Chapter 49

~Kamari~

Nye was quick to snatch Ignis back into the safety of his arms. Koa's gaze goes from Ignis to me, but he says nothing. There was no denying the heavy tension in the room. I clear my throat and try to engage Koa in conversation. "Where did you go?"

"Where do you think?" he snaps back at me. I double-blink. "Why do you think I asked?" I step towards Koa. And what's with the snappiness?"

Koa doesn't respond. Instead, he turns his back to me. A lump grows in my throat. I hated this feeling, absolutely despise it. It felt like there was a gaping hole in my chest. "I'm happy you're back."

Still no response. I hear Aneth get up from his seat, "Koa, have you grown mute? Your mate speaks to you." Koa looks over his shoulder with a nasty glare, Aneth responds by pushing me behind him. I could see metaphorical fire in Koa's eyes and know what he wanted to do, he wanted to challenge Aneth. "Oh Goddess no, not here, not with Ignis in the room."

"Leave then," Koa growls out, his eyes locked on Aneth.

I turn to Nye, who already left. I sighed in relief, and since my baby wasn't here to see my spouses act up, I was fine with letting them dual it out. But I didn't know how I would about Koa being lead after his ignoring me and snapping me. Fuck, not to mention trying to kill Ignis. Koa was all over the place, and Aneth and Nye, didn't have so many fluctuations in their moods, for the most part they were the calmer ones. I turn my back, I was use to the by now, but it never felt exciting, it was nerve wracking. As they fought in the background, someone knocks on he door, I go to open it, a messenger boy hands me a letter but his eyes go wide at the fight inside the room.

"Oh, don't mine them. It's just a scuffle," I say as if this is completely normal. I examine the letter and notice it has no name. I open it and find a blank letter. "Huh," I say, but after a few moments of holding the paper, words appear, and my heart spikes to see who wrote the letter.

Calea.

My heart spikes as I read her words.

Kamari, I am okay. Javall has been nice enough to let me write you. I ache to be home. Paldania is just how I remember it. Corrupt. Soild in the stain of Black Magic. I miss you more than know you. I can already see you trying to break my blood bind to Javall, but I'm afraid it won't be so easy. Please, take care of Nivillia. Don't worry about me. I've survived Paldania before. Oh, and tell Ryuu, he's in my thoughts…

My eyes burn, and I start to cry like a fool. Every beat of my stupid heart felt raw with sadness. Calea didn't deserve any of this, and it was because she was with me that any of this happened. She had already gone through hell, not to mention she was in the place she hated most. The messenger boy had long gone, and I found myself walking away from the room. I clenched the letter to my chest. I wanted to write her back, and as I grab the paper and pen, words escape me. How could I put all of the emotions I was feeling to paper? I couldn't. And just saying, I miss you or I'm sorry, didn't feel like enough. But not responding would kill me.

And since I couldn't find the words, I stared down at a blank piece of paper. I shake my head and flop into a chair, threading my hands through my hair in frustration. I sigh once more and look out the window. I decide to tell Calea what's been happening in Nivillia, and how it's growing in her absence, even though her precsence would no doubt do it justice. Of course I had other smushy nonsense to add before, I seal it. I wanted to send it right away so I head down to the Kingdom. I didnt want a messenger boy to go put it in the mail for me. I could do it and I needed some fresh air, and some time to myself anyway.

I walk through Nivillia and as I see the splotches of green that I hadn't seen before, my heart grows fonder. The building looked as if the ivy vines were stitching buildings back together with tender loving care. Some had been abandoned but I made sure they were rebuilt for whoever wanted to live here or expand their already growing businesses. Even the cobblestone on the ground was threaded in moss now. As I walk down the long road of vendors on my way to the Red Stag, I notice a familiar seller. One with tasty fruit. My chest fills with warmth as I see the Mael, still selling his fruits to people as if none of the horrid things ever happened here. At least one thing didn't change. It's nice to know something stayed as it was. I happily walk down towards his stall, eager to say hello, and thank him for staying.