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The Weeping Monk x Fem!Reader : Forged Of Fire Chapter 15

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Story Summary: Raised under the tiranny of your own family, and forced to steal to earn your keep, you struggle to survive. Born from a Fey mother, and a Manblood father who wanted only sons, you are forced to hide your Fey side. When you are ordered to steal from Father Carden by your half-brother, Cassian, your life spirals out of control and you find yourself at the mercy of the Weeping Monk. The life you knew changes drastically when Cassian betrays you in the cruelest of ways. A trade is made, a promise is broken, and a debt must be paid.

Chapter Title: Truth In The Face Of Liars

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Warnings: Angst. Hurt. Trauma bonding. Intrafamily violence. Depression. Self-harm. Suicidal thoughts. Violence. Torture. Gore. Pining. Trauma. Self-Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc. Lima/Stockholm syndrom-ish. Childhood trauma.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forced Marriage. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn Found Familly-ish. Comfort. Fluff. !SMUT and SPICE!

Word count of this fic: +250K

Chapter: 15/47

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Hours. It had been hours since they had taken you back to the Monk’s room. You noticed an increase of paladins walking up and down the hallway, which was strange because the Monk’s room was at the far end of it. They were guarding this room, and you had an inkling that it was not because they feared you would escape. What had been in that note that Father Carden had given to the Monk? Had Aldith threatened them?

You scribbled in your journal, wasting the ink on writing down a lot of your incoherent thoughts and dreams, too distracted to read in your mother’s journal instead. The sun had just gone down when you heard the door unlock, you shoved the journal under the pillow. The Monk stepped inside, locking the door behind him but leaving the key on the door.

He walked right over to where you were sitting. “I need to speak to you.”

That firm tone worried you. “About?”

The Monk took a stern stance. “The man who came to our monastery, who killed our men and took you away.”

You could already tell that you weren’t going to like this conversation. “What about him?”

“Did you tell me the truth about what happened that night?” he asked, arching a brow.

You hadn’t lied. “Yes.”

The Monk fired another question, “Have you ever met him before?”

Was this an interrogation?

“No.” You frowned at the questions, disliking the tone he had. “Why are you-”

He cut you off. “Did you feel threatened by him?”

You noted that he sounded quite wary of your answer, as if he didn’t trust you were telling the truth.

“He threatened my life!” you snapped. He opened his mouth to speak, but you rose to your feet. “What is this about?!”

He rolled his jaw, as if he was chewing on what he truly wanted to say.

You didn’t like the look of suspicion he was aiming at you. “Well?”

The reason for his behavior broke free from him, “You must have left quite an impression on him. He even brought a note to your former room for you, he wrote of how he would gladly aid you if you wanted to leave with him again.”

That tone. That cold tone he used as if he thought he was close to catching you in a lie. Like he was preparing to reprimand you as if you were one of the paladins under his command. But you were nothing like a paladin who would cower under that stern look.

“What?” you asked incredulous. “Do you believe I ran off willingly with a stranger who wanted to bring me to my father?!”

His stern demeanor began to falter. “You did say he would not bring you back to your father if you had a better offer to give-”

You cut him off. “You unbelievable boor! Are you accusing me of seducing that bastard?! I crawled out of a broken window to get away from him!”

He lost some confidence. “I am not accusing you. I am asking for-”

“Do you even hear yourself?!?” you scoffed loudly.

“I want to know why he would send you such a note.” he said.

How could you have known what that stranger was thinking?!?

“It is not my fault that he is thinking with his cock!” You didn’t care if half the monastery had heard you say it. “Do you think I opened my legs for him and made him promise to help me in return?!”

His eyes widened, he fixed them on the floor for a moment, visibly uncomfortable with the sort of matter you spoke of.

You only grew angrier at the silence. “Is that what you think I did after he tied me up and threw me into that carriage? After he threatened me, held a sword to my throat,…”

You stepped closer, stopping right in front of him. Refusing to accept that he could accuse you of lying and not look you in the eyes while doing it. He lost the confidence he had.

“Of course not.” He forced his eyes to the side, throat bopping, he could not look you in the eyes.

You shook your head. “I should not be so shocked. You spend your days around men who refer to me as the ‘Fey whore’.”

Finally his eyes snapped to your face, tone firm. “You are not!”

You snapped, “Than stop treating me like this!”

Silence dropped into the room. He had almost recoiled at the fury in your voice. The outburst had let your anger free, leaving only the hurt behind. How could he think you were lying about what happened?… Your eyes fell away from him. The Monk was surprised by your outburst, he cleared his throat and looked away for a moment. You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to contain the reawakening anger inside.

He tried to clear the air, “Father has ordered for more paladins to guard the monastery. He won’t get inside again.”

You rolled your eyes away, done with this conversation after he had shown doubt in what you had told him about that night and had acted like you had dishonored him. He spoke your name to draw your attention back.

Your tone was venomous. “You were there. You found me that night. Did it look like I was there by my own choice?!”

He tilted his head down, letting the scolding rain over him.

You grabbed your cloak to make your bed in the corner of the room, not even asking before you took the only pillow too. “Goodnight.”

It had been said so harsh that he’d have preferred a slap. Why had he let the note bother him so? Father had demanded that he questioned you, suspecting that this stranger may not have been a stranger to you at all.

“You can have the bed.” he tried.

Your answer was just as harsh, “Keep your bed.”

A polite form of telling him to go to hell.

“Are you hungry?” he tried again.

“No.” your mouth said. Your stomach disagreed.

The Monk headed to the door. “I will be back in a moment.”

Your glare followed him out the door.

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As the Monk walked towards the kitchen, Father approached him.

“Well? Did you question her?” Father asked urgently.

Yes. And he regretted it dearly. He nearly feared facing you again.

He gave a shallow nod. “Yes, Father. She told me that she truly does not know the one who left the note.”

Father scratched his beard. “Do you believe she is telling the truth?”

“I do. She is innocent.”

After seeing your reaction, he had no doubt anymore.

“Good. We cannot risk losing her. Let no one steal her away.” Father pointed at him. “Feed her trust in you, my son.”

The Monk looked down at his boots.

His conscience had begun to twist his stomach. Father had put a task upon his shoulders, one he had obediently enacted. If only it was so simple, if only he had not grown so fond of your company

“Bring her to our side and we will win this war against evil.” Father placed a hand on the Monk’s shoulder. “Do what is necessary. Make me proud, my son.”

“Yes, Father.”

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The Monk returned mere moments later with a bowl filled with cooked vegetables and some bread. You wanted to refuse, but it smelled so good that your stomach would have murdered you for it. You spooned a big heap of it in your mouth, sitting on the floor.

“Food won’t make me inclined to forgive you.” you chewed out.

“Are you certain?” It slipped out of him. You put the that bowl down immediately.

The wit left him at the sight of it.

A quiet sigh left you, you voiced your disappointment, “I have done nothing wrong to you. I have not lied about the stranger. An apology would be welcome.”

He saw the saddened look in your eyes and the apology came effortlessly now, “Forgive me. I should not have doubted your word. Father ordered me to question you, but I crossed the line.”

“Thank you.” you picked the bowl up and started eating again.

He folded his hands together behind his back to hide their restless state. “I never should have questioned you in such a manner. I was insolent and behaved appalling towards you.”

You did feel quite upset about it still. “Why were you so cold to me? I have not tried to flee, why treat me like I somehow betrayed you?”

“You have been loyal to me.” he quietly said. “It confounds me.”

You dared to ask it, “Do you believe it more possible for me to betray you, than for me to be your ally?”

His eyes told you that your guess was right. Was he truly not used to having someone that could be trusted?

Your eyes locked on his. “I cut my palm and smeared my blood into the forest so you could find me. I wouldn’t have done that if I had not wanted to return to you.”

That made him get very quiet, he didn’t know what to say for a moment. You quietly continued to eat.

He was cautious when asking, “Will you tell me, if you see him again?”

“Afraid I’ll throw myself into his arms and let him whisk me away from here after this?” you said while taking another bite.

He didn’t fall for it. “You don’t know what he wants with you.”

You looked up at him, brow arched. “Oh, I think I do. Remember, I did tell you he tried to lay with me.”

The Monk turned his head to face the wall, rolling his jaw.

You shrugged your shoulders. “At least here they don’t want me to return to my father. And once you’ve taught me well enough to defend myself, I could venture off on my own.”

He looked at you briefly, a glimpse of something you couldn’t place had flashed through his eyes. He send his eyes to the floor and got closer to where you were sitting. You didn’t expected it when he knelt right next to you and send him a curious look.

He spoke to you quietly. “You are safest here. Your father cannot claim you back, Father and I will make certain you are safe from him and anyone he might send for you.”

It had sounded as if he wanted to convince you to stay indefinitely…

You replied just as quiet, “I do not want my freedom to be kept from me forever, Lancelot.”

He understood, but it was not simple. “But freedom away from Father will be difficult to achieve, you must understand this.”

It felt so intimate to converse like this. “I cannot pretend forever. Not like you are trying to do.”

He took no offense to it. “Perhaps one day you will not have to pretend, perhaps you will find your place here after all.”

“Lancelot…” You shook your head slowly.

He gave a understanding nod, knowing better than to push the matter of you joining the mission again, but you got the feeling that he wasn’t looking forward to the moment you would leave. And as strange as it was, you were glad there was still one person in the world who seemed to want your company. He reached behind his sword, taking the scrunched up parchment from where he had stored it and handed it to you. You took another spoon of your meal and then put the bowl down to read the note.

~“My apologies for our encounter, dear. Aldith will not hear from me again, find the coin I was paid where we were together last. Should you wish to escape this room, and your uncaring husband, shred this parchment and shove the torn pieces under the door. Or scatter them in the monastery when you can, and I will come for you.

All my love. -Gareth”

“Gareth?” you uttered the name. “He’s foolishly brave to leave this for me to find.”

The Monk looked down at that note as if it had scorned him. He had read it over and over again. How this stranger had called him ‘uncaring’, how this ‘Gareth’ was eager to ‘help’.

You saw the tensing in the Monk’s form. “I really don’t know this man-”

“I believe you.” he said. “Just as I believe that this man may be determined to return here for you.” The Monk rose to his feet. “If he does, I will sink my sword into him.”

It was impossible not to notice how much it bothered him. Maybe he took offense to what this stranger had written about him. He rubbed his chin, then took of his cloak and dressed down to his undershirt before he sat down on his bed.

“How is Goliath?” you broke the tense silence.

His eyes calmed. “What you did for him, it helped. His leg is seems stronger again.”

You smiled, it was a relief to hear that the stallion was getting better. “And did the ointment help your back?”

He was not used to others being concerned about him. His eyes locked on your face. “It helped keep the scars from burning.”

“Good.” You ate the last bit of your meal so you could sleep after.

The Monk watched you eat in silence for a little while, then spoke, “It does not feel right to me to let you sleep on the floor.”

You chewed the last bit of food and put the bowl down and off to the side. “It’s fine.”

“It is not.” He brushed a hand over his mouth, shaking his head a little. Then he stood up from the bed. “The bed is yours.”

You were reluctant. “No. I’m fine on the floor.”

He voice was firm and filled with conviction. “No, you are not. You are telling me this only because you believe I consider having you here a burden. I don’t. As difficult as our situation is, I cannot pretend that I am alright with having the woman who was made my wife sleeping on the floor, I have my honor.”

You blinked up at him, stunned by it. “I -”

“Please.” he said, gesturing to the bed. “Take the bed.”

You didn’t have it in you to refuse again when hearing how pleading he sounded, how could someone like him even manage that? You got up from the floor and gave a nod. “Are you sure? But what about your back? It’s more comfortable for you to-”

He send you a look. “Concern yourself over your own back. I doubt that bruising will get better when sleeping on a hard wooden floor all the time.”

Alright… he wasn’t wrong to think that. Your back was aching again ever since being thrown in that carriage and feeling every dent in the ground that it had rode over. You picked up the empty bowl and walked towards the bed, but halted just as you were at his side, your hand curled around his bicep and gave it a squeeze. “You can be sweet when you’re not being an arrogant boor.”

He scoffed a little, but still had a timid smile at the compliment. You let go and claimed the bed for yourself, putting the bowl on the bedside table.

He plucked your cloak from the ground and put it neatly over the foot of the bed. “Sleep well.”

You crawled under the sheet. “Good night.”

The pillow was still in the corner of the room where you had left it, after a moment of hesitation he took it up from the floor and came to seat himself against the side of the bed. If you were to stretch your arm, you could have easily touched his shoulder. He looked at you for silent approval, you send a small smile back. He offered the pillow, you declined and he put it behind his head instead. It was strange to realize how comfortable you had grown around him, and how comfortable he seemed to be with your presence. He fell asleep so easily, a sign that he had grown to trust you. And it wasn’t hard to fall asleep yourself close to a person who may have a good heart after all.

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A hard bang made you jolt awake. There was loud and heavy rapid knocking on the door. The Monk was up on his feet in an instant, grabbed his cloak and rushed to the door, he only opened it a few inches.

“There is a fire, Sir!” A paladin quickly said.

The Monk gave a nod, closed the door and came over to you. “Up.”

You did as asked and grabbed the journals, stashing them in your satchel to take along. He quickly handed you your cloak that you could barely put on before he dragged you out of the room.

He handed you over to a group of four paladins. “Guard her. Where is Father?”

A paladin answered, “He is outside the refectory, where the fire is.”

The Monk turned on his feet and made haste to the refectory.

After using one of their ropes to bind your hands, the group of paladins hurriedly walked with you through the hallways. They led you down a set of stairs and soon they were dragging you through the kitchens. When the paladin walking up front opened the door that led outside, it was slammed into his face hard. In the dark it was hard to see what was happening, you only saw a shadow figure enter the kitchen. The paladins who had held you by the arms released you and drew their weapons. A fight ensued and you were defenseless with your hands bound together. You sought cover under one of the two large heavy tables, hoping that it would grant you safety until you could escape the kitchen. The shouting around you quieted down quickly and the gurgling sound of dying men filled your ears. An arm shot out under the table and a scream crawled out your throat as the shadow figure pulled you from under the table by the arm. You jerked your elbow forward once they got you to your feet and struck them in the face.

“Gods-” the shadow said.

You were pinned to the wall not a moment later, your mouth covered by their hand.

“You’re feistier than I thought.” a familiar voice sounded.

The clouds moved in the sky outside and allowed the moonlight to fall through the windows and into the kitchen. You recognized who you were facing now, it was the Stranger who had returned. Blood was all over the floor from the paladins he had killed.

As you tried to scream, he began to hush you, “Please, don’t scream. I’m here to help you!”

You set your nails into the bare skin of his wrist but he didn’t move his hand away from your mouth.

The Stranger remained calm. “Shhh… shhh… listen for a moment, alright dear?”

You stopped struggling and stared at him.

He was relieved to see you calm down a bit. “My name is Gareth. And I do not mean you harm. I am a Knight of the Fey, or was…” he looked like it troubled him to not be certain of the fact. “I realized you must not have gotten my note when I saw no light come from your room through that small window. There was always some light visible in the evening from that lantern in the room when you were there. Now, I’m going to move my hand away, just don’t scream, alright?”

Slowly he moved his hand away from your mouth, watching your reaction with caution. You didn’t scream, but you did spit in his face. He wiped his face with his hand.

“There are more enjoyable ways to exchange spit.” he mumbled.

You were still staring at him. “You’re Fey?!?”

He admitted it. “Sky Folk.”

Now that he stood so close, you could indeed pick up the Fey scent if you concentrated enough.

“What do you want from me?” you asked coolly.

He was grinning. “I have come to ask if you want to leave this place. This is no place for Feys, everyone who lives here has murdered our people.”

“First you threaten to kill me and tell me that you were paid by my father to take me to Ravenwick, and now you are here to help me?” you scoffed.

Gareth explained his reason. “I have earned my coin by bloodying my hands, I won’t deny that. But until I was tasked to find you, I had never harmed anyone who was innocent. When Aldith called upon me, I wanted to know why Father Carden was so interested in you, so I accepted the task. The whole thing just sounded odd to me. My brother would never forgive me for harming one of our own.”

It was hard to believe that he wasn’t just a greedy sellsword. “I don’t know you, and I don’t trust you either.”

He was disappointed to hear it. “You think you know the ones who are keeping you here, you think you can trust them?” He shook his head. “I have spend a day here not long ago. The filth that they speak is even worse than I can stomach and that says something. You are very fortunate that the Weeping Monk is like a shadow to you.”

You didn’t like hearing that at all. “What are you talking about?”

He sighed a little. “Not all of them are very strict on the vow they are forced to take.” He saw your horrified reaction. “I can take you away from here.”

“Take me where?” You weren’t actually considering it.

“To my brother. He is gathering all the Fey he can find that are in trouble, you’ll be safe with him. He knows of a safe place.” He studied your face for a moment. “You don’t want to leave…”

Your eyes widened at his conclusion.

He was so confused by it. “Why would you choose to stay here?”

Your answer was short, “I don’t want to go with you.”

He let out a disappointed sigh. “I can tell.”

The door that led from the hallway into the kitchen was pushed open, it hit the wall from the force of it. Gareth had pulled you away from the wall and now held you close like a shield, his sword was at your throat.

The Monk entered the kitchen slowly, sword drawn and ready. “Unhand her.”

Gareth was eerily calm whilst he moved backwards with you towards the open door that led outside. “Be calm. You’ll get her back if you behave.”

The Monk’s eyes were ablaze with fury.

Gareth got closer to the door step by step. “How could you lock your own wife away? Is it because she is Fey, is that it?”

You shook your head discreetly, hoping it would calm the storm that was the Monk.

Gareth noticed it. “You are too good for that murdering scum. Don’t let him make you believe that he’s not the monster that he is, he’s Father Carden’s weapon. They took your freedom for a reason.”

The Monk’s grip tightened around his sword.

“Be careful, dear. When the wolf bares his teeth, it is always too late for it’s prey.” Gareth said, then proceeded to boldly kiss the side of your head.

It was done just to confuse and distract the Monk. Then he gave you a strong push that launched your body right into the Monk’s. The hard impact you expected never came, the Monk’s fast reflexes had caught you just in time to prevent a hard crash against him. He looked past your shoulder and saw that Gareth had already fled the place.

Father would be furious if he did not catch him.

The Monk quickly grabbed your arm and hurried with you out of the kitchen and called out to another group of paladins who were making their way to safety. “Guard her. The enemy is here. Do not let anyone else near her!”

He stormed away, leaving a bunch of startled paladins in his wake.

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An hour had passed since the fire was discovered. Those who were not busy extinguishing the flames were waiting in and outside the stables for the rest of the smoke to clear out of the monastery. You were petting Goliath, who was all but amused that his sleep had been interrupted. It was still hours before dawn and you wondered if you would be up all night because of this. Father Carden was outside giving orders, the Monk was yet to return. This Stranger, Gareth, had created a chaos among the Red Paladins just to try and help you. A Knight of the Fey… you wondered if that was even true. And with how he had taunted the Monk, you knew that he would have to flee the land far to survive his wrath. Still, the things he had said remained in your thoughts.

~“When the wolf bares his teeth, it is always too late for his prey.”~

Had he considered the Monk to be the ‘wolf’ Or should you be concerned that they came in a pack… Goliath tilted his head towards the open stable doors, something had drawn his attention. You looked to where he was looking and could see how the Monk, already dismounted from the brown mare, walked over to Father Carden. A paladin rushed over and took the reins of the mare to lead her into the stables. Father Carden began to speak to the Monk, neither of them looked happy. The priest’s mood soured even more than it had been already. He turned and walked away from the Monk after pointing at him and talking louder, still you could not hear what was said. But you could see that the Monk wasn’t alright after what must have been a scolding, he looked so disappointed. After taking a moment to compose himself, he walked into the stables and came straight towards you.

“What-” you began.

He stopped you by shaking his head, then took you by the arm to guide you along and out of the stables.

“Return to your quarters.” he commanded those still in the stables and outside of it.

The smoke had been aired out of the monastery, it was fortunate that the refectory was on the other side of the building. There were a lot more paladins on guard than there had previously been. Not much later, you were back in his room, and the second he closed the door he took of his cloak. He said not a word to you as he dressed down until his chest was bare. His arm was covered in blood and you gasped at the sight. He went to the washbasin and quickly began to clean off the blood.

You hurried over to him. “I’ll help-”

“No.” he sounded firm. “I know what to do.”

You could tell that he was not in the mood to argue about this, but you stayed near just in case he would need some help. “What happened?”

He hated to recall the moment. “I chased him into the woods on horseback. I thought I had lost his tracks. But then he charged at me on horseback and attacked me, cut my arm with his sword. If I had not thrown myself off of the horse, he would have cut off my head instead.”

“Did you kill him?” you barely dared to ask.

He shook his head. “No. Not yet.” Then looked at you. “I’ll find him.” His expression changed suddenly. “Did he harm you?”

You shook your head. “No. He came for exactly the reason that he mentioned in the note. To get me away from here.”

It did not sit well with him at all how that bastard had been far too familiar with you. What if he had not found you when he did?

The Monk walked to the chest, opened it and searched it’s contents until he found the needle and thread at the bottom of it. It indeed appeared so that he was used to treating his injuries, he had threaded that needle ridiculously fast.

“You refused his offer?” he guessed.

“Of course I did. Just because he claims to be a knight, doesn’t mean he can be trusted.” you told him.

“A ‘Knight’?” he parroted right after wincing when he pulled the needle through his skin to close the cut.

“He said he was a Knight of the Fey. He wanted to bring me to his brother who-” You stopped, realizing what you were about to say.

The Monk noticed it immediately and looked at you with sharp eyes. “What of his brother?”

“He just said his brother would keep me safe.” You left out how this brother was gathering the Fey together in a safe place.

He looked you in the eyes, and you prayed he would not ask further. Then he blinked and continued the task of suturing his skin back together.

“If you continue like that, it won’t heal properly.” you winced at his lack of precision with the needle.

He held the needle out for you to take, no longer bothering to refuse the help. You quickly took the needle before he’d change his mind. You began to suture the wound shut, grimacing a little at the sight. He arched a brow when he saw your expression.

You bit your lip. “I only ever stitched myself back together. It’s strange doing it with someone else’s skin.”

He was looking down at your work. “You are doing well.”

“It helps that you’re not writhing around in pain.” you jested.

The Monk was silent for a moment, then quietly spoke. “He set fire to our refectory to distract us. I caught his scent through the smoke too late. I knew he would return, I should have been more careful.”

You pulled the needle through his skin one last time, “Did Father Carden blame you for this?”

“This was my fault.” he stated it in firm believe.

“How?” you asked.

He thought for a moment. “I should have been more alert.”

It was saddening to see how much fault he put on himself. “For goodness sake… you barely get any rest, it’s not a crime to sleep.”

You finished suturing the wound, put some of the ointment on it, and then went over to the washbasin to grab a rag to clean the blood off of your hands. “Seeing you and Father Carden together, reminds me of Cassian and I. Everything was fine as long as I did exactly what he wanted, but when things went wrong…”

The Monk was quiet, he walked over, stopping just in front of you. He took a clean rag from the table and wrapped it around his arm to cover the wound.

You scrapped your courage together. “I think I know now why I didn’t take the offer of that knight. I have started to carry a hope in me that you might one day desire to leave this life behind too. That you will have your freedom as I will have mine.”

It was a whisper leaving him, “I have my freedom.”

Your voice matched in volume. “If that were true, they would know what you are. You are hiding your nature to survive, to be accepted. Hiding is not freedom.”

“I belong here.” He didn’t even look at you when he said it.

You reached out and touched his arm lightly. “I disagree.”

When you turned away and started to walk towards the bed, the Monk’s hand shot out and his fingers quickly caught you by your jacket.

He stepped closer again, slowly pulling you towards him. “Tomorrow… I will teach you the sword again. And I’ll continue doing it until I am certain that you can defend yourself, this I swear to you.”

You blinked at him. He then walked to where he had put down the belts of his weapons and plucked a dagger off of it.

“Take this.” He handed the dagger to you. “If he ever returns, if anyone tries to harm you, put it in their chest.”

You were staring at the dagger in your hands, then blurted out, “Where am I supposed to hide this?”

It dawned on him that you had nothing to hide it in.

He reached down and moved your jacket open a little. “Hand me your jacket. I will find a way to store the dagger inside of it.”

You took the jacket off and handed it to him, already missing it’s warmth.

He put the jacket down next to his cloak, making sure he would remember.

There was one problem… “What if the paladins, or Father Carden, find that dagger on me?”

He was too determined to have you armed to see fault in his plan. “If they do, I will explain it to Father.” The Monk came closer once more, reaching out to touch the cord with the ring that still hanged around your neck, it must have moved from under your shirt with the chaos. “Hide this well.”

Quickly you hid the valuable jewelry under your shirt again.

“Your decision to not to go with the Fey Knight will please Father.” he sounded content. “I hope to convince him to reward you for it.”

You hadn’t made that decision to please the priest. “I want nothing of him. I didn’t stay for him.”

He was persuasive. “I know. But anything to make you more comfortable must be welcome?”

You hummed and went to sit down on the bed. “Like what?”

The Monk, stepped closer again, his boot nearly touched your own. You kicked off your boots and moved your legs under the sheet to lay down.

“What would you like?” He had tilted his head and watched you curiously.

You rested your head down on the bed and thought about it for a while, in the meantime he returned to the spot against the bed where he had been sleeping before the fire. It was impossible not to notice how day by day, the Monk looked more and more tired. No wonder, his sleep was interrupted so often. And when he did sleep, his dreams were often haunted and restless.

“Well?” He was waiting for your answer.

You studied the dagger, then put it down beside you. “Some clean clothes and a chance to bathe properly. Something to read, not the scriptures. A sword.”

“Father will not allow it.” he quickly refused.

The corner of your mouth curved up. “Fine. Just the sword then.”

The Monk looked at you past his shoulder, seeing the small grin you had. “I meant the sword.”

Now that you had the chance, you made your requests. “It would be lovely to have some more bedding, considering we have to share it between us. Another pillow, some warmer sheets…”

He was listening to your suggestions rather patiently. “That sounds agreeable-”

You dreamed on. “A second bed, so neither of us has to sleep on the floor. Maybe even a bigger room so the beds would fit better-”

The Monk spoke your name, the look he send was sadly discouraging.

“Fine. Just a chance to bathe then.” you gave in.

He gave a nod. “I will endeavour to fulfill at least one of your requests.”

The jest fell out of you again, “The sword?”

“What use would it be to you?” he fired back.

Your mouth fell agape at the blatant mockery of your lack of skill with a sword. “You rotten-”

He leaned a little to the side when you tried to smack the corner of the sheet against him. “Try to sleep. There is not much of the night left.”

“Alright…” you turned over to face the wall. “Try to sleep too.”

“I will.” he said quietly.

And he did try to sleep. But every few minutes he’d wake. Any noise that reached his ears cruelly tore him from his rest again. And the only dream that he was long enough asleep for was nothing short of a nightmare. The fire, his dead Brothers, and you gone, taken into the night. The only solace he had was when he was awake, when he knew you were still sleeping in his bed. God… what was he doing to himself?

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