Natalie Yacobson - Amaranta-2. Captive of Elf’s King

«What is it?» Amaranta scolded from the board the slide of the ash, remaining from the burned chess. «Only not asking kisses. I do not want to stay with a burnt face.»

«And for this you will help me open one door!» The elf took several chess figures from the board, obviously deciding that the game was won, and he has the right to keep himself something as a trophy.

«What else is the door?»

«Follow me!»

Spark fell out and flew forward as a torch, overclocking the darkness. From the curiosity Amaranta went after him.

«Where are we going?»

Rather, he flew, she walked, but Spark was not embarrassed. He hurried to the garden, and in the most rushing corner.

«In the crypt!» He responded, flew to the thickets. He was stolen from the board the queen, it had to be thrown into the bushes, because the figure in his fingers is hopelessly burned. «You need to unlock this door.»

The door was heavy and cast-iron, increasing moss and bind. This is definitely not the door of the surname crypt. It is located much to the left than the ever-locked entrance to the family tomb. Amaranta crashed from the door the stems of the bindweed. Under them was visible a key well in the form of some vensel.

Friends of Spark turned out to be here as here. They are really a whole team! They walked around a fiery round dance. The air heated from their presence. The breathing became more difficult.

«Let’s play!» One elf tried to burn her. Other giggle.

Amaranta tried to adopt them. As strange, what else, not to acquire children, she has already felt like a mother who cannot cope with the hooliganism of their own offspring. Fiery elves are not only in mind, but also in nature very much resembled risen children. They walked over her head like live fire pillars. And torches were not needed.

«Here is the key!» Spark handed her the key, dirty and rusty. It, probably, still resting at the bottom of the source or even in the quagmire.«Open!»

«And you yourself can not open?»

«If I could, I would not ask you to help me. This is nonsense – ask for the help of the lady.»

Did he believed himself that he is a knight who himself should serve the lady in all?

Mould remained from the key on her hands. Amaranta climbed into a garden well to rinse hands. The well bucket was full of water, and suddenly there was no water in a moment, and a water elf was leaned from the well. The one she has already seen. Only this time he was kinder. Even showed obsession.

«Do not communicate with fiery shoes, whatever they walked you. Better pay attention to me. I can greatly prove you on the day at the bottom. With my help, you could become a water queen. You know the story of Lilofey, which married the underwater king. At first she resisted, but then she was good at the bottom.

«Lilofey was a princess, and Amaranta is just a countess. She is suitable for beauty, but not suitable by origin,» Spark interrupted.»

«But the king of elves does not think so.»

Silence has come.

«Let him seek unmarried. Otherwise, the law on the same century will come into force before the wedding.»

«What?»

«Never mind! Open!»

The door succumbed. Spark kissed her. Lips burned. When he kissed the maid, he usually burned the face. She darted to the well. Reflection in the water comforted her. The lips turned red, but there is neither blister or burns. The skin has not burned down to the bone.

How it happened that the others he burned, but did not harm her? Ladies, burned by his kisses, were forced later to cover faces with veil. Amaranta managed to pay attention to the victims of his courting. Unfortunate ladies complained that they were a victim of the fireplace demon.

«There is a secret move to the hills,» a joyful voice of Spark came. «Thank you, babe, now we can fly to the hills.»

«Was it not easier to fly to them through the field at the castle?» Amaranta looked at the tightened cobweb. There was dark and damp.

«It is impossible through the field!» Spark flew in the darkness, burning the web. «This is the territory of Dagda. He will not let us down to the hills, because he remembers how we were fried the victims there. And through the underground we move easily! With underground spirits, I am easy to agree. By the way, you want to visit our hills. Inside, the whole workshop lies in them, where we are improving fiery magic on the received captured travelers.

It seems clear why Dagda drove them away. Spark was mentioned that he was driven away from all the magic courts.

«If the castle is precipitated, then through a secret move you can escape. You do not even need a torch, because we will shine!»

«Thank you! In case of siege, I will consider,» said Amaranta. Spark was right. Just in case you need to know what way to escape from the fortress. Another secret way is good in order to quietly leave the castle on dates with Dagda. Here and garden gate is no longer needed. Amaranta left the key for herself. She was not even noticed by Spark.

«Well, if the king of Ilior does not see you,» he talked. «And then the poor Angus will immediately have two rivals-kings. He and so from jealousy all got it. Luellin after all, likes flirting with the knights!

And you are not restrained in the language.

«And where did you decide that the King of Ilior is also a fall on the ladies like me, like the king of Aluar. Is he also a lustful old man?»

«No, it is even relatively young, but still not married. And do you know why?»

«How can I know? I am not familiar with him.»

«It should seem to know at least something about the customs and politics of the country in which you now live. And you are only after the elves and run.»

«So after you and yours?»

«After the elves from the seven hills,» Spark clarified. «You are not too courteous with me. I did not fit for the role of the hero-lover?»

«Okay, you stuck me. So what’s wrong with the king of Ilior?»

«So,» Spark is burning a chess figure and thrown it to his annoyance. It was a black queen. It is a pity that Medea Shai also will not be thrown. Otherwise, Amaranth woula put Spark a monument in the castle garden. Let people laugh, for her the fiery elf would be a hero.

«The king himself is a man, but captured by the songs of the stray minstrel about the beautiful fairies. That’s the same he craves to get to his wife. Count: Immortal Eternally Young Queen! You wouldn’t have it? Although, you are not. But I look from the point of view of men.»

«The king or a man, like you, it’s right. But it would hardly be interested in me with the same zeal as you. I’m still not a fairy, but he wants to put a real fairy on the throne next to him. With wings!»

«Oh, about the wings minstrel did not tell him anything. So you can be a fairy too. You look like a cloud fairy. Such only in heaven to float. We step into the throne hall of Ilior, and the poets of the king will vividly compound the poems about how you went to the parquet directly from the cloud that walked outside the window. Angus is convicted or sent to the hot zone of hostilities so that he does not survive there. It is necessary to destroy the opponent. And you will become a queen. It did not come out in Aluar, and your fate came on foot in Irior, it didn’t need even to go by the sea. You have written in your family that you will be the queen.»

She already heard something from ice creature.

«Sad perspectives. So I will not go to the court.»

«But you may be called on mandatory. Here, in the county, you are masters, but all the surrounding feudalles: both counts, dukes, and marquises, all of you, regardless of the title or size of possessions are the King’s vassals. Only I am in my own! True, for me privileges? Better would you come out for me than the Angus. I would remove you from everyone. In the case of siege, it would be pushing such a wife in the fireplace pipe.»