Zygax watched Myvillion, wondering if the Royal Guard could handle the wolf-beast if they had been lured into some sort of trap.
He ordered the men to be watchful of the everything around them, and prepared for anything in a silent manner.
"How is she?" He asked simply, a clear undertone of malice in his voice, he looked at the poor excuse for an Arl, taking pleasure in seeing his wrecked nose.
Myvillion looked over Lennox. She wasn't bleeding, had eaten, and had gotten minimal rest. To that, Myvillion would have said 'she's doing well', having lived in the harsh environment of the Northern kingdom for nearly thirty years.
"Better," he explained, gesturing to her.
The soon-to-be imprisoned or dead prince lightly shook Lennox, trying not to anger Zygax by his action.
"Zygax is here now.. I'm sure he's happy to see you alive and.. mended." he told her softly.
Standing up, Myvillion looked to Mordue, who watched sadly from outside.
"Whatever they plan to do to me.. Let it be. Because part of me.. feels I deserve it."
Zygax was now kneeling beside Lennox, placing gentle hands on her shoulders and glad to feel her warmth again.
The Royal Guards watched in confusion as the Arl conversed with the beast, but as of right now, they took no action, as they had to wait for orders.
Lennox's head rolled back, her eyes opening slightly. She felt Zygax's hands on her shoulders and she felt tears in her eyes. Her throat was dry and her head was fuzzy. The reassurance of having Zygax near her was overwhelming. She felt safe again. She tilted her head, so her cheek could touch his hand.
Zygax stroked her cheek once, then he scooped her up, regaining his strength from the food and water he had caught up on earlier.
He walked passed the guards, "Escort him," he ordered simply before trekking outside into the frozen wasteland that was the North.
Myvillion said nothing in protest, following the guards in silence.
Mordue followed some distance behind, mildly terrifying the guardsmen. The former prince couldn't help but smile.
Once a mother, always a mother I suppose.
Lennox snuggled as close as she could in Zygax's arms wondering about what would happen to Myvillion. What had happened to the other enemies? She would completely confused. She couldn't remember much after being starved for days with Zygax in that small room. The fact that her brain was functioning was amazing. "I can walk..." She croaked, knowing Zygax was just in a bad shape like her and he didn't deserve the extra task of carrying her.
Zygax shook his head, "I can walk for both of us," by this point in time, they were basically already upon the impromptu outpost, as a fire was coming into sight.
Lennox just wanted to be in a tent alone with Zygax. She could see the fire flicker against the shadows. She knew there was no point in arguing. "Don't expend yourself for me." She said, her voice dry.
Zygax placed Lennox in a tent, propping her up against his chest as he sat with her. Some servants brought food and water, and Zygax first held the water to her lips. "Drink," he ordered.
Myvillion was escorted near to his brother and stripped of all his gear besides his clothes.
Soon, he'd face trail in which Aradace, Zygax and Lennox would collectively be the judge, jury and executioner.
Myvillion willingly let the guards take his belongs, remaining quiet until reach the place where Razylym was. It was then he finally spoke.
"I should kill you for the events that have happened over the past week. Just so the king can't do it himself.." he hissed, looking over to his half brother.
"Honestly.. What happened to the Great Knight of the Northern Kingdom? Ha.."
Lennox was too exhausted to move and relished in his help, examining it before quickly drinking all of it, gasping for air after finishing. She was so hungry and thirsty. She had refused to eat fully in Myvillion's presence. "What happened after... We split?" She asked, quietly her voice still rough from exhaustion.
Zygax beckoned for someone to hand him the food, which they did. It was simply meat, but Lennox would probably believe it was the most delicious thing ever. He tore a chunk off and held it to her lips as well, "I rested for a moment, then ate and such before looking for you. Did Myvillion hurt you?"
Lennox sighed, eating as he fed her. "I will tell you later, I'm too exhausted to explain right now... Whatever are we going to do with him?" She asked, closing her eyes tiredly.
"Do not you worry about that," Zygax said, kissing the top of her head, "Aradace and I will handle that."
Razylym gave a sideways glance to his brother, "The only question I have is how slow will they make your death? A traitor to your father and your friends? Surely they will hang you without the drop."
"Come here." She beckoned weakly, wanting to feel his arms wrapped around her. She had gone too long without feeling completely safe. "Please hold me." She begged quietly, wanting to drift off in his arms to somewhere peaceful. It was getting late. She tried to crawl over seductively but ended up collapsing on the fur in their tent. She wasn't strong enough yet.
Zygax did as we told, cuddling into her her near-asleep form. He made sure to give her a gentle squeeze, so she could have that extra sense of security to help her sleep. "Goodnight, my dear."
"N-no..." She whined, wanting to feel him beside her longer before she was dead to the world. "Don't sleep..." She huffed, kissing his neck. "We almost died. I don't want to sleep." She whispered, her eyelids closing slow.
Zygax shushed her, "You need rest," he whispered, feeling the temptation of sleep also creeping up on him. He knew they'd both give in soon.