I Scored Myself A Mate

"Please do not make us leave" Ea said, staring at the woman with sad eyes. "We got no one to help us"

They had been standing there for only one or two minutes but in Allias' mind it was hours. Hours of torturing thoughts about Theseus' death that was nearing closer and closer. Amelia would not even spare a glance at the unconscious elf, as if she didn't want to see the wounds, to see the blood. She would also not look at Allias either. Everywhere esle but his beautifu eyes that silently were enduring the pain of rejection. He stood tall, waiting, hoping, even though every time he had placed his hopes on someone else he had been betrayed.

"You are denying help to a king" He stated, deciding to play his only strong card. His crown, shinning gold had aways been bound by treaties and alliances but this time it could be his only way to save Theseus. "We too belong in the treaties. Shouldn't you be more careful?"

"I have nothing to lose anymore. I do not care. I do not know you nor I like you and after everything why woud you think I would help?"

She was right. Allias could not deny that. This is where his power had reached. Where his kingdom had fallen. To find himself in need of strangers that he couldn't even fully trust. Once his people were respected in every roalm, powerful and elegant but now they were being treated as nothing. It was as if that heavy crown he always carried, trying to stand with his weight on him and not crumble was proved to be fake. He breathed in and closed his eyes. He slowly gave Theseus' body to Ares, carefully so his injuries would not get worse.

He did not need a crown, he did not need a hollow throne, he did not need a palace. He never did. All he ever needed was Theseus, all he ever wanted was to protect his people. The gold, the silver and the jewels were meaningless no matter how temptingly they shone. Theseus must live, he told himself. If he didn't Allias would not be able to.

Even the way his knees touched the ground, his posture as he bowed his head and his eyes, shinning from the tears were beautiful. Everyone was looking at him in shock as he stood lower than them, as he fell and crumbled, as he tossed his pride aside, forgeting his name, his role. The only thing that was remaining was that love, that overwhelming need to be with his love, the fear of losing him. They shouldn't be wasting time like. He was willing to waste evrything, his fortune, his pride, his power, everything but not time. Time was what Theseus needed the most right now.

"My King!" Ea exclaimed in shock and tried to get him to get up. "Please stand up' This....this..." Allias slappd his hand away, with the same hands that had been paintd by Theseus' blood. He wasn't a king now, he was a lover. A lover with only one wish, the wish for his lfe not to end yet. He wanted to be happy, he wanted to laugh and dance and see the world. He wanted to make his people strong again and build a family with many smiles but none of that would be possible if Theseus was dead. His soul would be incomplete.

It was impossible with these thoughts in his head to not cry. With the image of Theseus' body slowly disappearing.

"I am begging you. He is the only one I have. I...I can't exist without him. Please." he begged Amelia, his tears landing steadily, small drops on the floor of the dirty corridor.

Amelia stood frozen, looking at him. His humble plea, the shaking of his voice and the tremble of his wounded heart. It seemed as if she was enchanted, by the unexplained beauty in his sorrow. She had never seen an elf before, obviously not one as majestic as him and the iamage before her was as rare as a sight could get. She was aware of that.

"Aren't you supposed to be a king? Are you kneeling in front of me?" she asked him curious about his answer.

"I've never bowed to anyone before. The only one who has seen me like this is this man." he said reffering to Theseus. "I am not bowing to you, I am bowing to my love for him. I would do anything to keep him alive"

Amelia scoffed, even after everything he still was a royal. One with a heart. A heart that she wished to see. She took a step forward, wanting to approach him. She would see for herself if they were worth of her help. She placed her palm on top of his head, everyone else staring frozen, not daring to intervene.

She looked deep, her eyes turning white, a sudden chill filling the place and the elves stared at each other. She traveled in times she didn't know about, in places she had only heard in stories, read in books and she saw blood, so much blood, so many tears, that could create a river and so much sorrow. So many scars that never healed. Allias' mind was a strom that destroyed everything. This man, this elf, this human, this king, he had suffered and hurt. He had paid for mistakes that weren't his and he had tried to fix the world only to be let down by everyone. Everyone except him. The only part of his mind and soul that had ben intact. The only place he found peace was where he was. The only time when his soul shone, like the old times was with him. His smiled engraved with perfect detail in his core. The last string that was keeping his old self alive. Theseus was his cure, the only relief.

When Amelia was over digging through Allias' mind she flinched and took a step back, pulling her arm away like she had been shocked. She closed her eyes only to ralize that she had been shedding tears with him too.

"You didn't have to make me relive all that" Allias told her with a bitter smile and she froze.

"I am sorry" she mumbled and looked away. "Get him inside. It will cost you though . Not money."

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