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Alistair stood where he was; staring at the blood guard that was staring at him. It was a silent exchange of warnings from Druid to Guard. They had many things in common; magic and fighting skills among them; but there was a defined difference between them that he'd not thought about until the last months. Until the princess. These men would fighting and die for a woman; and before he'd thought them fools. Now he thought them idiotic fools. They were so willing to die for a woman who cared not for them. Understanding the difference now; only made him pity them rather then fear them. Expendable.

Turning at the sounds of movement he took in the first sight of the witch. She wasn't what eh expected from a warrior woman; softer and more feminine looking but older as well. He knew without having to ask that she'd been alive in the purge. That she knew damn well if they did not return the ward; then they'd be looking at round two. Yet here she was as if none of it mattered.

He said nothing until she approached and then he spoke a Druid greeting followed by the words in the English language rather then the ones Druids used; he cared not if she knew the greeting for it would be easy to tell what he meant. "Sastimos, I am Alistair;" He told her; unable to claim any clan or group; for be belonged no where. His family and that village long since dead; and there was no use claiming that name. "I have come seeking a word with you."

Her definition of a bit; and his were likely to be two very different things. She would wish to see people; speak with them; bid them good night and all but tuck them into bed. He would walk the room to make sure all was well then just leave. "As you wish," He told her; knowing he could pretend to be one of them for a while longer now that he had insensitive.

The insensitive being her bed of course; and the goal of 'tucking her in'. He lead them toward the large feast room; knowing that the heat from so many bodies pressed together was the worse part. Now that he knew she was with a child; he felt all the more reason to not leave her side. To make sure the idiots in the room knew damn well who's arm she belonged on. His. He didn't want her kingdom; her gold. He just wanted her.

Alistair knew that their were some customs they could not break yet; but if he did anything as king it would be breaking some of their rules meant to annoy the living hell out of him. The first one would be holding her hand. He planned to do nothing with her politics; and even more nothing with ruling people; but he was going to do many things.

Being a knight in her world had shown him some things he could do. Things nobles were too high up to take notice of; and were needed more then his opinions at whatever court they held. He knew well before he showed up that his main job as her king would be to keep her safe; the rest she could contend with. Whoever didn't like it; could come to him and complain. If they bloody well dared. "No change has found my mind." He told her; long after her teasing remark and his mind had realized she was calling him an idiot in that moment.

Alistair watched as she paused for a moment and then began undressing. He'd seen woman with out their skirts before but never a noble woman. He would have made the judgment that you couldn't tell one from the other naked but it didn't take long before he was amending his judgments. Her skin was too pure white; untouched by the sun and labor; and unscared or winkled. Alistair's face didn't exchange expressions but his shoulders tightened from the effort to attempt to remain neutral.

She finally hid herself under a layer; then more layers of clothing. Why the bloody hell did she wear so much? If that caught on fire she'd be dead before he could pull it off. Not that it was a worry here in this pristine castle; but he felt the need to find a flaw in it. It was not til she asked him to touch her that he knew it was a bad idea.

he wanted to tell her no; and demand she find something she could dress in all on her own; but he was rather in a hurry to get her skin out of sight. He wanted to tell her that if she had sensible clothes she could do it her self; but instead he silently reached out to pull the lances together. The backs of his fingers brushed over the soft skin of her back; and his actions slowed. She was so damn soft.

When the laces were done up; his hand turned around and his fingers brushed upwards from her spine up her neck. It took a long moment for him to realize what he was doing and to stop himself. Moving his hand to her arm he pushed her a few steps forward to get her moving. "Shoes." He told her; wanting her dressed so they could go find her bloody book.

Her plan was not only to read a book; but sit and wait for the next wave to hit? Was she not a princess?! Is this how she planned to rule a bloody kingdom?! Wait for things to happen?! How the bloody hell was she still in power? She had moved away from the child; and over to the same wardrobe that he'd hidden the package one. Either she was very careful about not looking at it; or she knew what as in it. Why did she not know where it was?

Too many damn questions. Alistair walked over to stand over the large box thing the baby was resting in. Some sort of bed made just for a baby this size. Most were too poor for things like this; and baskets were used or beds were shared. When he looked up at her; he noticed she paused and looked at him. He didn't move and did his damnest to not blink. Apparently there were some advantages to being her husband. Turning so that he could fully face her; Alistair folded his arms over his chest and waited for the show. He would talk about her idiotic plan when she was done.

He had her down and at her mercy; not stopping until she cried out his name. He did not miss the parallels of then and now; and did not miss what the next step was. He gave her a moment to catch her breath as he watched her and then he kissed her again. The fist time had been more of an unplanned moment where he'd been rather unsure of her reaction.

He had thought the kiss would soften her toward things; and he'd been wrong. He'd not tried to show her since but he was starting to think it was time. Time to show her something magical; and beautiful to make see how un evil it could be. It was idiots and fools who made magic have the name it did. Magic in truth was everywhere and touched everything.

Why the bloody hell had she needed to use one the weapons that he did not normally even let off his body to kill a man? How had she even gotten it? His hand lifted to the scar on his chest and he wondered if he'd been down. Ignoring what said asked of him using the long blade he walked over to the fireplace and reached in to it; feeling along the hot wall that lead up into the smoke tunnel.

When his hand emerged it was a little darker from soot but there was a bundle wrapped up in his hands. Bigger then anticipated. Why hide this from his wife? Opening it just enough to pull the two daggers out he pulled it back closed; not wanting to expose anything in it. He knew without looking what it was. A travel pack; he had been ready to leave. In it would be coin, and a empty water skin, with string an a sharp bit of metal so that if their was a place for fishing it could be done. It was slightly bigger then just a small pack; so he knew he had not been planning to leave alone.

"I need names." He told her; putting the pack on top of one of the higher closet or wardrobes; so she could not reach it with ease. "Of anyone in this castle last night that would have reason to do this." He told her; coming to stand before where she sat. "And I need to know were to find them." Because he was going hunting.

That was odd. Alistair watched her for a moment before moving to look under the heavy mattress. There was nothing. "Why would I hide them from my wife?" He asked her; finding that a very important fact in his state of mind. They were his life line of sorts and the way he kept alive. He needed them down to begin hunting down the people who took his memories from him; and his wife didn't know where he kept them?

He looked around the room; trying to decide on a place that he would feel safe to put them. Where would be a place easy to get too; but out of reach of people he did not wish to get them. "Do I wear them often?" He asked; looking toward the sword he'd seen earlier and wondering if that was the clue he needed. "Or just that." THAT overly heavy and too long of a blade that could slow a man down in a fight.

Hair? He looked at her's and reached up to run his fingers through it; bring them down so it would fall free and lay down. "You are a princess; you out rank everyone here. If someone gets nosy, tell them to go to hell." He hold her; knowing she would not do it and that she would think he was joking with her. "Politely."

Alistair wasn't a fond of the gossips and the games they played here; for it was too hard to fight what no one said to your face. When words were the weapons of choice it was harder to let his steel take down the foe. It was a game he'd not learned to play; but had managed to make them uncomfortable playing around him. It was one of the many games he hated of her world.