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These characters are a creation of Anne Bishop and are not my property. I am writing this simply as a continuation of the black jewels trilogy. None of this should be thought to be Anne's work, but it's Idea is not originally my own.
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"Daemon" a whispered voice echoed in his mind. His eyes fluttered open. Looking down he saw her nestled against him with eyes open. She felt the change in heart beat and gathered more air to speak as best she could. "Daemon, can we go see the ocean?" Jaenelle innocently asked in her strongest, but still weak, whisper. Her sky blue eyes twinkling as she spoke.

It had been a week since he had traveled into the land where few men were allowed. His love for his Queen still as strong as ever, drove him on. His blood felt afire the first time that he saw her still reconstructing form. Ludvardian was protective, but knew this male had higher claim. The Gold consort ring was witness enough to the strength of his claim. Daemon sent on a spear thread *how long does she still need?* He laid on the bed with her and gently held her. *not know, only time* was the worried but honest reply. He didn't care how long it would take. His Hayllian blood lived for her, and would wait forever.

For a week he had fed her broth and what little bread she would eat. Her frailty stung him deeper than words ever could describe. The kindred surrounded her when he would walk to get air. His black stone cut at him while he fought tears. He had spent months in agony without her. Why was he letting this get to him? Standing at the foam of the water reaching the shore he closed his eyes. Slipping into his core slowly he looked at the chalice that was once broken. The cracks were beginning to heal, as was his reason for living.

He realized his tears needed to be changed from pain to joy. That was the honestly the way to help Jaenelle heal, be open with his emotions with her, and to share all things. As he came back to himself he noticed his feet wet and sinking into the white sand. He wiggled his toes in the sand and a smile crept to him. "I will give her all I am...even if she doesn't want it." he thought as he walked back to where the kindred guarded his beloved.

As he held her after drying his feet he felt her heart beat and let himself drift into slumber. He dreamt of a day he hoped would come sooner or latter -- his wedding day--. He pictured his father standing at the other end of the red carpet. Saetan's Golden eyes glittered as though he had never had such a happy experience. His normally stern face was graced with a smile. Looking to his side he saw Lucivar, his best man. Again dressed finely with his wings displayed and ebon grey stones dotted across them glitteringly. His face had a grin on it that Daemon knew he'd pay for later. *Bastard* *Prick, you know this clothing itches?* he paused *you'd better make her happy.* All he did in response was smile honestly. Flutes started to pay, followed by the soft sound of an organ. He saw Saetan turn his head and then he heard the whisper. "Daemon" echoed in his ear as he tried to hold the dream. "Daemon." He knew the voice and opened his eyes to its keeper.

Her request stated he thought, looking into her eyes. A glimmer came to him. He slowly raised himself up and kissed her forehead. "One moment love" he said as her hand reached for his moving body. Scrounging around in his chest he found the black shirt he saved for her eyes alone. He traced the buttons with the memory of his own promise. Returning to the chest he found a grey laced package with gold gilding. Jaenelle's name inscribed on it in symbolic script. Holding it closely to him he hoped she would enjoy this clothing item as he did. With a breath drawn in he moved back to her bed.

"I have something for you, before we go." his voice quavered. He helped her up gracefully so she could sit facing him. The package placed in her hands he waited with enthusiasm. Noting her pale, bony fingers trace around the lace his heart raced. When she traced her name a smile came to her face. Working the lace slowly off she held a deep red mound of fabric in her hands. Slowly lifting up a corner of it the shape of a finely woven silk dress began to emerge. She held it above her head and let the rest fall to the side of the bed. The silk was spider silk, and translucent here and there. The low cut neck was modestly gathered in the center, to be less revealing. Her face turned red and softened into a glow. "I take it you like it?" Daemon asked trying to sound sure of himself. When her eyes met his he swore he saw a fleck of her once sapphire eyes before the oceanic blue took over with lights sparkling. Her mouth opened but no words came out. Daemon took in that moment of speechlessness and then kissed her deeply.

When he pulled back slowly he was pulled back down into a kiss and he found his answer in her protest to release him. He let his arms hold her warmly and finally was released. “Daemon, this is beautiful..." her self added pause Daemon knew was the interjection he didn't want. "...but" he cringed in his mind at the word. "Where will I wear it? Here isn't the place for this dress." she said both questioning and hoping. A glint in his eye was the only change he underwent. "My love, there is a place for you to wear it." he gave his hunter like smile. "Where you asked to go is a very suitable place for you to wear that gown." His golden eyes glittered having waited to tell her why he gave this to her now.

He turned from her and said in a slightly deeper tone “I had hoped to see you in this as you walked on the sand and on top of the water.” There was a long silence. The kindred walking around outside could be heard. The rustling of hair upon a pillow was his warning to turn back. With a sigh of relief he saw Jaenelle with the dress over her face. “Darling, are you going to try to get dressed or shall I…” She on covered her face and he stopped. Her face had finished healing but yet she was flushed. “Love…?” he hesitantly asked. “I don’t know that I can” she slowly whispered. He heard the pain in her voice, knew it was an emotional scar that only time and his love could heal. Being strong he kneeled down and looked at her. “Now, since when do you ever let something stop you?” he said in a voice meant to provoke. Her head jerked up and he knew that she was still able to do anything, he knew his Queen lived. A moment later he found her in his arms, clinging to stand freely. “Let me help you into…” he stopped when he saw her stern look. “I want to dress myself.” She added in a stern voice. After a pause she added “Can you pull my hair back first though” almost defeated like. Making sure to he held her he sensuously retorted “I’ll do anything for you.” Just as surely as he said it her body shivered with remembrance.

He sat her down on the bed and called to some of the kindred. *Can some of you find a pretty blue flower? Others could you bring me some fresh water?* Ludvardian of course was first in reply *Water, I bring.* he galloped to find the food and water storage set apart from the little shack. A group of unicorns answered the request for flowers. While he waited for the items he called in a smaller box full of his grooming utensils. A horse bristled brush with a red “D” engraved on it would work well. A small piece of royal blue velvet would work for a tie he decided. He cooed to her as he brushed her long hair. He now had to lift his arm up holding it to get to the ends. Loosely running threads together he composed a braid and tied it off with the velvet. He stood up and turned her face to the side slightly. He admired his work, but he loved whom was his tapestry. Her golden main now nearly reaching her knees awed him. “Beautiful” he whispered in her ears as he bent down and kissed her forehead. “Now, once you are dressed I have some finishing touches and you aren’t allowed to protest.” He sternly said, echoing his father. Her face showed her displeasure, but he simply smiled walking out the door to allow her to change.

She looked about her. She wondered her way in front of a mirror and closed her eyes tightly. “Damned you.” She whispered in a tearful voice. “How can I still be beautiful to you like this…this skeleton?” She opened her eyes and for a moment saw what Daemon did. She unclenched herself and sighed. She removed the baggy clothing from her still gaunt frame. Slowly she pulled the silken dress over her head and slowly let it slide over her. She noticed that there were draw strings at mid back to make the dress more form fitting. Though she tried to reach she couldn’t. She hissed in frustration as she knew that Daemon would offer her a hand. Her fingers pained as she continued to reach and fail. Limp and red her fingers fell to her sides. She turned to see her profile in the mirror. She smiled looking at the braid that was reaching her knees. It had taken many years to achieve such length. Her hair was the only thing that had truly remained with her through all things, and it alone knew everything endured.

A memory shot through her, panging her fingers as she reached and touched her hair. A promise made, needed to be kept. Slowly she pulled three strands of hair and folded them three times. She then began to braid them. Sturdy but still not the kind of gold needed. Using a memory from tying knots she pulled the edges and tied them together to form a band. Eying it she smiled. “I still know the size after all” a whispered dark voice edged. A tap on the door caused her to fumble to hide her creation. “Come in.” “I planned on it love” was heard as Daemon closed the door behind him. Standing at the door he was speechless. She truly was a Queen to him, and the only one he would love. “Gods be blessed, you are a Grace in my eyes.” He whispered. Her new jewel shown so perfectly that a drawing could never show what his eyes saw. To break the tension she chirped in “I’ve got something I need help with” pointing to the strings that were too far for her to reach. “If you wish me to help…” “I asked didn’t I?” she shot to stop his silly helplessness. “You are mine remember? As such, you need not be so fearful with me Daemon. I still love you…” she paused “if that is what you feared.” His golden eyes showed his understanding that he knew she was hiding something. “For you, my Queen, my love, I will do anything.” His dark voice said with honest lights in it. With that he turned her slowly so that he could tie the strings for her. He left the gown looser to allow her a fuller, free look. Lingering around he slowly wrapped his fingers together pulling her into him. “I am yours, and will always be so.” He closed his eyes and took in everything in that moment :her smell, the feel of her flesh, her body under the silk, her soft breathing, her expedited heart beat, and the hair falling against the both of them.

Slowly he let her go asking “are you ready?” as he turned her towards him. Waiting he got no response. “Jaenelle, are you ready for the ocean?” he asked in a bit more serious tone. Finally she looked up and he walked to the door, holding it open. Only she would be able to make those steps, he knew she needed to make them alone. Watching her walk past him his heart skipped a beat. His dream was becoming flesh once more.

“Ludvardian” he heard her say gleefully. Looking out he saw her running her fingers through his hair. *She better?* a spear thread asked. *She will be.* Daemon replied. *You’re happy now right?* he added. *Yes, you?* his tail kept wagging as she pet h8im. *Of course, I love her.* “Shall we go?” he asked her. She nodded with a smile. “Who else is coming?” she smiled. “Well, we’ve got two escorts whom we will ride, but once we are to reach the ocean it is only us.” He let the silence fall but not worry him. He moved over to the unicorns that were approaching. “These are our escorts my love.” He noted as he pet one with a silver mane as it handed him some flowers he asked for. The blues were in several different tones and shades. “They’ve brought some gifts for you.” He said smiling. Handing some to her he turned her around so that he could line her hair with some others.

After he finished he knelt down cupping his hands. “Would you like a lift upon your escort?” In a simple movement she had both feet in his hands and was pulling herself up the bridal reins. “Still as stubborn as ever” he thought to himself as he quickly pushed her up to the seat, so she wasn’t so strained. He looked at the stallion and smiled. He knew that the black was the one she wanted to ride, but Suri was Daemon’s self proclaimed escort. Jazi wanted to carry the lady, and so she was allowed to. After knowing that there riders were seated properly Jazi and Suri took off at a speed faster then a gallop but not a run.
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Once I find the rest of it I will put it added on here.

Description
These characters are a creation of Anne Bishop and are not my property. I am writing this simply as a continuation of the black jewels trilogy. None of this should be thought to be Anne's work, but it's Idea is not originally my own.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Daemon" a whispered voice echoed in his mind. His eyes fluttered open. Looking down he saw her nestled against him with eyes open. She felt the change in heart beat and gathered more air to speak as best she could. "Daemon, can we go see the ocean?" Jaenelle innocently asked in her strongest, but still weak, whisper. Her sky blue eyes twinkling as she spoke.

It had been a week since he had traveled into the land where few men were allowed. His love for his Queen still as strong as ever, drove him on. His blood felt afire the first time that he saw her still reconstructing form. Ludvardian was protective, but knew this male had higher claim. The Gold consort ring was witness enough to the strength of his claim. Daemon sent on a spear thread *how long does she still need?* He laid on the bed with her and gently held her. *not know, only time* was the worried but honest reply. He didn't care how long it would take. His Hayllian blood lived for her, and would wait forever.

For a week he had fed her broth and what little bread she would eat. Her frailty stung him deeper than words ever could describe. The kindred surrounded her when he would walk to get air. His black stone cut at him while he fought tears. He had spent months in agony without her. Why was he letting this get to him? Standing at the foam of the water reaching the shore he closed his eyes. Slipping into his core slowly he looked at the chalice that was once broken. The cracks were beginning to heal, as was his reason for living.

He realized his tears needed to be changed from pain to joy. That was the honestly the way to help Jaenelle heal, be open with his emotions with her, and to share all things. As he came back to himself he noticed his feet wet and sinking into the white sand. He wiggled his toes in the sand and a smile crept to him. "I will give her all I am...even if she doesn't want it." he thought as he walked back to where the kindred guarded his beloved.

As he held her after drying his feet he felt her heart beat and let himself drift into slumber. He dreamt of a day he hoped would come sooner or latter -- his wedding day--. He pictured his father standing at the other end of the red carpet. Saetan's Golden eyes glittered as though he had never had such a happy experience. His normally stern face was graced with a smile. Looking to his side he saw Lucivar, his best man. Again dressed finely with his wings displayed and ebon grey stones dotted across them glitteringly. His face had a grin on it that Daemon knew he'd pay for later. *Bastard* *Prick, you know this clothing itches?* he paused *you'd better make her happy.* All he did in response was smile honestly. Flutes started to pay, followed by the soft sound of an organ. He saw Saetan turn his head and then he heard the whisper. "Daemon" echoed in his ear as he tried to hold the dream. "Daemon." He knew the voice and opened his eyes to its keeper.

Her request stated he thought, looking into her eyes. A glimmer came to him. He slowly raised himself up and kissed her forehead. "One moment love" he said as her hand reached for his moving body. Scrounging around in his chest he found the black shirt he saved for her eyes alone. He traced the buttons with the memory of his own promise. Returning to the chest he found a grey laced package with gold gilding. Jaenelle's name inscribed on it in symbolic script. Holding it closely to him he hoped she would enjoy this clothing item as he did. With a breath drawn in he moved back to her bed.

"I have something for you, before we go." his voice quavered. He helped her up gracefully so she could sit facing him. The package placed in her hands he waited with enthusiasm. Noting her pale, bony fingers trace around the lace his heart raced. When she traced her name a smile came to her face. Working the lace slowly off she held a deep red mound of fabric in her hands. Slowly lifting up a corner of it the shape of a finely woven silk dress began to emerge. She held it above her head and let the rest fall to the side of the bed. The silk was spider silk, and translucent here and there. The low cut neck was modestly gathered in the center, to be less revealing. Her face turned red and softened into a glow. "I take it you like it?" Daemon asked trying to sound sure of himself. When her eyes met his he swore he saw a fleck of her once sapphire eyes before the oceanic blue took over with lights sparkling. Her mouth opened but no words came out. Daemon took in that moment of speechlessness and then kissed her deeply.

When he pulled back slowly he was pulled back down into a kiss and he found his answer in her protest to release him. He let his arms hold her warmly and finally was released. “Daemon, this is beautiful..." her self added pause Daemon knew was the interjection he didn't want. "...but" he cringed in his mind at the word. "Where will I wear it? Here isn't the place for this dress." she said both questioning and hoping. A glint in his eye was the only change he underwent. "My love, there is a place for you to wear it." he gave his hunter like smile. "Where you asked to go is a very suitable place for you to wear that gown." His golden eyes glittered having waited to tell her why he gave this to her now.

He turned from her and said in a slightly deeper tone “I had hoped to see you in this as you walked on the sand and on top of the water.” There was a long silence. The kindred walking around outside could be heard. The rustling of hair upon a pillow was his warning to turn back. With a sigh of relief he saw Jaenelle with the dress over her face. “Darling, are you going to try to get dressed or shall I…” She on covered her face and he stopped. Her face had finished healing but yet she was flushed. “Love…?” he hesitantly asked. “I don’t know that I can” she slowly whispered. He heard the pain in her voice, knew it was an emotional scar that only time and his love could heal. Being strong he kneeled down and looked at her. “Now, since when do you ever let something stop you?” he said in a voice meant to provoke. Her head jerked up and he knew that she was still able to do anything, he knew his Queen lived. A moment later he found her in his arms, clinging to stand freely. “Let me help you into…” he stopped when he saw her stern look. “I want to dress myself.” She added in a stern voice. After a pause she added “Can you pull my hair back first though” almost defeated like. Making sure to he held her he sensuously retorted “I’ll do anything for you.” Just as surely as he said it her body shivered with remembrance.

He sat her down on the bed and called to some of the kindred. *Can some of you find a pretty blue flower? Others could you bring me some fresh water?* Ludvardian of course was first in reply *Water, I bring.* he galloped to find the food and water storage set apart from the little shack. A group of unicorns answered the request for flowers. While he waited for the items he called in a smaller box full of his grooming utensils. A horse bristled brush with a red “D” engraved on it would work well. A small piece of royal blue velvet would work for a tie he decided. He cooed to her as he brushed her long hair. He now had to lift his arm up holding it to get to the ends. Loosely running threads together he composed a braid and tied it off with the velvet. He stood up and turned her face to the side slightly. He admired his work, but he loved whom was his tapestry. Her golden main now nearly reaching her knees awed him. “Beautiful” he whispered in her ears as he bent down and kissed her forehead. “Now, once you are dressed I have some finishing touches and you aren’t allowed to protest.” He sternly said, echoing his father. Her face showed her displeasure, but he simply smiled walking out the door to allow her to change.

She looked about her. She wondered her way in front of a mirror and closed her eyes tightly. “Damned you.” She whispered in a tearful voice. “How can I still be beautiful to you like this…this skeleton?” She opened her eyes and for a moment saw what Daemon did. She unclenched herself and sighed. She removed the baggy clothing from her still gaunt frame. Slowly she pulled the silken dress over her head and slowly let it slide over her. She noticed that there were draw strings at mid back to make the dress more form fitting. Though she tried to reach she couldn’t. She hissed in frustration as she knew that Daemon would offer her a hand. Her fingers pained as she continued to reach and fail. Limp and red her fingers fell to her sides. She turned to see her profile in the mirror. She smiled looking at the braid that was reaching her knees. It had taken many years to achieve such length. Her hair was the only thing that had truly remained with her through all things, and it alone knew everything endured.

A memory shot through her, panging her fingers as she reached and touched her hair. A promise made, needed to be kept. Slowly she pulled three strands of hair and folded them three times. She then began to braid them. Sturdy but still not the kind of gold needed. Using a memory from tying knots she pulled the edges and tied them together to form a band. Eying it she smiled. “I still know the size after all” a whispered dark voice edged. A tap on the door caused her to fumble to hide her creation. “Come in.” “I planned on it love” was heard as Daemon closed the door behind him. Standing at the door he was speechless. She truly was a Queen to him, and the only one he would love. “Gods be blessed, you are a Grace in my eyes.” He whispered. Her new jewel shown so perfectly that a drawing could never show what his eyes saw. To break the tension she chirped in “I’ve got something I need help with” pointing to the strings that were too far for her to reach. “If you wish me to help…” “I asked didn’t I?” she shot to stop his silly helplessness. “You are mine remember? As such, you need not be so fearful with me Daemon. I still love you…” she paused “if that is what you feared.” His golden eyes showed his understanding that he knew she was hiding something. “For you, my Queen, my love, I will do anything.” His dark voice said with honest lights in it. With that he turned her slowly so that he could tie the strings for her. He left the gown looser to allow her a fuller, free look. Lingering around he slowly wrapped his fingers together pulling her into him. “I am yours, and will always be so.” He closed his eyes and took in everything in that moment :her smell, the feel of her flesh, her body under the silk, her soft breathing, her expedited heart beat, and the hair falling against the both of them.

Slowly he let her go asking “are you ready?” as he turned her towards him. Waiting he got no response. “Jaenelle, are you ready for the ocean?” he asked in a bit more serious tone. Finally she looked up and he walked to the door, holding it open. Only she would be able to make those steps, he knew she needed to make them alone. Watching her walk past him his heart skipped a beat. His dream was becoming flesh once more.

“Ludvardian” he heard her say gleefully. Looking out he saw her running her fingers through his hair. *She better?* a spear thread asked. *She will be.* Daemon replied. *You’re happy now right?* he added. *Yes, you?* his tail kept wagging as she pet h8im. *Of course, I love her.* “Shall we go?” he asked her. She nodded with a smile. “Who else is coming?” she smiled. “Well, we’ve got two escorts whom we will ride, but once we are to reach the ocean it is only us.” He let the silence fall but not worry him. He moved over to the unicorns that were approaching. “These are our escorts my love.” He noted as he pet one with a silver mane as it handed him some flowers he asked for. The blues were in several different tones and shades. “They’ve brought some gifts for you.” He said smiling. Handing some to her he turned her around so that he could line her hair with some others.

After he finished he knelt down cupping his hands. “Would you like a lift upon your escort?” In a simple movement she had both feet in his hands and was pulling herself up the bridal reins. “Still as stubborn as ever” he thought to himself as he quickly pushed her up to the seat, so she wasn’t so strained. He looked at the stallion and smiled. He knew that the black was the one she wanted to ride, but Suri was Daemon’s self proclaimed escort. Jazi wanted to carry the lady, and so she was allowed to. After knowing that there riders were seated properly Jazi and Suri took off at a speed faster then a gallop but not a run.
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Once I find the rest of it I will put it added on here.