After locking up the fairy, Mark Arelato returned to the stone terrace at Nilgari Falls. He often had breakfast here, enjoying the food and the beauty of the flowing water. Today he expected to enjoy the beauty of the captive fairy.
But the fairy, instead of delighting him with her company, pissed him off with stubbornness and insults. The Grand Master could not remember the last time he was so shaken by rage - except for the magical return after the battles with Doramon.
There was a handy tool at hand... In addition to the stubborn arrogance of the fairy, Randu Castle was languishing with another kidnapped woman. She was brought in a few days ago when Orshava left for Remidea and another Senior Master sent Tesso back to her native village.
In return, he brought a new girl. After spending the first night with her, Mark did not even recognize her name. She hadn't made an impression on him, and half as much as the fisherman Tesso. He wouldn't get attached to her. He wouldn't take care of her, he wouldn't be spared - he'd be spilling all his recoil.
And not only the kickback. Anger and rage, awakened by the fairy, also need to throw out on someone. Maybe we should start right now? She still has to get used to it.
He was already walking to the room where the second, human prisoner Randu was languishing. But halfway there, he stopped and reproached himself.
The girls were not his personal property. They are a means to keep control over the kickback and save the Order from harm. The prisoner will not have an easy time when Doramon comes. If he uses it now, and the enemies will attack tonight, it may not hold.
You shouldn't exhaust her before the time, but also because of the flighty girl. It seems that he will have to use the girl for a long time... before he can make a magic tank out of a fairy. And he can handle his own anger.
But it's not easy - thanks to the fucking fairy!
Without feeling cold, Mirielle wriggled on the stone floor. And I thought about how I got to live like this. What awaits her now. It is unlikely that Arelato will now waste her courtesy. Send her straightforward dresses and maids for a hot, fragrant bath.
Mirielle didn't care about his dresses and courtesies. The threat of starvation did not scare her either. The only thought was in her brain. Arelato promised to let her go sooner if she would "behave well. Do not resist.
Demons know what it means to him - well. But also the fool understands that this morning it was "bad". What was she hoping to achieve when she showed stubbornness and willfulness? Obviously not that he let her go to her family early, counting it as "good behavior"!
And it was all the blame of the cursed nature of the fiery fairies. Tempting, impulsive, they will first say or do, and then think. Otherwise, they won't think.
How many times did Miri hurt Dale like that, banging something thoughtlessly... She remembered once telling him how fairies of different elements differed.
"Water fairies are so stupid! Quiet, gentle, flowing. In everything, they adapt to their chosen ones. What he wants, they will accept. And we, the fiery ones, are ardent and willful. We never go about the chosen one. We do not adjust ourselves to men, but men to us! And other people around us too. That's our fate - to be the windbreakers everywhere. Think about it, Dale! Are you sure you want one? Or do you want to look for a stupid water thing?
You're evil, Miri," the guy pressed his lips. - Why do you do this to me..."
For a long time, Miri apologized to her friend. And then, again, she tricked herself, and it didn't even take five minutes. So we made up, and Dale was flirting with her hair, sentencing her:
"So, not to see you and me having a peaceful love life? Will you always be fiery and willful?
"Well... - The girl held out. - A peaceful life depends on you!
"How is that?"
"You're not angry with me now, you're talking quietly. That's your character. Watermen choose men who are tough and hot. Warriors in the shower. If you say something across the board, you won't rest! And we, the fiery ones, choose the calm men..."
"Tufyaks? - Dale said ironically. - Rags that are easy to bend over?
It was harder to make up for the second time. Not because Dale was seriously offended. He was just joking this time. But Miri herself was ready to burn with shame. Just like on the evening of salmon, when impatiently pounding the parquet with a sharp heel of boot. And her mother reminded me that she and her father had put it out in their own hands.
The memories filled the girl with warmth and longing for home. How are her loved ones now? What happens to them? What do they think about her missing?
The anger at the kidnapper has risen with the usual wave. But Mirielle extinguished her with her will. Nothing can be achieved with anger and anger. It is necessary to act with the mind. Cunning. Arelato wants her to behave well - so, we must give him this behavior. That's where to get it from when everything is boiling inside?! How to pretend to be a diva-girl, if the tricks in fire fairies - not a penny?
She has to be able to. At least try. At stake is going home. Meeting with relatives. Their calmness. It means that we will have to pretend how much we can do it. Hold it together, play the water rag. Well... at least not so hot and passionate fiery. Do not beat the kidnapper in the face, do not send to the demons. Apologize for the slap.
Having gathered her will in her fist, Mirielle got up off the floor. She came to the locked door, ground up the scratches left by the heels of her heels. She screamed:
- Mephalo! Come here! Mephalo!
She yelled and knocked for a few minutes before the door opened. But instead of the maid, there was a man in his thirties standing at the door. He bowed down to Miriel and said a Remidian word with little or no accent:
- What can I do for you, Mona Miriel?
His speech was much cleaner and more correct than Orshava's. And his voice was low and velvety, like that of Arelato. Only not sharp and powerful, but soft and singing.