I said, making him shake his head a little as if he was still trying to process all I had said.
“I will take your word for it and most definitely take it under advisement for when I am gifted with my own Chosen.” I grinned at this and refrained from saying, ‘poor girl’, as I almost felt responsible for whatever may face her in the way of possessive paranoia. I just hoped he didn’t take it to extremes like Lucius wanted to when threatening me with shackles and a ball gag.
“So I take it your father believed Carn’reau was guilty, due to his failing health?”
“I do not know everything that my uncle said to him that day or what evidence he provided, but whatever it was, it was enough to convince my father and get my brother banished. This meant that he was never to become King of the Dark Fae Lands as he had been born to do.” I swallowed hard, unable to imagine the pain that Carn’reau must have gone through. To lose his brother, father and his intended Kingdom all in one foul swoop. No wonder he had ended up where he had, which is why I said this very thing,
“So that's why he ended up being in Hell then?”
“The King who you belong to, it is his realm that lies next to my brother’s, and in order for my brother to survive being away from his own realm, he needed it to be close enough so that he could still draw from its energy, the power and essence he would need to survive,” Auberon said, and it all started to make perfect sense.
“So he made a deal with Lucius.” At this he nodded and agreed,
“This is what I believe, yes, for I do not know for sure as I have not seen my brother since the day he was banished.” Wow, that was going to be one hell of a reunion… literally.
“And now you want him back… so why now, I don't mean to be disrespectful or anything, but hasn't your father been dead a while?” I asked.
“This is true, and I am ashamed to say this but up until recently I too also believed my brother to be responsible.” I gasped in shock.
“You did, but why… how? ‘Cause no offence, but even I can tell that it was the evil uncle!” On shouting this, then I could tell I had just astonished him.
“You think this?!”
“Erm… yeah, I mean, don’t you?” I asked doing so a bit more tentatively this time.
“I do not wish to get into the sordid details of my family’s past misdeeds but …”
“No offence, Auberon, but you kind of already are,” I stated firmly, interrupting him and making him release a frustrated sigh.
“You are right, what is it you humans call it, opening a can of worms, I do believe?” As soon as he said this, I was suddenly slammed with an image of me and Lucius sat in his Lamborghini speeding down a German highway. We were on the way to his mountain fortress, his home.
It was when he was trying to convince me to move in and basically telling me that from that point on, my life had entirely changed. Every conversation he tried to have with me, I referred to as being a can of worms that I didn’t want to open. It was laughable if I thought about it right now, as in that moment I would have given anything to go back to that time to open every single one of them. To talk about our future, one that I was admittedly terrified of. But I had been so blind back then as I wanted nothing more than the chance to prove to him how committed I was to him. There was no more running from it, no more running from him! I was in, three billion percent!
Gods, but all I needed now was the chance to tell him that!
I just wanted him back. I wanted to go back. Even when dealing with mercenaries and exploding helicopters and car chases, well it all seemed a lot simpler than what my life faced now. I couldn't believe all the things that had continued to happen to me since that point. In fact, the only break I’d had from any of it was when I had been on the run from Lucius for all those months.
It had been my small slice of normality, despite most of the time I