“Above all, we come first”

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He bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

He was a good person. A strong person.

“Are you sure?” Marcus asked, but already positioning them to take Tommy the moment he said yes.

He couldn’t hold on anymore.

Of course there was a small uproar at Sydney entering, everyone knew who she was and more importantly, who she was to the king. Everyone wanted her favour, so that she could talk to the king for them. Caz stepped back once Arthur escorted the young woman towards her seat at his side.

His smile grew at her comment and he winked at her before sitting down on his throne. “Music!” Arthur ordered loudly and musicians entered to entertain the guests while the food started to come out of the kitchens, platter after platter. The king always had first choice and he choose the finest pieces for Sydney, before sending out the dishes towards his favourites. “You look lovely tonight, love.” He murmured closely to her, under the pretense that he had to because of the music.

The both of them occupied themselves with Brandon for the time he was till up. Making sure that he would not be coming out of his room again, Caz walked back into the kitchen. He gave Charlee a small smile and then he nodded, they should talk this out.

“I should apologise to start with.” He began as he invited Charlee to sit down on the couch. “I’m sorry for not contacting you… I know that we were having fun together and… Well, I have no excuses. I was getting scared. It’s been just me and Brandon for a few years now and you were getting close. Instead of talking to you I didn’t and that was stupid of me.”

Arthur blushed when Marcus had guessed his way of thinking. He didn’t know much about the life lived with vampires and there were so many wild rumours that he didn’t know what to believe. “I wasn’t worried. Not really.” He admitted with a small smile before he gave Marcus a nod. “Thank you, sir, that was very kind of you.” He had the idea that his new master had something to do with the madam being kind to his family.

He was happy that Marcus let him just sit in the car and he could be quiet. He would have dreaded the same kind of treatment that the sister gave her new girl. Maybe he would have liked it too if he had more training, he didn’t know. He didn’t see much of the surrounding landscape until they stopped in front of the large building which was going to be his new home.

Arthur took Marcus’ hand and looked about, gasping at the sheer size of the house. It was impossible to take it all in at once, and how it sat so beautifully in the surrounding lands. “It’s very beautiful.” He remarked, not letting go of the other man’s hand. “This is all your family’s?”

“Every last acre of it.” Marcus replied. He supposed he had gotten used to it, not appreciating the beauty of his home anymore. But, he did have to admit, it was very beautiful. 

“There were demons. One got a swipe at me before my sister killed it. I swear, I’m fine.” It still stung and Alec couldn’t help but wince. 

Charlee frowned again. “We need to get you to a doctor.” She insisted. Why were boys always like this? She was reminded of her brothers growing up, who refused to go to the doctor or get help when they were hurt. What was with men and this ‘rub some dirt in it, it’ll be fine’ mentality. “Let’s just set aside the fact that you got attacked by a demon. Demons live in gross places. Asbestos warehouses. Rancid sewers. You could get an infection and die Alec!” She told him. “Is that really what you want on your headstone. ‘Here lies Alec Lightwood. He died of infection like a character on the Oregon Trail’.”

a breath is taken as he was feeling his entire body shaking. even if she said it wouldn’t have mattered for him it would, he would have fought back and he would have helped her. thoughts are pushed to the corner of his mind, as eyes meet hers and then he carries on to say. “ Tell me what do you need from me then? and once you heal I want to know everything because whoever was behind it, they will not get away with it.”

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She smiled softly at him. “My protector.” Her speech was a little slow and slurred. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, and her body focused on healing itself, she was getting tired. “I need to feed.” Eden told him bluntly. “I need blood.”