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Amaranta-2. Captive of Elf’s King
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Amaranta-2. Captive of Elf’s King

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«We saw each other recently.»

«You’re the first cavalier, who is tired of me.»

«Perhaps not the last.»

«Do not be rude!»

«Sorry, but you are extremely intrusive,» quite like a darkness, which is lipped to everything and takes the monstrous outlines for her back.

«Do not forget that I am a lady. The code of knights and elves do not allow cautiousness with the lady, even if the monstrous.»

An annoying one! And then he would immediately put her out. Maybe you should change the code? But it will affect and gentle ladies, such as Amaranta. There is a society once in relation to someone, and the elves will take care of all in a row. The love of his subjects to pranks is strong. Sometimes he barely restrains them. Although it is worth it to restrain? Is it not better to declare agaist Medei Shai war than regularly playing her cavalier and tolerate rumors about the wedding and that he himself the king of elves in the end will be under her heel, because she is an incomparable beauty, and he’s only a man. It can break and depict indifference how much will fit. And all the magic society is already confident that he will dry by the queen of fairies.

«You think about her!» Medea Shai sniffed to the air as if the thought of the interlocutor could have improving the fragrance of treason. «About the man’s wife! Do you think she is better than me?»

It is urgent to come up with an excuse, but Dagda is tired of playing these games. Pulled to tell the truth. Instead, he flashed the first thing that came to mind.

«She is less demanding than you. It is easier to make her happy. Do not have to keep the army of monsters with her so that she felt like a queen.»

«And she is very similar to angels and cloud fairies. You always fell weakness to them. It is a pity that earth girls are very prolific. You can have many monsters from her. Even if she lives only one human life, the black army of her bastards arise near the seven hills, which will certainly want to beat off your power and rule themselves. Bastards of people from elves are extremely ambitious.

«Nothing! In addition to the seven hills, there are still green hills, and inside each of them can be established on a separate kingdom for each of the descendants.»

|Yes, the palace inside every hill will fit, the royal retinue is enough for everyone, the squads from the elves too. But what if your sons from Amarants will be greedy?»

«And if this is her daughters?»

«Monstrous ladies with horns and hooves that will want to rape the pretty elves.»

«Remember, it did not reach violence when your monsters seduced my elves and lured to themselves. Take at least Thierry and his warriors. Roddy weapons, love from your creatures, he sought, and not the opposite.»

– I agree, there are unattractive ladies, gifted by force to choose the most beautiful elves and mortal men. But I could not take me to the number of unattractive ladies.

«But you also got born monster from the mortals that you kept in captivity. Do not remember?»

«I don’t even know these children from other warriors in my army. But in your sunny country, the monsters will be too in the public eye. The last of them you personally killed so that he does not confuse other people with his appearance.»

«He was not my son.»

«But was the best friend. Almost half: brother, comrades, lover.»

«Only not a lover. I prefer women.»

«And I prefer men. Unlike most of the magic rulers who went into oblivion.

She is seductive. Black darkness, magic couples emanating from her – solid temptation. He circled his head, but his thoughts on Amaranta scattered him.

Dagda found the strength to throw off the hands of the queen of fairies from the shoulders. Her hands have already begun to let black roots in his coat. Of the graceful claws of Medea Shai such a nasty thing grew. And it still can not be called a monster? She could turn into the bloodthirsty black tree, which is staggering travelers with dry roots, or into a giant black flower, drinking blood – a lungwort. Because of the often transformations in the last nickname, the Lungwort got to her.

The prefix to her name was already hinting that the queen comes from the genus of hellish creatures, once formed in black deserts of the Kingdom with such a name. In the fortresses of Shai, whole armies disappeared. The kingdom of black deserts delayed human troops and caravans like a monster.

«What do you want from me?» Dagda asked directly.

«Combining two great states: Dark and Light. For absolute strength, I need day and night. And elves, and fairies. And monsters, and excellent creatures. I want to become the queen of the universe.»

«Then the king you no longer need.»

«But Amaranta will not get him.»

It has already resembled a threat.

Dagda also wanted to answer something sharp, but Medea Shai seems to finally realized that he was not happy about her here. In the place where she stood, now was only a black smoke pillar.

Friends from fire

Spark played with Amaranta in chess, burning the figures.

«Well, enough,» she said, noticing how after the rook and the queen was covered with something burnibg in his fingers. «So you will burn all the figures. And this board is dear to me. It is a gift from Shah, who was with the Embassy Mission at the court of Aluar.

«He wanted to marry you?»

«Yes,» she answered.

«Like the king of Aluar?»

«Right!»

Amaranta frowned. Where does Spark know so much? Really the fiery elf flew over the sea to spy behind her.

«So why did you refuse? Is there a queen worse than a provincial countess?»

«You’re very arrogant!»

«It’s a compliment?»

She was embarrassed.

«In my company to be brazen it means to be the main one. Therefore, I am a leader. Thank you for praising me, the most beautiful!»

He wanted to kiss her hand, but Amaranta was already reassigned and so burned his breathing palm.

It was not too nice to be friends with a fiery elf. He could burn in any moment. In addition, Spark was not restrained with the tongue, and demanded without the end the details of her personal life.

«Why were you still not expelled from the castle?«said Amaranta.

«Can you drive away the fire from the hearth?» her opponent smiled disarmingly.

«Can! But without fire it will be difficult to survive in winter, cook food and light the evening room for guests.»

«That’s it – I will be indispensable!«smiled Spark. «Therefore, I will assume that you are all, the official owners of the castle, in fact, my debtors. After all, without me, you will not be able to survive the cold, cook dinners and dinners, and to arrange the ball without my fire on the candlelight it is impossible at all. People are not fair, your weak vision will not allow you to dance in the dark. If I will not shine you, you boost each other.»

How in vain she revealed her mouth! I did not know that he was so closed to her words.

«By the way, you started speech on the cold.» «Spark somehow strains, and he flashed brighter. «Unusual fit! The cold carries not winter, but the breath of the ice beings, which you let go from the gorge where they were sharpened.»

«I did not let anyone. They themselves crawled to meet my carriage.»

«That’s it! You drove on the bridge, for which no one has staped for centuries. It is in the fog and is not visible. It cost you to go on it, and thet felt you. You were for them as a white torch.»

«I didn’t know that there is another way to the county,» Amaranta was weakly justified. «That bridge seemed the only existing in the district. It was necessary to ask the road from someone, but when we arrived at the port, no one even wanted to communicate with us.

– This is because of the evil spirits, which fell on board. From one of your dresses, Morgen is still divided by the smell. So called the inhabitants of the sea kingdom. All navigaters and the inhabitants of the coast in front of them tremble. If the morgen knocked on your window at night, then you do not live – you are pulled to the bottom. Morgens love pretty young girls.

«One my girlfriend disappeared from the ship.»

«Does Stream her know.»

«From where? Did he ever settle in the county recently, and before that he lived in the ponds of Aluar?»

«He hears how she sings at the bottom. Morgens love when their captives sing, imitating sirens. But Uriella is not just a prisoner. She became the wife of that morgen, who kidnapped her.

«You fool my head!»

«Ask Stream. Or listen to, leaning toward the pond. Through the sources, everything is heard and visible.»

«Depending on who! I will not see anything except water.»

«In addition, Stream will try to drown you. He, like all the water spirit, loves beautiful girls.»

«But how didn’t drowned Uriella?»

«Some at the bottom not drown – the true brides of water. Since the abducted beauty did not sink under water, it means that she can be married. Here with ice creatures is more dangerous. Their leader has already kidnapped the niece of King of Ilior and completely frozen her. And since it does not come out with the royal family, he will most likely freeze all the kingdom. But we will save you: I and my guard,» Spark winked. «Or it is better to call us a detachment by a volunteer to save an excellent lady. We surround you and warm up, even when everything comes here.»

«What is it?» Amaranta scolded from the board the slide of the ash, remaining from the burned chess. «Only not asking kisses. I do not want to stay with a burnt face.»

«And for this you will help me open one door!» The elf took several chess figures from the board, obviously deciding that the game was won, and he has the right to keep himself something as a trophy.

«What else is the door?»

«Follow me!»

Spark fell out and flew forward as a torch, overclocking the darkness. From the curiosity Amaranta went after him.

«Where are we going?»

Rather, he flew, she walked, but Spark was not embarrassed. He hurried to the garden, and in the most rushing corner.

«In the crypt!» He responded, flew to the thickets. He was stolen from the board the queen, it had to be thrown into the bushes, because the figure in his fingers is hopelessly burned. «You need to unlock this door.»

The door was heavy and cast-iron, increasing moss and bind. This is definitely not the door of the surname crypt. It is located much to the left than the ever-locked entrance to the family tomb. Amaranta crashed from the door the stems of the bindweed. Under them was visible a key well in the form of some vensel.

Friends of Spark turned out to be here as here. They are really a whole team! They walked around a fiery round dance. The air heated from their presence. The breathing became more difficult.

«Let’s play!» One elf tried to burn her. Other giggle.

Amaranta tried to adopt them. As strange, what else, not to acquire children, she has already felt like a mother who cannot cope with the hooliganism of their own offspring. Fiery elves are not only in mind, but also in nature very much resembled risen children. They walked over her head like live fire pillars. And torches were not needed.

«Here is the key!» Spark handed her the key, dirty and rusty. It, probably, still resting at the bottom of the source or even in the quagmire.«Open!»

«And you yourself can not open?»

«If I could, I would not ask you to help me. This is nonsense – ask for the help of the lady.»

Did he believed himself that he is a knight who himself should serve the lady in all?

Mould remained from the key on her hands. Amaranta climbed into a garden well to rinse hands. The well bucket was full of water, and suddenly there was no water in a moment, and a water elf was leaned from the well. The one she has already seen. Only this time he was kinder. Even showed obsession.

«Do not communicate with fiery shoes, whatever they walked you. Better pay attention to me. I can greatly prove you on the day at the bottom. With my help, you could become a water queen. You know the story of Lilofey, which married the underwater king. At first she resisted, but then she was good at the bottom.

«Lilofey was a princess, and Amaranta is just a countess. She is suitable for beauty, but not suitable by origin,» Spark interrupted.»

«But the king of elves does not think so.»

Silence has come.

«Let him seek unmarried. Otherwise, the law on the same century will come into force before the wedding.»

«What?»

«Never mind! Open!»

The door succumbed. Spark kissed her. Lips burned. When he kissed the maid, he usually burned the face. She darted to the well. Reflection in the water comforted her. The lips turned red, but there is neither blister or burns. The skin has not burned down to the bone.

How it happened that the others he burned, but did not harm her? Ladies, burned by his kisses, were forced later to cover faces with veil. Amaranta managed to pay attention to the victims of his courting. Unfortunate ladies complained that they were a victim of the fireplace demon.

«There is a secret move to the hills,» a joyful voice of Spark came. «Thank you, babe, now we can fly to the hills.»

«Was it not easier to fly to them through the field at the castle?» Amaranta looked at the tightened cobweb. There was dark and damp.

«It is impossible through the field!» Spark flew in the darkness, burning the web. «This is the territory of Dagda. He will not let us down to the hills, because he remembers how we were fried the victims there. And through the underground we move easily! With underground spirits, I am easy to agree. By the way, you want to visit our hills. Inside, the whole workshop lies in them, where we are improving fiery magic on the received captured travelers.

It seems clear why Dagda drove them away. Spark was mentioned that he was driven away from all the magic courts.

«If the castle is precipitated, then through a secret move you can escape. You do not even need a torch, because we will shine!»

«Thank you! In case of siege, I will consider,» said Amaranta. Spark was right. Just in case you need to know what way to escape from the fortress. Another secret way is good in order to quietly leave the castle on dates with Dagda. Here and garden gate is no longer needed. Amaranta left the key for herself. She was not even noticed by Spark.

«Well, if the king of Ilior does not see you,» he talked. «And then the poor Angus will immediately have two rivals-kings. He and so from jealousy all got it. Luellin after all, likes flirting with the knights!