A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.



The remainder of the day had been uneventful. (F/n) had continued to read the two books while Will had remained outside. He must have been at the back of the house because he wasn't anywhere near the lake. At least that was the case until it was close to dusk. Perhaps, he had gone to his secret holding area for his wicked appetite. If that place existed, she wanted to avoid it at all costs.



After a short stop at the lake shore, he came back into the house with two more clinglobs in hand. Closing the children's tales book, she was about to get up, but he walked into the room. "Hopefully, you weren't too bored in here all day."



"No, I enjoyed the reading. It's been awhile since I've just been able to sit down and read." That was somewhat true. Beforehand, she had been reading for research purposes. This was more of enjoyment reads. "Still, I wouldn't think you to still own a fairytale book, but it was nice to read some of the old tales again."



"Well, that book is my sister's. Honestly, she leaves a lot of things behind it seems," he answered with a sigh before a shrug followed. It sounded, though, like he was holding something back. She questioned whether the original owner of the book was really his sister.



Getting to her feet, she grabbed the books and put them away. "Can I help with dinner? You made breakfast this morning, and I just sat by. So, I feel that I should be more helpful."



"I wouldn't mind the aid. Come along then, and I'll show you how to make some delicious soup." He turned on his heel and headed back into the kitchen. When they were both by the preparation counter, he set the fish down before he started to show her how to cut them. Will worked on the first and handed the knife to her for the second.



If she were committed to her old tactic of attacking him to convince him, she would've held the knife to his throat in an instant. Since that wasn't the case, she brought it to the fish. As she was cutting the clinglob, though, she could easily feel Will's stare on her. It was unsettling to say the least. Was he imagining her under the knife?



His left hand soon rested over her right. "That's enough ... Let's turn to seasoning now." Complying, she placed the knife down and looked over to him. There was the tiniest of grins on his lips. It appeared as though he had been chuckling madly to himself. It vanished soon after, but it reminded her that at any moment he could lash out at her. She could be his next meal within a few seconds.



Once everything for the meal had been prepared, Will grabbed the pot and went outside to fill it with water. From there, she placed the fish, seasonings and herbs into the pot before it was put over the fire. When the meal was ready, they both ate. Light conversation greeted them along with the occasional lingering glance and dual meaning remark from him. Nothing of new information came to her ears, which was a disappointment. It appeared, though, that Will was purposely avoiding anything of that nature, meaning that the memory from before was possibly still haunting him.



As the night before, he headed out to take his bath, though; this time, he took the dishes and wash bucket as well. She made her way into the bedroom, taking her boots off and putting them in the same place as the last night. (F/n) pulled the covers over herself and kept her gaze on the ceiling. Were she to glance out the window, she would see something that she would rather evade.



She rolled onto her left side. (F/n) held the sheets closer for warmth, but her mind traveled to how Tarhuinn was holding up. It wasn't hard to imagine him causing trouble for the pixies. He probably already tried to escape once or twice. At least, he had been prevented from calling out to her again. Maybe, he understood that using such a tactic while she was so close to the mage was a poor idea. If she were to go into that state again, Will would find it more than suspicious. There was a chance that he didn't know what a kelremm was, but, with Tergii's and Bimaa's monthly trips out here, she doubted it.



That's when she heard it. Her name was being lightly called. She recognized the soothing tone of his voice. Part of her wished to get up and go back to him, but the rest of her forced herself to stay put. Right now, she couldn't answer his call. He needed to accept that. Bringing the sheets closer to her, she closed her eyes and could picture his protective arms around her. The calming image nearly lulled her to sleep; however, the opening of a door brought her back to her senses.



Moving back onto her back, she glanced over to see Will dressed in a simple green, long-sleeved shirt and brown pants. He smiled to her from the doorway before setting down the wash bucket and putting away the clean dishes. Once done, he came into the bedroom and made himself comfortable on the floor with the blanket. Will said goodnight to her before seemingly falling asleep.



Like before, she had stayed awake until she felt that he was really asleep. After rolling back onto her left side and making a quick check on his state, she was pleased enough and let the image of being in Tarhuinn's hold bring her into the folds of sleep.



A little bit of time passed before Will sat up from his position. Smirking, he got to his feet and quietly made his way back into the kitchen. He grabbed a clean knife before he made his way back into the room. When they had been preparing dinner, he had been quite tempted to slice the blade across a section of her skin, but he had resisted the urge. One of his grins hadn't been able to stay away, though. Luckily, it had faded away soon enough.



Carefully, he pulled the sheets from her clutches and away from her body. A shiver ran up her form. Her hands reached, grabbing onto his right pant leg. The smirk wouldn't leave his lips as he sat down on the bed and permitted her to hold onto him more. He moved the pillow aside, which permitted her to rest her head on his lap. His stunning prize's breathing remained steady.



Gently, he pushed aside some of her (h/c) locks. His fingers trailed lightly across her right cheek before he moved them down to her lips. They were silken soft. He desired to bite at them gently before doing so roughly. To have her crimson life source run down his own lips nearly caused him to drop the knife in his left hand. He couldn't wake her, though.



Regaining his focus, he took up her right hand and upturned her palm to him. Steadily, he drew the blade across her skin. She winced in her sleep, and he paused for a moment. When she calmed back down, he continued. Once finished, he licked the blade clean. The taste was as though someone had dipped a fresh cherry in the finest chocolate. If sweet bread were to be dipped in her blood, it would be absolutely divine.



Placing the knife to the side of him, he brought her palm to his lips. To keep himself from losing complete control, he allowed himself only one lick. As he dragged his tongue across, he healed her wound as well. A groan exited her lips before she went to move in her sleep. She rolled onto her stomach, and he had to let go of her hand. It was healed by then, but he couldn't keep his mind from how delicious the rest of her would taste. No doubt, he had to hold onto her for longer. His bluebell was something to be treasured.



Slipping away from her, he picked up the knife, put it away and lay back down. Tomorrow, though, he would have to work on his last catch to keep himself from moving along too quickly with his prize. They were to go fishing, however. Maybe, he should get up earlier. As he made such plans, a grin plastered itself on his lips before he drifted off into sleep himself.



Unaware to both of them, Tarhuinn was still awake. He sat upright in the pixies' home. The royals were asleep, but several guards kept watch on him. While he called his beloved's name, he focused the rest of his energy on his bonds. It would take awhile, but he would break them slowly so as not to draw attention to himself. His rage would channel itself steadily into the icy holds.



By the end of tomorrow, he should be free. The problem would be getting out of the area on the thin water path. First, though, he would have to dispatch of the guards. Occasionally, to take a break from the bonds, he would watch his night guards' behavior. He studied every aspect of them to learn their weaknesses. It would be better to knock them unconscious than to kill them. If he were captured again, he would probably receive better treatment, which would lead to him having a higher chance of escaping again.



Sleep tried to claim him on multiple accounts, though. Eventually, it would ensnare him, but he forced himself to stay awake as long as possible. Rain had started to pour down with the passing of the night hours. The water felt luxurious across his skin and cleansed him of the past days' efforts. Both royals wouldn't allow him a bath since they knew better than to remove his bonds. Unfortunately, that wasn't the most humiliating thing out of his captive state. To have guards watch him relieve himself was something that irked him greatly.



Just the thought of it caused him to put a little too much energy into his work against the bonds. A crack was heard, but he kept his gaze pinned to the pixie guards. He acted as though it was nothing and relaxed his hands and feet. Moving his gaze up to the sky, he allowed a few droplets to fall into his mouth before he fell back. Tarhuinn told himself that tomorrow he would get free; he would be able to get (f/n) back.