire blue eyes focused through the window as dusk slowly approached on this cool Fall night.

Suddenly a knock came at the massive oak doors of the guild and Ademar raised an eyebrow, for no one had even come to this guild in so very long. Not even the king or queen even bothered to recognize the guild existed anymore, for Ademar truly was the only fighter left. the young captain ran to the massive doors, the sound of his polished silver armor filled the lonely guild as he held his sword steady in its scabbard at his side. Ademar was no mere man, he earned his right to be captain of the guard. He was strong, and his body was extremely toned and fit. His shoulder length dark brown hair was tied back, for he was ready for battle now.

He opened the doors tot he guild to find the Queen's handmaiden standing before him. The short blond haired woman bow to him swiftly yet respectfully, urgency filled her soft voice as she spoke to him. "My Lord Ademar, the Queen summons you to her chambers, she has work for you!" Ademar's eyes widened for a moment as he ran back inside and grabbed his helmet from the round table and held it under his left arm as he ran with the young handmaiden up to the top of the tower where the queen and kings chambers were. He knew what she wanted, and as soon as the words escaped her lips as an order, Ademar would be right there.

He entered the room and dropped to one knee as he bow and looked tot he ground before him, he set his helmet beside him and rested his left hand upon the top of it as his right hand was placed respectfully to his chest. "what is your bidding my lady?" said the captain in a strong and powerful voice, yet a respectful tone. The queen ran over to him and stood before him, tears in her eyes and fear in her voice as she placed er hand upon the captains shoulder. "Captain Ademar, you have been nothing but loyal to this kingdom, and to its king, even when he others all have abandoned you and he. Please good captain, go now and help my husband, King Zika is wounded terribly, and needs help. I know you can help him, now go!"

Ademar looked up to her and nodded he stood and placed his helmet on his head, the nose guard came down over his face and only his mouth and blue eyes were visible. "Yes My lady!!" And with that the captain ran out of the castle, as swiftly as he could and drew his sword. His armor would be heard loudly clanking as he ran outside into the massive platoe of the kingdom. He found his place at the King's side as he looked over at him. "I am with you My Lord, till whatever end!!"

[ringwraith]

John stood at the window of his chambers, watching the battle as his King resisted the terrible blows of the enemy pouring in great waves over him. His heart ached to join him in battle, but he had orders to stay inside - this was the King's battle. He stood frozen framed in the window, looking out over th ebloody scene, and suddenly he saw Prince Ademar run onto the field beiside the King, and his heart lifted, yet ached ever harder - he knew that Zika would stand a better chance now with Ademar beside him, yet he yearned to be there too, to strike down the enemies of his Kingdom. Yet he stood there, his mind whirring, yet his body frozen. He watched with an expressionless face as the next wave of soldiers poured towards Ademar and Zika and waited - waited for something to happen, but he did not know what for...

[m3m0ria]

Zika spit, red exhuming from his mouth as opposed to the clearness of spit. His wounds hurt beyond that of the norm, nevertheless he would lay his life down for it. He was their king and no matter how much they sought takeover he would gladly lay down his life for them. The thought of giving up crossed his mind, but just as quickly it was thrown out. How much he longed for someone to fight beside him.

Zika thought of the countless battles before hand, where to his left and right were knights. Knights portraying true loyalty, willing to lay their lives down for another. Knights that when called upon would not hesitate to pick up their shields and swords and fight alongside their king. Was there not a single knight whose love for their kingdom outweighed the opinions of the rebellious citizens?

None existed, so thus Zika fought defending a kingdom rebellious to the core! He thought about praying to the God above. No, that he would not do. Where was God when he lost his firstborn! Sadly, he knew that was amiss. Hating the only God was not something he portrayed. Quickly he repented, feeling sick to his stomach. The odds were greatly stacked against him, and it was slowly eating away at him. The thoughts overwhelmed him and as he looked to his left he thought he saw his comrades. Knights of loyalty, but he knew he saw nothing. He looked to his right and saw merely one man. “Another illusion” he thought to himself, but this was no painting drawn by his mind. “I am with you My Lord, till whatever end!!” The man said.

His helmet covering his face, but the helmet looked so familiar. He thought and thought long and hard about the man that dared to join his side. Who was he? His sapphire blue eyes echoed through the nose guard. Wait! Blue sapphire eyes, could this be the captain! No way, why would he set aside the views of the people to help him. The thought was incomprehensible, but boy was he grateful! Of all the men that could have come to his aid he was glad it was Ademar. Ademar was one of the few people the king trusted with his life. He had actually appointed Ademar prince over his land. Although it was merely a precaution for his early assassination, Ademar was to become king until his son was of age to lead his kingdom. If he was to die along side him, who would lead?

That was a burden left for those who decided on rebellion. Nowhere near his problem. His problems were in front of him as the sea of warriors approached the two men.

[Ademar]

Ademar gripped his sword as tightly as he could, so hard it made his knuckles crack. Protecting this Kingdom was everything to him, even more so to his King. The young captain \ Prince awaited the arrival of the oncoming attack. He would die this day if it was protecting that which mattered most to him. Before they would reach the gate to this Kingdom Ademar had many things running through his mind. He felt as if something terrible was about to happen, and it was obvious what it was. His sweat poured down his brow from the sweltering heat of the sun, being under all the metal armor was only making it worse. His sapphire eyes fixed upon the onslaught that was approaching, counting...watching...strategizing. We may not live out this day he thought to himself. But he quickly pushed such things aside and prepared himself for the attack. Though Ademar would soon find he was not nearly prepared enough.

[Aurora]

The day was quickly turning to night as now the grey and yellowish colored skies were over the battlefield. Green eyes scanned the feild. She had been on the forest side where the road met the darkest end of the neverending darkness. This mysterious girl, who, all from the opposing side knew fairly well, seemed to take pleasure in just watching as the others seemed slightly confused. The lines had been broken. Or so they thought. The battle had come to a slight stand still for the leader, Lothar, had been killed in battle as were the commanders. Not all, but most had been horrifyingly mingled and were now mixed in the with dead of this 'playing feild'. This kingdom was now within the grasp of the enemy, but not before there would be a way out of this.

The men were all lined and looking upon the two pairs of eyes looking up at them. Overconfidence was among them now. Two against an entire army could never succeed. Silence...among everyone now. There seemed to be slight confusion in the midsts. Arien sighed. It was time. She had a smirk about her as she stepped out from the darkness and made her way to join 'her' army. She stood there among them now, wearing their colors, their armor, coat of arms. Her eyes focused on them, still that dangerous, playful smirk on her lips as she made her way slowly down to them.

Her footsteps were light on the blood moistened ground. She made walking over the dead bodies look like such an easy task. When in reality she was trying hard to keep her composure. Her hair was just past shoulder length and down one side of her shoulder. It gleamed a golden brown of a brunette, light curls at the ends. Her attire was fitting, hugging her every curve and showing her midrift slightly, some clevage was there as well. The pants were fitting to her waist as a belt held them there about two inces from her belly button. She had on a white blouse that went off the shoulders with a vest over it that was tight and had three buttons down the front of it. Her eyes were all that spoke out to them though. They were this suductive, piercing green that not just anyone could resist. Her small waist well armed and her expression one of determination. She walked down to where this 'king' was and she looked him up and down. "So..." She started speaking in a calm tone. "You are the fabled King Zika, and his close of a captain Ademar." She started to walk around the two of them. Taking small sure footed steps.

She spoke up again. "So valiant, so brave, the both of you out here facing your dooms. I promise you it will be an honorable one." As she walked though, the circle around Zika became closer. "Such a horrible day isn't it, to see your kingdom fall right before you. How does it feel to know that you will join the pile of dead carcases that lay at your feet now?" She continued until finally she was up and almost in his face, her rosie lips almost upon his, her breath smelling of lucious pepermint. Her fingertips going seductively across his back and over his shoulder until she was leaning on him from the front her lips near his neck and ear as she whispered something to him. "I can save you, and your captain..." His response was not something she expected though.

"You walts down here suductive and poise. Your words filled with doubt how am I to accept help from an enemy?" She gave a low chuckle slightly. "If you know what's good for you and your kingdom, young king, you'll go along with what I have in store, our lives reside on it" As she spoke to him though, her arms were around him almost as in an embrace. Arien's hands firmly on his back as she pulled a dagger from his sleeve. It was sleek and slender in it's form. She whispered into his ear once more. "When you feel the cold steal against your back, drop." It was the last thing she said to him before in a quick flick of the wrist, she plundged the dagger into his back, making it go through his tunic, but making it look like a killing thrust from behind. She went through this motion twice before she pulled out the dagger on the second thrust, she cut the top of her arm with her eyes watering slightly. The dagger, now coated in a heavy layer of her blood. She looked to the side, blinking hard to clear the pain out of her mind now. Everything that happened finished in a matter of seconds, although to her at the moment it felt like an eternity.

Once she had slightly regained herself, she turned to face the army. Holding up the dagger and then heard the light thud of the body of the 'once king' fall behind her. The army on the hill cheered loudly and she again had that smirk on her lips. The stinging of the wound though felt unbearable. Her eyes wandered over her shoulder though and she saw Ademar running towards the King. Arien of course saw her opportunity and she took off back up the hill at a walk. The army please as they threw things here and there. She herself smiling and keeping her cut open arm away from ay of their veiws.

Arien walked to them, but then made her way back to the forest where she had easily taken shelter before. Her magnificent beast of a horse was there. She pulled herself up with some difficulties, but she decided to make her way to the castle. She knew that he would be taken there by someone. Even if he was'dead'.

[m3m0ria]

“Who was she?!?” Zika demanded as he rushed to his thrown room. “Who does she think she is?” Zika was angry. His body was still able to fight. He wanted to fight. Yet in the quickness of her presence he had decided that his life was not worth giving for this kingdom. He fell to the ground in an attempt to save his life, not thinking of the children in the schools. Not thinking of his wife who had watched him from the very beginning. He could only imagine her reaction when she saw that witch circle around him and turn to face her army with a bloody knife in her grasp. The cold imagines of her pain when she saw his body fall amongst the horde of dead ones before him. Her tears and sorrow when she would have saw Ademar carry his corpse into the kingdom again. Tears began to swell, but with a brief moment they receded. He thought of comforting her. No not before he handled that woman!

“I need time to think!” Zika yelled to the noblemen surrounding him and as he left the war room gradually trying to regain his inner being walking to his thrown room. He walked down the grand hall, designed by himself as a tribute to his father. The hall extended from the main confusion of the castle to the relaxing thrown room built by his father. The solid gold pillars extending into the heavens, stonewalls surrounding the pillars broken to reveal the calmness of the outdoors. Still even with the windows the walls were capable to withstand countless attacks from catapults. Zika stopped near one of the windows watching a beautiful blue jay fly near by. The animals had it so simple. No war to look forward to. No civilization to nurture and eventually watch crumble. Watching that bird Zika had lost all sense of fear, all sense of hopelessness. Then suddenly it all returned as he turned to see Ademar by his side. He truly was loyal.

Together they walked into the thrown room desperate to forget what had just happened. Zika opened the colossal double doors of the thrown room. He turned to Ademar whose eyes widened at the sight before him. Zika slowly turned his head to see the young woman sloppily resting on HIS thrown. The woman’s feet dangling over an armrest and her back resting on the other, She sat there waiting twirling the very knife she had faked his assassination with. She merely sat there waiting for the king’s entrance drinking HIS wine from HIS glass. Only god was to know what was to transpire as the door ever so softly creaked its way closed…

[Ademar]

Ademar went over the 'battle' over and over again in his head, he remembered what the king whispered when he had dropped to his knees beside Zika,, 'im ok' he whispered.

"I just don't understand it" The prince said. Why in the hell did you play along sir? whats going on here?" Ademar's words seemed to snap the king from a daydream as he watched a blue jay through thew window. They began walking to the thrown room. "I mean...why would she do sucha thing in the first bloody place anyway??" Ademar went on and on untill they reached the throne room. As the doors were opend for them byt he guards Zika had turned to Ademar to say somthing, but Ademar didn't hear the question as his eyes shot wide open at the site of thwe throne. Zika slowly turned and noticed too. He took a few steps foreward. "you wench!...get out of that throne now" Ademar drew his sword from his side. "I'll not say it again.

[Aurora]

Arien had in fact ridden slowly to the castle where the prince now was with his most faithful servant, Ademar. She thought of this entire plan of how she would enter, how she would get through the guards and where she needed to be, but once a few failed attemps of plans went through her mind, she realized that there were no guards to get through and no one that she would have to kill to get into the castle. This made a smirk appear on her lips once more, it seemed to be her lucky day. She chuckled as her horse stopped in the forest line near the servants door entrace.

When she dimounted, she went into the saddlebag and reached for a cloth and ripped in half. Wrapping it around her upper arm for the blood that was there had already started to drip off her fingertips and it was getting annoying to feel sticky and so very unclean. She wrapped the deep gash on her arm as best as she could, although somewhat loose it would do for now. She let her horse do as it pleased and she really had no difficulty getting into the castle itself. The hallways were long and empty, so empty that her boots echoed slightly with each step. She walked with pride and confidence. Until she found the room that she wanted; the throne room.

She kicked open the huge double doors and both of them swung open with a small crash. Arien was amused. She closed the doors behind her and so left them unlocked. There was a table there and an interested 'ooo' came from her lips as she made herself right at home. Taking hold of the kings goblet, she chuckled feeling so cleaver at the moment. She poured the best wine that there was so that the pain of her wound would ease even just a little. Yet, something more interesting caught her eyes, the throne. She smiled and with the goblet still in her right hand, she walked up the three steps before the throne and then plopped her selder self down.

She looked out and for a few moment's she felt so very powerful, but it left her just as quickly as if came, so she slouched back on the throne until finally she became so comfortable that she was laying on the the throne with her legs over the armrest and her head resting on the other one. Arien smiled grandly as she lay there, swining her legs back and fourth lightly and having fun, yet wondering what was taking them so long. Her question was soon answered.

The doors once again opened and there they were. It brought her gaze sharply to the door with the noise, yet she acted as if she was unmoved. Taking another cleaver sip of the goblet. "you wench!...get out of that throne now" Echoed first in the halls and it made her spit out the wine back into the goblet. She chuckled though, but he spoke up again, the fabled Ademar. "I'll not say it again." She chuckled again though. Her voice was projected, not yelling. "I would think you both would give me the honor of a banquet for saving your lives." She wasn't angry, she had expected their reactions to be this as well, so it was not surprising. She did put the goblet on the small table near the throne though and stood up somewhat in slight respect. "As for the wench part...I can be.....but I do not think you would like to see that...side of me now would you good sir knight..."

Her gaze went back to the king though. "I see you are well." She said in a normal tone, the sarcasm was gone from it for a moment. "I know you have many questions, but I'm willing to answer them for you" She almost seemed human there for a moment. Arien was, but she had her days, and her issues, but more of that to come, and it will.

[Aurora]

Aurora was a most beautiful and very poise girl. She had been brought up right eventhough she was merely the King's personal servant, seeing as the rest were gone. Aurora had the most emerald green eyes and the longest brunette hair that had threads of gold that seemed to shine with each movement she made. She had the body of a goddess and her smile was just breathtaking. And her complection was silk to the touch. At the moment she had on a fitting gold and tan gown that hugged every curve of her body, yet her small footsteps were stepping lightly yet quickly down the halls to the King's chambers.

Her delicate form kneeled over a bath for a while, drawing the weary King a warm bath to help sooth him. Soon the glistening porcalin tub was filled with warm water she Aurora was pouring soothing oils into the water as now the room smelled of herbs. She let that sit for a while as she now moved to the King's main bedchamber, going over to the bed, she flattened out the cool silk sheets and made the bed with the many pillows. She opened the drawer to a small nightstand and took out bandages and linens should he be hurt at all, and placed them on the edge of the bed.

Seeing as the most important thing was out of the way, she made her way to the cherry oak wardrode where the King kept his fine attires, and she picked one out for him. It was navy blue with a silver trim, and darker blue patters on the pants and tunic it'self. The cloak was a back with a silver trim as well, but she hung that up and would wait until he dressed to put that on him. Black boots were placed on the ground before the bed, nice and shiny, almost brand new. His ring and crown were on the bed as well now as she organized everything on her own. A fresh towel layed out for him and a plate of food on the small table near the fireplace, yet she knew the King well enough to know that he would not be alone to dine, so she placed a plate of fruits, one for the King and one for his Queen.

She was pleased with everything she had accomplished in so little time, she merely waited in the room, looking out the window to where there were glass double doors that led to a balcony, the view was not one that she usualy saw when she looked out that window, instead it was a horrible sight, something Aurora had never in her life seen before. So much death, her eyes looked away and down, such a sight would not be so easily forgotten. She merely turned her back to it and waited patiently for the Prince and Captain to arrive so that they would ask something of her or dismiss her. Either way she would be happy. Aurora was pretty much the only servant they had now, all the others fled, yet Aurora stayed, she had no where else to go.

[m3m0ria]

"You wench! Get out of that throne now" Zika's young comrade spoke. Ademar’s words were full of more foolish than grace. He really did not know the situation Zika was put in. This woman, although appearing a wench, was showing and asking for what she deserved. She had saved the life of a king. She could have killed him if she felt inclined to do so. She decided not to. When killing in war the victor keeps the spoils. You keep what you kill. Whether Ademar knew it or not that woman he just called a wench was ruler of this land.

Despite Ademar’s words the woman remained easily calm. Had she preplanned their entire conversation ahead of time? Her lips were poise, as Ademar spoke again, “I’ll not say it again!” “ADEMAR!” the king spoke “Calm your nerves! This is no way to treat a guest. I know what you think but she saved our lives. This is no way to treat our savior.” With that Zika darted his eyes to Ademar, in an attempt to manually persuade him. Surprisingly, Ademar’s eyes were already closed a sign that he was calming himself down. “You staged my death to save me. Why? Why would you defy your own people? I have so many questions to ask you.”

Zika spoke words full of confidence as though he still here king. “Now, along with these questions come a few words of encouragement. First…” He placed his piercing stare upon the woman. “Get your degrading lips off my goblet. Second, you are a guest in MY castle whether you like it or not. All guests are to check in at the foyer. If your name is not on the list, there are orders to kill you immediately! I strongly advise you sign that list. And finally…”Zika spoke walking up to the woman still resting in his thrown. With his long war pale fingers he grabbed her by the back of the neck. “Get the hell out of my chair!” with that he threw her to the bottom of the steps and proceeded to sit in HIS chair. He sat himself down. “Now you may answer my questions.”

[Ademar]

“ADEMAR!” the king spoke “Calm your nerves! This is no way to treat a guest. I know what you think but she saved our lives. This is no way to treat our savior.” The prince's eyes widened drastically for a moment at these words. They came as such a surprise to him, but he clenched his fists and calmed his nerves. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath. The king began to speak once more, and it made Ademar smile as he once again took order in HIS throne room. Ademar stayed at the king's side the entire time, and ass he tossed the woman from the throne he crossed his arms and stood at Zika's right hand as he sat in the massive throne. Ademar was angry with himself, why hadn't he joined the battle sooner? why didn't he sacrifice for his king? but he pushed it all away as he now stood in the throne room where he belonged once more. "ask your questions of her my lord, then I shall place her safely int he dungeons until she is needed once more. You need to get to the healers, and then to your bed as soon as you can"

[Aurora]

She was pushed aside now as she had placed the goblet down, but not before a last drink of course. She chuckled lightly though as this so called Prince looked to her like such a criminal. He spoke of placing Arien in the dungeons and she laughed at that. "Go on Sir...You may try, but the iron bars will not hold me for long." Her gaze went back to the King himself now as she paced lightly before him. "So...I believe you've some questions for me, now, mind you, I cannot answer all of them, but I will do my best. As for you friend here, he seems to be a loyal friend, I would watch him if I were you..." Arien said this with a satisfied grin. With that, she waited for a response as she tied her hair up in a ponytail. It was neat and the ends lightly curled as it went over her shouder slightly. "well?" She asked a little impatienly.

[m3m0ria]

Her words echoed throughout my thrown room. “Well?” Her attitude was preposterous but cunning in a way. Her actions were obviously well planned out, her attitude planned as well. What was she up to? That was what truly puzzled the king as he pondered over her actions only moments ago. His mind snapped out of the daydream, ask questions remember all the questions. Why? That was it ask her why she would defy her people to help a king and a kingdom that she did not know nor did anything for her.

“Why? Why would you help this kingdom?” His question pierced his insides as it felt like he was willing away his soul. He awaited an answer. He said the question again. “Why would you help this kingdom?” Her silence continued. Why was she being silent? Anger was seen in Zika’s eyes as his sadistic stare slowly overcame his body. He took a deep breathe in attempting to calm his nerves. Suddenly a sharp pain was felt. The pain came from his right side. Zika’s stare was broken by the frantic squint to ease the pain. Before he knew it his hand caressed the side in an attempt to sooth his body. He indeed was injured and as he pulled his hand from his side and saw a bloody palm staring back at him he quickly removed himself from his throne room.

The wound began to sting until no pain was felt at all. His eyes began to role, the room began to spin, and before he knew it the off shade of black only known from the inside of a person’s eyelids overcame him. He awoke to bandages and Egyptian cotton sheets. His head hurt. His body ached from lack of movement. How long had he been out? He slowly began to stare around the room.

To his left was a flower picked from his garden outside, a little to the right was his servant, Aurora, carefully rewrapping a wound on his leg. Directly in front of him were the two most loyal people he had ever known. His beautiful wife and queen of this kingdom, Elizabeth, and Ademar, the always poise knight of the fourth brotherhood, one of the legendary four horsemen, the knights of legend who are unmatched in speed cunning and combat.

He truly felt at ease and slowly he began to relax. Then, the tension returned when he saw all the way to his right, Arien. She was staring out the window now, surprisingly calm and secure. Her body language showed sorrow and from the angle that Zika rested he could see a sorrow ridden raindrop fall from her grieving clouds… What in God’s earth was going through her mind?

[Ademar]

Ademar had seen the blood on his King's hand, tho he already knew the man was wounded. His eyes widened tho as he got out of his thrown and tried to make his way down the halls bleeding even more profusely now, as if him now being aware that he was injured was only making it worse. Ademar looked to the woman, she had stated that bars would not hold her so he grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her a long with him as he ran after the king. Not but a few moments later they had him in his chambers, Aurora was tending to his wounds. Ademar always found it hard to concentrate on anything at all when the lovely Aurora was in his presence. He always thought she was the most amazing, beautiful girl in all the land. But he shook the thoughts from his mind as he stood there watching over his King...but not to be rude he helped Aurora, getting her the things she would need and he began to clean up, picking up the cloths and rags she had used and the extra snippets of bandages. He helped her just to catch a glimpse of her smile as she nodded her head to Ademar in thanks. But after all was done, Ademar, Aurora, Queen Elizabeth and this outsider were in the King's chambers awaiting his return to the conscious world. When Zika finally woke up The queen was at his side and Ademar stood closer to the outsider..whom he trusted not a single but, to make sure she only stayed put in her seat near the window. "My lord! how do you feel?"