He paused for a moment, horrified that his secret was out, and then realized she must have guessed that from the way he was dressed. The dress on Umora was much different than Earth, but he kept a regular stock in his closet of clothes that would help him fit into various planets. Today, he was wearing dark dress pants and a white shirt, overlaid by a grey vest. His brown hair was swept back, and he had taken care to clean up his scruff this morning. His eyes, with a hint of dragon yellow, were dulled against the white shirt, and he chose black cufflinks to offset the outfit. He could be just a well-dressed businessman, off to attend to affairs.
“Sorry, precious. I don't have time to be running errands on Earth,” Nicholas said. “Next time, perhaps?”
“Mm,” she shrugged. “I'll get Cole to take them when he takes Enya.” Cole, the youngest prince, was also married to an Earth girl, and they visited regularly. “You're lucky I like you, or I would accuse you of rushing off.”
“Accuse all you want,” he said. “It won't make me like you any less. I'll see you on Tuesday, yes?”
“Bye.” She was used to him running off. Having been married to Alexander for over fifteen years, she was closer to him than the other girls. He also enjoyed her company more because she never pried or judged. If he was running off to some important task, she wasn't going to stand in his way.
Once she was gone, he closed both the doors. He listened for a moment, making sure no one's desperate footsteps were coming toward him. It was common for dragons to burst into the antechamber to transport themselves various places with their magic.
All was calm, and Ariel seemed far enough away to use his magic at full strength.
He closed his eyes, letting the magic swirl around him. He wanted to do it carefully, undetected, which took a little bit more time and energy. The last thing he wanted was someone following him.
He felt it swirl from the tips of his feet up to the top of his head. With one long breath, he waited until he was completely engulfed and then flicked his wrist.
When he landed, he had to blink twice to make sure he was in the right place. It was a vortex he had never transported to, even when it was open before. A year ago, the carapaces had raged war and closed many of them, sucking the magic out of the ground, thanks to their newfound numbers. When the veil had dropped between this world and the Other, it brought back many who had died, including tyrants like his father. These days, they had no idea where his father was, and at the moment, he didn't really care. He knew that some carapaces had died as a result of his returned father's attacks. Their death meant the vortexes they had been blocking were now open, which was at least one useful thing that heinous old man had done since he returned.
He was in the middle of a large city, but it wasn't his final destination.
He wished he could transform into dragon form and just soar there. But ever since Peter had revealed himself one too many times on Earth as a dragon, they had to be extra careful. So instead, he got his bearings and headed toward the train station.
He reached into his pocket, turning on the cell phone that he got specifically for his time on Earth. He didn't expect there to be any messages or calls, but he did want it on just in case.
He was in luck for the train schedule, and boarded right before it left. It was a four-hour trip, and Nicholas' heart beat faster every moment. He had waited a year; he thought four hours would be easy. However, the hours ticked by, and he thought he would die of anticipation before he made it to his stop.
Finally, the conductor announced the stop. He practically flew off the train, his feet hitting the pavement.
He looked at his phone, the glaring numbers telling him that it was almost two o'clock
Slow down, he told himself. You have plenty of time. You have two hours to spare.
He knew he had to get there before four o'clock or it would be too late. He only had this one location, this one bit of information.
When he had researched it, it had said the place he was looking for was only a four-minute walk from the train station. The street names threw him off, however, and he got lost for at least fifteen minutes before he found his way.
He had seen–from his research–that the place he was looking for was inside a mall in the center of town. It was a small town, and the shopping center seemed to reflect that. There was barely anyone inside it, which made it easier to navigate his way into the men's wear store.
He had been born a prince, and so pre-made clothing was hardly something that suited him. All of his clothing was hand-stitched by a tailor, made to fit him like a glove. Even the clothes he was wearing now were made for him, bought nearly two years ago on his last trip here. Men's fashion on Earth, it seemed, hardly changed, and so he could pass it off as brand new.
“Can I help you?” came a voice. He spun around to find a rather tall, thin woman, staring him down. He supposed he had been staring too long at the vest in front of him. Really, he just wanted to kill time, but he supposed he had been a little suspicious about it.
“Yes, I'll try this on,” he grabbed it, having no idea if it was his size. But she simply pointed to the back where the fitting rooms were.
“Someone will let you in.”
“Excellent,” he said, trying to calm his beating heart.
In the back was a row of fitting rooms, pristine, white, and shining. There was a girl with short hair, cut like a pixie with her back to him. She was sitting on a stool, putting clothing from a table where people had flung reject items back onto a hanger.
“How many?” she asked, and he stopped moving.
“Just one, love,” he said.
She spun around so fast that she nearly fell off her stool. Her large eyes met his, and she nearly cried.
Nicholas bit his lip to hold back his emotions as well. It had been a year since he had seen Rosa–the longest year of his life. But now, she was right in front of him.
“There's always been just one,” he said softly.
She slowly reached for the Number One to hang on his door, sliding off her stool. On shaky legs, she indicated he should follow.
“I'll just give you this one,” she said, her voice low. She waved him toward one of the larger stalls, and he stepped in. Looking around to make sure that no one was watching, she stepped in behind and shut the door, and then she flew into his arms. “What are you doing here?”
He kissed her furiously, his hands everywhere at once. He could kiss her forever, holding her tight against him like they were made to fit together.
“Rosa, Rosa, I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too, my love,” she said, in between kisses. She wanted to melt into him, to never let go. “We're safe here for a moment. There are no cameras here.”
“Good,” he said. “Oh, I was so afraid I wouldn't find you. After they moved you, I was lost. I found out you worked here, but I couldn't find where you lived.”
“I knew you would find me again somehow,” she said.
“Give me your address,” he said. “I will meet you there when you get off at four.”
“And never leave?” she asked, pleadingly. He leaned down to kiss her again, wishing it were so.
“One day, my love,” he said softly, placing his chin on her head as he held her. “One day, the world will be safe for you and me.”
Chapter 2
Nicholas had fallen in love with Rosa when they were little more than children. She had been a princess, an heiress to the witch coven Halloway, and they had always moved in the same circles. When she wore a crown on her head, draped in jewels and ball gowns, it had been acceptable for him to hold her hand, to stare at her. They got on famously, and there had been talk of marriage. Witches were fueled by magic, their bodies not operating like humans. Their hearts beat because of magic, and their brains functioned because of magic. They were almost nothing but magic taking a human form.
But the Halloway line had faltered and then fell. Ancestral magic, the kind that they used, needed
four living coven members in order to practice and flow. It was easier than one thought for a line to fail. A brother has no children, another one only has three, a battle, or an accident. Within three years, the Halloway line fell to the crucial four, and six months after that, one.
Rosa was ripped away from public life by other witch covens. She was put in hiding, moved from planet to planet, house to house, each time her identity was discovered. She had to support herself, most of the time; the covens helping her had little money themselves. Her death would mean the death of that line forever. She could barely use magic, and each time she did nearly killed her.
Nicholas knew that people surrounding the dragon princes tended to die. They lived a dangerous life, and although they were strong, wounding them was as easy as killing the ones they loved.
And he could not live in a world where there was not Rosa. He simply could not function and could not breathe. She was the most precious thing in the world to him, and he needed her to live, even if they were apart.
And so, their relationship fell into hiding. He found out where she was each time she was moved on his own accord. He could not trust anyone to know he was always looking for her.
When he found out, he went when he could, visiting her no more than twice a move. Any more than that, and it would raise suspicion, he thought. Being seen in the vicinity of the same man twice was a coincidence; three times was not.
They never had public dates; they never went to dinner or held hands in the park. But it was enough for him to simply hold her at night and know that wherever he was in the universe, she was safe.
He was not surprised when he got to the address that she had given him, but he was disappointed. Rosa's job did not lead to luxurious living quarters, and it seemed the covens were giving her no help this time. He wished he could help, but any money coming from his accounts to hers might arouse suspicion. Even paying a bill she normally couldn't would raise eyebrows as to how, and so he could do nothing but leave her a few dollars each time.
This time around, she had slipped him a key to a studio apartment on the second floor of a building that he wasn't sure was any safer than the world knowing she was with him.
It was sparsely decorated, with beat up furniture, and a bed in the middle of the room. Normally, if he got to a place earlier than her, he cleaned up, made dinner, and waited. But he could see nothing to clean up, and there was barely tea in the cabinets.
Sinking onto her bed, he stared at the cracked ceiling as he waited. It was cold, but the heat was probably set low to avoid a high bill.
This was no life for a princess. She deserved a palace, a crown, and servants. Instead, she looked to be barely surviving.
Rosa got home shortly after 4:30 and fell into his arms right away.
“I can't believe you're really here,” she said, trying to snuggle as close to him as possible. “I've spent so many nights dreaming; so many days hoping–”
“Shh, love,” he kissed her head, drawing her into his lean body. “I'm here now.”
“For how long?”
“Technically, until Tuesday morning,” he replied, “but I don't know if it's safe to stay that long.”
“No one is watching,” she assured him. “No one notices anyone here.”
She felt thinner than she normally did. She was small-boned, but her normally lean stomach was concave, and her shoulder bones popped through the top of her arms. She moved to get under the covers, shivering, and he wished he could light the whole room on fire to warm her.
“How was work?” he asked, trying to make the situation normal. “Do you like working there?”
“It's a job,” she rolled over to face him. “It was the highest paying job I could find, so I took it. We get commission on top of an hourly rate.”
“Ah, so I should have bought ten vests,” he said, and she smiled.
“If you are in need of them, yes,” she replied. “But let's not talk about work now. Do you want some tea?”
“I'll make it, love,” he said, as they both sat up. “You worked all day.”
“I worked four hours, actually,” she said. “It was supposed to be eight, but they cut my hours from this morning, which is a terrible hit on the paycheck.”
He didn't know what to say to that, because he had never been in that situation before. All he knew was that it was terrible, and he wished he could help.
“The tea is in the bottom cabinet,” she pointed him in the right direction. “I have sugar, but I don't think I have milk.”
“Leave it to me,” he kissed her head and got up, going to boil water in the beat-up kettle. While he prepared the fixings for tea, he watched her out of the corner of his eye.
Rosa had always been quiet and thoughtful. Everything she said and did was pre-determined in her mind, and she often moved slowly. It hadn't ever concerned him until recently. She had never had his high amounts of energy, but something had changed. He knew her well enough to know what she was thinking just from the movement of her eyes. Now, as she got up to do a few things, she seemed to be constantly calculating where the next place she could sit down was to put away an item, charge her phone, close a book. There was a couch, the window ledge, a dining room chair, and the edge of the bed that she moved from.
The kettle boiled, and he poured the tea, bringing both mugs to the table.
“Are you all right, Rosa?” he asked, as she fiddled with her phone. She looked up and gave him a smile.
“Yes. I'm just tired. Perhaps we could have an early night?”
“Whatever you need, my love,” he said, as they both sat. “I'll cook your dinner, do your laundry, and rub your feet….”
She laughed.
“We are remarkably domestic, given our situation.”
“I would trade it all for domestic bliss with you,” he said. “Especially since my brothers are all married now.”
“I saw Cole the other day,” she said, and he looked up. Being half witch, Cole could visit her with no issues. He was up to date on witch affairs, and often went to Rosa for advice. “He looked well, for the brief moment he stopped in to ask a question.”
“And could you answer it?” he asked.
“Of course, I know everything about magic.” She gave him a teasing smile. “I just can't use it.”
“You will again one day.” He placed a hand over hers, and she looked down. They both knew that the chances of that were unlikely.
Dinner was a dismal creation, but he thought it was the best meal that he had ever had in his life, because he shared it with her. Cobbled together from various leftovers, it was barely enough for his growling stomach and tall frame. Rosa seemed full after a few bites though, a fact that he was sure contributed to her new figure.
Everything was normal until they were going to get ready for bed. It was as if they were a married couple, taking turns brushing their teeth and turning out the lights.
Rosa got up to wash her face when he returned from the bathroom. He glanced down at his phone, and the next thing he knew, there was a giant crash.
He looked up in terror to see Rosa crashing to the floor. He couldn't move fast enough to catch her, but he managed to at least stop her from hitting her head on the hardwood.
Two of his sisters-in-law, Enya and Yvette, were humans in ill health. On more than one occasion, he had caught them both when they fainted. This didn't seem like fainting. Her eyes were wide open in surprise and alert as she reacted to the sudden movement.
“Woah,” he said. “Woah, love. Stay down, don't move, don't move.”
“I'm all right,” she said. “I'm all right.”
“Just stay here a moment.” He pulled her close. “What happened? Did you get dizzy? Have you not eaten enough?”
“No, it's not that.” She leaned against his chest, listening to his breathing. “I'm all right.”
“Rosa,” he picked up something in her voice, “what happened?”
“I…” she swallowed. “Sometimes,
the magic just gets a little too weak to support me.”
“What?!” he felt like his world was crashing down. He knew that witches were fueled by magic, of course. He knew they relied on it. But seeing her legs give out made him realize just how much they relied on it.
“It's nothing to worry about,” she tried to assure him. “I'm fine now.”
“You are not fine,” he protested. “How long has this been happening?”
“I don't know,” she replied, but she was a terrible liar.
“Rosa,” he whispered softly, “please tell me.”
“About eight months,” she admitted. “Not usually like this. Just–”
“God.” He held her close for another minute until he felt she was strong enough to stand up. “Do the witches know?”
“Yes,” she said. “But it's expected. Ancestral magic without a coven can't last forever.”
“Let me.” He was ready to flood her with dragon magic, anything to give her strength, but she pushed away.
“You do that, and everyone will know your mark is on me,” she said. “I'm all right. It was a momentary lapse.”
She seemed strong enough and headed to the bathroom. But he wasn't about to let this topic go so easily.
“How long do they expect it to last?” he asked, point blank.
“What?” she turned to him.
“The magic,” he replied. “How long do they expect it to last?”
“Nicholas, there's never been a situation like this,” she replied, lightly. “No one knows for certain–”
“How long?” he demanded again, and she sighed.
“Six months. A year, maybe.”
“And then what happens to you?” he asked.
“And then I…” She turned back to look in the mirror. “…will have no magic life to fuel me.”
“And so, you die,” the words felt hollow.
“And so, I die,” she echoed softly.
Chapter 3
Tuesday came far too quickly for either of them. He knew that he shouldn't have stayed that long, but after her news, he couldn't leave her side. He did everything he could for her, from grocery shopping to cuddling, but it didn't change the truth. Her legs didn't give out again, but he could see the signs.
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