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Nuumia closed his black eyes and exhaled slowly. He had not had a moment to sit down and rest since his marrige. Though he had to admitt...he felt a serious sense of frustration and jealousy. He was married. He was the husband of Haellara. He was so proud of his position. He felt close to tears from the simple joy and happiness. Haellara was such a perfect woman! She was so beautiful and so powerful. Nuumia felt a tightness in his chest when he glanced down at the ring circling his finger. He would have been glowing with pride even more then he already felt...if he did not feel the same dissappointing displacement he had been suffering for well over a month now.

He was the husband. Today was his day. Yet Haellara was off and alone with Kyil! She'd been with him for...well...a while now! His jealouse mind already had it pinned as to what they were doing. It wasn't fair! He was supposed to be with her now! he was supposed to be wrapped up in her arms, enjoying the warmth and the alluring scent of the female that meant more to him then...then even his own life! Nuumia clentched his fingers around his finger and set his jaw. It was Haellaras choice to use Kyil. A part of him suspected that she was enjoying leaving him in this longing state. After all, nothing was going to change the devotion and desire he had for Haellara. Short of a sign from the Spider Queen herself of course. So why not toy with him? He'd always be there..waiting..whimpering...begging for her approval... Nuumia lifted a sleeve to slash the blue material across his eyes angerily. If Kyil wasn't here then she'd not be playing with him like this. He simply was no match for Kyil.

Nuumia lifted his head as he walked down the hall and towards haellara's room. The chapel was ready for her sacrifice. More then ready really. He had gone through the preparations three times to make certain everything was in preparation. At least now he'd not have to share her attention with Mikaril. Once that make was gone perhaps her interest in Kyil would change. It would suit Nuumia's jealousy to see Kyil pinned to that rack. Nuu hesitated outside of Hael's room. Should he knock and wait? He was her husband now...but he was still only a male... It would probably be better to not let this marrige go to his head. Biteing his tongue, and already well prepared for what he was sure to see inside, Nuumia gave the doors four hard knocks.

There was no immediate answer. Nuumia bowed his head and frowned. Haellara was probably enjoying Kyil too much to want to be bothered by him. Nuu's left hand fisted tightly as he stared down at the floor in agitation. He wanted to stomp a foot and vent somehow. This was his day! He was the one married! he was the patron now! It should have been him in there enjoying Haellara and learning how better to please her! It was then that he heard the pounding, and Nuu lifted his eyes to blink at the door. Something was...wrong.... he tilted his head to look at the guard, and he reached down to test the door handle. He was not too surprised to find it locked, as this was Haellaras room after all, he suspected that it was normally locked when she was within it after all. Nuumia made a gesture for the guard to unlock the door and he stepped aside as the key was inserted. This worried him. He couldn't have really heard what he had though. Such words would never have come from haellara. Something was just..wrong. After the door had been unlocked, Nuu placed his hand on the handle, and gestured down the hall.

"I want a guard posted to either end of this hall. Go, both of you. No one is to come down this hall at all. kill anyone who tries." The guards hesitated, and Nuu bared his teeth in a hiss. "Now!" There was still too much hesitation in their movements to obay. Once he was done checking on haellara hed have to get her permission to make an example. He couldn't risk being overlooked anymore. he was the patron damn it and he would be listened to by her servants and guards!

Nuu waited until the pair were at opposite ends of the hall before he swung the door open and slipped his slender frame through the opening. Immeidatly he just...knew...everything was wrong. A single look at Haellara had his hair standing on end. Grateful now that he had sent the guards away, he pushed the door closed behind him. "Matron...what happened? What is wrong? Where is the slave?"

Nuumia leaned back against the door. For the next few moments, he looked upon Haellara with unreadable features. His face was unemotional, those black eyes betrayed not a hint of what thoughts might have stirred within that mind of his. Immediatly the entier situation screamed that something was wrong. What had caused it though? What had caused the strong proud matron to be reduced to this weak sobbing creature? Where was Kyil?

Nuumia's eyes swept the room. There was no sign of the male. Not that he expected to see him. Haellara was crying for him and clawing at the door, which meant he had to have left. If nothing else, Haellara's own words were the clues he needed to make the connections. Something had happened. Haellara had Kyil brought here, with the intention of 'dealing with him.' Now...here was Haellara in a questionable mental state and Kyil was missing. Obviously whatever Haellara had planned to do to Kyil had been thwarted. Perhaps it had been used on her instead? Was this what she had planned to do to Kyil? Nuumia felt a rileing under his skin of irritation. It wasn't enough to use him and keep him close, she had to have his heart as well? Was he that damn special she had to have all of him? Nuumia closed his eyes and exhaled a slow breath. As much as he hated Kyil, now was not the time to let his own personal feelings get involved. His purpose was not to serve himself after all.
What was most agitating was that Haellara didn't even know who he was. He was her patron! her husband! She didn't even remember that? Did she even know she was a matron at this point? What sort of spell had Kyil reflected back on her? Ah Haellara! She should not have tried to use magic on a Spell Thief! He could only assume that Kyil had twisted the spell and sent it back on Haellara at this point. Nuumia crossed over to the other side of the room and knelt to slip a hand under one of her shoulders. "Come now Haellara. Up you get. At least sit on the bed." He gently spoke as he attempted to physically guide her to the bed. He'd have to find Kyil and make him remove the spell. That would be the first thing he'd do. Reguardless of his desire to do other things first. How dare he harm his wife!
"I will go and fetch Kyil and bring him back here to you. Then everything will be fine." He'd have to ensure he had Kyil convinced to remove the spell before bringing him into the room. If Haellara was this love lost for him Nuumia did not doubt that she'd attack him if he harmed the 'perfect' Kyil. "I need you to calm down and tell me everything that you remember Haellara. How long ago did Kyil leave you alone?"

Nuumia's eyes remained fixed on Haellara intently. Yes...as she spoke his suspicions were validated in part. This was surely magic. He did not interrupt Haellara's recounting of what she could remember. He did not want her to lose focus because of something he would say. he could ask her questions and prompt her in a moment. He could not imagin Kyil saying things so hurtful though. Kyil was far too..weak. he was soft. Of course, after seeing what he had done to haellara here, he had to wonder a bit huh? The sudden outburst that came from haellara had Nuumia up on his feet a second after her. Goddess preserve him, if she made for those doors he would do something he'd have to punish himself for later.

Instead though. Haellara vented like a spurned lover. A spurrned lover who had been cast off for a male she had often toyed with. Yes, he could see the anger in her. The jealousy. He -knew- that feeling. Some part of him felt satisfied that Haellara at least understood in a way how he felt when she was with Kyil. When Haellara sat back down on the bed, Nuumia took a step towards her, then paused. Wine? he began to look around the room slowly. He did not see any bottles out in the open that could be wine. His eyes swept in a calculating manner over the floor then, and caught upon the neck of the bottle. Nuumia crossed and knelt by the pile of cloths. Carefully he pinched the neck of the bottle in between his fingertips. He did not need to ask Haellara if this was the 'wine' she had been given. It was a open bottle, on the floor...it was suspicious...he would have to have someone check it immediatly for what sort of magic it had...and how to remove it's effects.

Oh, Nuu was sharp witted enough to guess that Haellara was under the effects of a love spell. maybe it was the wine, maybe it had been a actual spell. He had heard of magic spells that could do this too after all. What was more important right now...was haellara. Nuu's black eyes lifted to look at the weak and pathetic looking female. Nuumia formed a cheerful smile, one that reached into the black gloss of his eyes. "Now now. Don't think about it anymore Haellara. I'm going to fix everything. I promise." Nuumia carefully set the bottle on her dresser, and he stepped towards her to place his hands in a reassuring gesture upon her shoulders. "I am going to make everything better Haellara. But I need you to do exactly what I say, okay?"

At least she was not fighting him on this. That was good. Nuumia had been worried that Haellara would be too unreasonable to handle. He had not wanted to resort to physical measures to protect her. However, she agreed to do as he wished, and that made things so much easier for him. With his hands still upon Haellara's shoulders, he fixed his dark eyes upon Haellaras own lovely ones. Nuumia could not resist reaching out towards her face. useing the cuff of his dress shirt, he gently began to wipe away the traces of her tears.

"I will make it better. I will fix it all for you Haellara. That is what I am here for. I will protect you." His voice dropped to a very faint whisper as he insepected her features. "I will fetch Kyil. I will make certain he...loves you. I will make certain of it Haellara. He will not hurt you, and he will only make you smile." At least until this spell was lifted. "I will help you, so that he will forgive you. First, you must clean yourself up. You must make yourself as pretty as possible haellara. You do not wany Kyil to see you like this do you?" He coax's her gently with his words as he rises himself from the bed.

Nuumia watched carefully as haellara moved. His dark gaze never left the female while his mind flickered rapidly. Kyil... He had done something unforgiveable to Haellara. If anyone saw her now, it would utterly ruin her. Her House would lose face. Her servants would be quick to whisper the tales he suspected. If the guards had heard her weeping and wailing they would start the whispering. The first thing he needed to do was take care of them... It hurt him, as much as he did not want to accept it. It hurt him that his wedding day would be ruined like this. He had been looking forwards to finally being accepted into Haellara's arms. He was still longing for her kiss. He'd have to wait and pine longer it seemed. Indefinatly until this spell was broken, and that could take a while yet! It wasn't as if he could just come out and start asking about!

Nuumia trailed after Haellara as she entered the bathroom. She had been alone for hours now. She did not need him to hover over her. What she needed...was for her patron to lift this spell. Swallowing a hard lump in his throat, Nuumia withdrew in silence. Haellara's besotted mind would only be focused on Kyil now, so he did not believe she would notice his absence. Silently, Nuumia opened the door of her room, and he exited into the hall. Just as he had ordered, the guards had split and taken up a post at the far ends of the hall. Nuumia turned, and strode down the way to where one of the males stood and watched. He gave no warning, he gave no sign. Nuu flicked his hand and the finger blades hidden within a lower pocket snapped into place. With a single deft motion, Nuu leapt and stabbed with his middle and index finger. the thin blades slipped easily into the unsuspecting males neck. Severing the artery and sliceing through the windpipe, Nuu landed and held his arms open to accept the toppling male form...

"Gnuefh!!" That...was both wise and unwise. Catching the body certain kept it from falling and making noise. But...the male was easily three times Nuumia's own size! the dead weight overwhelmed Nuumia and bore him to the stone floor as it toppled. The guard's heavy body pinned Nuu to the floor, much to his riseing ire, and drew the attention of the second guard. The gard hurried down the hall, his blade drawn and red eyes darting about with a keen searching gaze. Yes...if anything had been noticeable, this guard would have taken heed of it. It was a shame really, to have to kill a male that would have been good at his job, but that is what they were for eh? As the guard knelt to remove his fellow guards body off Nuumia, Nuu took the open opportunity to twist his arm up and stab four of his fingers up into the vulnerable armpit of the guard. he felt the blades sink in, and he threw a bit more effort into ensureing the blades pierced deep into the males lungs.

As the second guard struggled to turn his blade against Nuu, he finished wriggling out from under the first and he squirmed some distance between the pair. He could just assume the guard would die, but he was not going to take any chances. Blood bubbled up over the lips of the guard, and Nuu assumed he was attempting to ask a question. He was probably asking why... Nuu formed a cheerful smile on his lips, and he wiggled his bloodied blades at the dieing male.

"Oh you know. These things just happen. now hurry up and die so I can get to work." He happily spoke to the guard. Nuumia's cheerful expression remained on his face as the Guard died at his feet. It was only after Nuu saw a signifigant drop in the guards body heat that he turned on his heel and padded down the hall. His goals were quite simple... Skipping down the steps, he kept up the happy appearance as he tapped on a servant's shoulder.

"Hey. There is a mess upstairs. The guards bothered me. So..yeah... Send someone up to get rid of the bodies and scrub the floor clean. I want guards posted at the far ends of the hall too. Double teamed. I don't want anyone in the hall. no one at all. Just me." He informed the female in his happy and light voice. Nuu gave her a pat on the shoulder with his bloodied hand, and he continued his downwards descent. He couldn't run, or hurry. Lest someone wonder why the new Patron was running like a scared lizard through the halls.

Prior to today, Nuumia would never have entertained the thought of entering Haellara's Playroom. That was akin to striding into the High Priestesses chambers in the buff. It was something profane and audacious. Nuumia was not so presumptious. But today things had changed. he needed to protect haellara. He needed to restore her and save her. And the first step in doing that was checking on Mikaril. Nuu half suspected to find Kyil within the room as he pressed the door open. The strong acidic scent of smoke and scorched stone wafted into his nostrils. What he found was a ruins. Nuumia stood within the door, his black eyes widening with each beat of his heart. Oh no... "No...no no no...He didn't...How?" Nuumia stared at the wreckage. He couldn't determin what had been what. The entier center of the room was blased clean. The stone was cracked and stained with black scorch's on both the floor and ceiling. Wreckage had been thrown against the four walls by the force of the force of the blast. Kyil had to have been here...and Mikaril was surely not...

Nuumia turned and slammed the door behind him. Another thing for him to hide. Another thing for him to fix...Nuu leaned against the door and closed his eyes. He had a lot to do...and the sooner he acted the better... Pressing himself away from the door, Nuumia felt a rather cold air settle over his skin. It seemed terribly...easy... was that something he should have been worried about? No...no this is what he was meant to do. This was why he was here. His black eyes narrowed into a fierce expression. No one was going to make his wife look like a fool... With a swift stride, Nuumia set events into motion. His mind easily noted the concerns pertaining to Haellaras condition.

Isolation. That was easily settled. With nearly all of the House gathered at the chapel in preparation of the sacrifice all Nuumia had to do was arrive. He threw the doors open swiftly, so they boomed in a loud attention gaining manner. With quick and swift steps, he took the fore, and spoke to the wide eyed crowd. His eyes swept the front rows in a searching manner.

"The Sacrifice is to be delayed. Matron Haellara and I have determined that Mikaril is to be sacrificed to the Spider Queen exactly eight months from today. Between now and then Matron Haellara has decided she shall personally oversee his continued torture. For the next eight months, day and night, Mikaril shall undergoe a constant session of torture. No one is to interrupt Matron Haellara in her Playroom. Not even the servants that clean her play room up. She is to be left undisturbed. Any who dare even so much as knock on her door shall be dealt with by me personally." He paused and looked about the room while he allowed soft murmuring to filter through the room. "Secondly... The guards whom were posted to watch over the slave Kyil have failed. Again." Nuu allowed his voice to drop to a growl and he curled his fingers up before him to make a display of the bloodied finger blades.

"The slave Kyil is hideing somewhere in the House. I want him found immediatly and brought to me personally. Until such a time Matron Haellara's room, and the hallway leading to it, is not to be entered. Under any circumstances. I want that slave found." Nuu paused, then gestured with his hands and raised his voice. "Well? Get to it!!!!!!" Nuumia watched as the area before him erupted into movement. He waited until the chapel emptied out before he left himself. He needed to check on haellara....

Nuumia inhaled deeply as he stood outside of Haellara's room. He ought to be thinking of it as his own room by now, but until this cursed spell was lifted he could not accept his due place. It was a depressing feeling, to still be denied what he longed for so much. Carefully compseing his features into a smile, a gentle expression that spoke of cheerful confidence, Nuumia pressed the door open and slipped inside. He was quick to close it behind him, so no sound could carry out. Not that he thought the guards posted at either end of the hall would really be able to hear them. "Halleara." He called out, fully expecting to meet a hopeful or dissappointed expression. She looked too vulnerable. It was utterly out of place. He hated it.

Nuumia crossed over the floor and let his eyes rake up and down her body. Good...she looked proper now. All he needed to do was get rid of that disgusting expression of weakness and she'd at least look proper. He still would not trust her out on her own though... "You look very lovely. Kyil will be extremely happy to see you. I am sure he will be smitten instantly when he see's you next." He knew it would be coming. The question. Where was Kyil? Was he coming? Nuumia lifted a hand in a slight gesture. "Unfortunatly Kyil is not here right now." Would she be so addled that she would swallow his lie? He wanted desperatly for her to call him on it. Show him that she was still inside, banging and railing to break free of this foul magics! Show him that his beloved Matron was still within! "He said he will return soon though. He needs time to think before he returns. Until then he want's you to wait right here for him and show him that you really love him by obaying his desire. He wants you to stay in your room and remain prepared for him. Can you do that Haellara?" His black eyes flickered over her face slowly. Maybe if he brought a torture tool or wo here...maybe that would snap her out of this haze? What about her magic books? How was he going to possibly fix her?

Nuumia crossed over to where Haellara was sitting, his black eyes flickering over her face as she would question him. "Yes. You are right. he is a slave. But he is a willful slave." maybe he should have thought through his words better. If she was able to question him now...it would mean she was either still inside or... Goddess save her. He couldn't stand the thought of her being so diligent and loyal to Kyil. Carefully Nuumia crossed the room so he could stand near to her. Why was she in love with a slave?

"I do not know Haellara. Perhaps you can focus on that and discover it yourself?" Yes...make her think..make her question and focus.... Nuu slowly lowered himself down to one knee, his black eyes fixed on her face. She was so beautiful...but her beauty was lacking. It was like a beautiful silver figure that had been allowed to tarnish. he wanted that cold and sure look back upon her face. Not this sappy waif's expression Nuumia experienced a heart lifting moment though. When Haellara looked at him and stammered, he was certain he saw her in there beyond the spell. he was certain she remembered... Nuu reached out to place a hand upon her shoulder. before he had a chance to respond though...it was gone.

Okay...what she needed was more things to help shake her mind. He was pretty certain he could not just come out and tell her. She'd disbelieve him or it might harm her...or cause her to harm herself. He needed her to question on her own while he searched for a antidote. "No..no...." He whispered softly to Hael as she settled down to wait for Kyil. "Don't be sorry Haellara. It's okay....I'll fix everything. You'll see...I'm going to make everything right... You just have to trust me. I'll get Kyil back and then everything will be just the way it's supposed to be...."