The Beast That was Promised ✔

THIRTEEN: Still Life

A.N: Sorry for such a late update, been busy with a lot of surgery stuff and I forgot

Since Rina's explanation of who he was, Isiah hadn't been allowed to leave Liman's stronghold without constant supervision, even though there were plenty of people who could cast an illusion on him like Rina did. According to the man, who Rina had introduced as Sir Cillian, her old teacher, it was far easier for him to stay hidden.

From the start, he hadn't liked Sir Cillian. The animalistic looks he'd given Rina set his teeth on edge, even though he hadn't been able to understand a word he'd said. According to Rina's quick translations, it had mostly been insults. Isiah didn't know the history between them aside from Sir Cillian being Rina's old teacher, but she didn't deserve disrespect, as a person or a Princess.

Sir Cillian didn't seem to care about that, from the looks of things. He mocked her, someone he was supposed to respect and work under, when she was one of the strongest people Isiah had ever met. Of course, he had tried to stand up for her and show the snobby knight that they were telling the truth.

As a result, he was stuck in the stronghold while Rina tried to convince Sir Cillian to let them have the boat they desperately needed. If only he knew the language, then he could help, but he doubted they would listen to him anyway. Because of his skin, they didn't trust him.

It was understandable, but he hated how limited his movement was. Without an escort, the only place he could go was the small room he had been shown to the night before. With one, and Rina wasn't allowed to escort him on her own, he was allowed in the dining hall, the garden, and the war room. All of them were places where not many people would see him, stopping the spread of rumours throughout the town.

Sitting in the neatly decorated room for hours on end left him agitated, but there wasn't anything he could do. Rina was elsewhere, in another room or talking with the many important people in the stronghold. Despite who he was, they didn't want him around. Rina had promised before they'd be separated to sleep that she would explain everything as well as she could.

And so he sat and he waited. The room was simple, a small bed, a window with a view of the angry ocean and a desk in a corner. Unlike the day before, the ocean was wild with a coming storm, the tall waves crashing against the abandoned beach at the edge of the town. The port was almost empty two, a few people tending to their boats before running from the waves.

There was no sign of the island they were supposed to be heading to, but the Lady of Liman had known what they were talking about when Rina had mentioned it, meaning they were in the right place. Not seeing it made his stomach clench anxiously and many times over the morning, he found himself trying to find it.

As a way to distract himself from everything that wasn't going on, he played with the stones. Lifting the bed and walking it around the room was easy. The fireplace across from where the bed was supposed to be was lit and extinguished again and again. Using both at the same time was still an impossible task, but he kept at it in order to stay distracted.

It had only been one night since they'd arrived in Liman but he was already anxious for Emrick's arrival. He and Rina had mentioned him during their explanation and Sir Cillian had said that they would keep an eye out for him, but Isiah was still worried about him. There was nothing to tell them that he was still alive, just hope.

He wanted to see him again as soon as possible. He missed him, even though they hadn't been together long. They'd barely been given a chance before everything happened at the Sanctum of Belganine, but if they survived fighting Harudan and Ishin then they would be able to have plenty of time together. That was if Emrick made it to Liman.