Providence Ch. 16

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Was it so wrong to want something that seemed so right?
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Part 17 of the 18 part series

Updated 11/02/2022
Created 11/18/2003
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Kale – Hawaiian; Strong and Manly

Zurine – Spanish; White

Part 16

The air hung heavily in the small, crowded conference room. The small group, ten men and one woman, surrounding the large table was becoming weary. Hours on end every day for the past week, they would discuss, dispute, and debate about their militaristic options, and then depart without any resolution, only to start the process again the following morning.

Aron had invited Alec, Koen, and William to sit in the council. While William had taken the invitation enthusiastically, Koen had been reluctant at first. Summits and negotiations were not his particular cup of tea, neither was sitting in a stuffy room with overbearing, overgrown middle-aged men who loved to argue and hear themselves talk. But when he saw the woman seated to his right, the woman that had haunted him for the past few weeks, he found himself dragging Will to the conference room in eager delight.

Alec had wanted to offer them some kind of reprieve, a little good news in the sea of bad. He had had some success in contacting Aevar's allies. He had assumed that Juniper, Dagan, and Nero had combined forces in Cyrus's attack against Aevar, even though he had no confirmation.

So that had left Cantu and Aevar, where one was all but deserted and the other was nothing more than a battlefield.

Alec had spoken with several of Aron's advisors, and they had concluded that gaining support from allies, while very dangerous, was imperative. But ‘who' to contact was almost as ridiculous as ‘how' they would help them.

The questions rolled in his mind over and over. Who would they contact? How would they respond? Would they even come to Cantu to help?

Alec had wondered how far the news of the stricken Festival had gone, if the surrounding systems had heard … if they even cared.

He couldn't help second-guessing anything now. Never had he once faltered in his allegiance or pride in Aevar. And he still didn't. But what would stop anyone else from giving up? Circumstances were certainly conducive to it.

The communications equipment that he had been given access to were certainly lacking. While he had been original and inventive with his equipment in the safehouse on Aevar, he had needless to say been discouraged. Nothing was 100% operational and several items were outdated by more than five models or fifty years. Some of the pieces he didn't even recognize, which troubled him the most. How many more obstacles were out there waiting for them?

He had worked for countless days, organizing, rebuilding, contacting. Some successful, some not.

Alec had yet to offer his new and pertinent information in the heated conversation going on around him. Everyone present at the table was either frustrated or hungry or depressed. The combination didn't invite hospitable chitchat.

"Well, I say we get off of this damned planet. There's nothing here but sand and sun. We won't survive the war if Cyrus keeps cutting off supplies," one burly man heatedly offered.

Alec had missed most of the conversation, but he caught on quickly.

"We can't just leave. There are too many people to relocate."

"I'm not talking about relocating. I'm talking about saving our necks!" he countered.

A third man spoke up. "What are you suggesting? That we just leave the survivors to fend for themselves?!"

"That's exactly what I'm saying!"

"Enough!"

Aron spoke calmly, but steady enough that his authority had not been questioned. He had taken the position of moderator since the council, plus Alec, Koen, and William, had started to meet daily. Their arrival, while rejuvenating, had brought a handicap that Aron had not foreseen. Even the Prince of Aevar couldn't bring in food or water. The survivors were restless, and more mouths to feed meant less for everyone else.

"We're not leaving, and that's that."

The burly man huffed; his red face seemed to boil blood under his skin. Koen didn't know who he was and certainly didn't like him. He was the type of man who, when you saw passing by, made an effort to avoid. Koen wished he didn't have to sit in direct view of him.

"Well, we will need to find another alternative. What supplies Cyrus actually sends is small enough, but with the guards at the docks hoarding them … Kale's right. We won't last much longer this way."

"What do you suggest besides relocating?" another man asked him, giving a brooding Kale a stiff look.

"I guess we could try to take the docks back. But if Cyrus hears of an uprising he'll send more guards to finish us off."

"I agree," Aron said. "We need to come up with a solution that doesn't risk everyone's life but at the same time doesn't give away our location."

Kale spoke again. "There is no solution. Cyrus's made sure of it. We can't contact any allies and even if we could they wouldn't help us. It's a suicide mission."

Alec decided to speak for the first time. "That's not true."

His blue eyes widened as every head turned in his direction.

"What do you mean Alec?" Aron asked quietly.

He hesitated swallowing passed the lump in his throat. "Well, I've been working on the communications equipment for the past few days. I was able to get a clear signal, and … and I contacted two allies."

A hushed murmur rumbled through the conference room.

"And?" Aron prompted.

"My contacts at the planets Miya and Zurine both agreed to send reinforcements as soon as possible. Just one ship from each planet for now, with supplies and a few soldiers. After we establish a strong position, and they are able to relay information to their superiors, they've agreed to provide troops, supplies, and anything else we might need to fight Cyrus. They're spreading the word of Koen and Isabel's survival as we speak."

"So, they've heard of the Festival?"

Alec turned to his left, facing the man who had asked the question. "Yes, but they didn't know that the Prince and Princess survived. Cyrus had declared himself King of Aevar. They just assumed the royal family was dead."

"How soon will they be here?" another eager voice asked.

"Within a few days. The Zurine ship will take longer since they're so far away. I told them to land after night fall at the coordinates you gave me," Alec said, indicating Aron. "The Miyan ship will be here in less than forty-eight hours."

The questions continued, most now eager at the information Alec offered. They had been so hopeless for so long. They were like starving men getting their first drops of water.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Koen covertly watched Elizabeth from the corner of his eye, not really hearing the conversation. She sat to his right, obviously avoiding his gaze.

[i]She always looks so beautiful, he thought. [i]Even now with her eyes dulled in exhaustion.

Liz had been up late training another sword class, and then had disappeared with Maria into the desert afterward. He didn't know why they had gone out so late, but he had worried that something might have happened to either one of them. With Maria's laser gun and Liz's sword, he was quite sure they each could handle themselves. But he still worried.

She hadn't been in the commons or cafeteria much either. He knew she was avoiding him, and he began to wonder if there was more to it than just plain dislike. She seemed to despise him, when all he had done was go out of his way to be a friend. Of course he wanted more than friendship, but there was a starting point for every relationship and he didn't want it to end before it even began. If it ever did begin.

They hadn't talked, or rather he hadn't talked to her, since the rejection in the desert three days ago. Suddenly spending time with Mabyn seemed more important than getting his heart trampled on.

After her sorrowful confession, he had made a concerted attempt to shower Mabyn with love and affection. He never wanted her to doubt her place among them, even though he instinctively knew she did anyway.

They had talked, as well as a grown man and a little girl could, about their mothers' deaths. They formed a bond that day, alternating stories of love and loss. He knew what it was like to loose a mother, and she found comfort knowing she wasn't completely alone.

Koen hoped that one day she would be able to move on as best she could and live a happy life. Maybe with Nic, maybe with Isabel, maybe with another family somewhere. Maybe with him, he thought. He was only twenty, but a little girl deserved a good home and if push came to shove, he would take her in without a second thought. She deserved that much, a safe home with someone who loved her. And it certainly wasn't like she was a difficult child.

She had a fighting spirit. Even despite her grief, she smiled through her tears as she spoke of her mother. The bakery, the smells and delicious pastries, the bedtime stories, her mother's beautiful singing. They were memories that she would have the rest of her life.

Koen found himself wishing he had made more time for his mother and father. For so long he pushed them away. The Festival made him reevaluate his life, and what he wanted. He didn't want to be the immature twenty-something playboy that he was before. As he thought about it more each day, he knew what he wanted.

He wanted to rule Aevar. The realization had shocked him quite significantly at first. Koen wanted to reclaim his planet, take the throne and rebuild his home to the splendor that it once was. He wanted to help Cantu and its people, and bring Cyrus to justice.

He wasn't doing it for himself. He wasn't doing it for Isabel or William. He wasn't even doing it for his parents, even though he knew they were smiling down on him.

It was refreshing. For once in his life he wanted to do the right thing for no other reason than to help people. It wasn't selfish, it wasn't narcissistic. It was almost as if the Festival had been a cleansing. The blood, carnage, and death were a means of transformation, and now all that lay before him was unsoiled and good and pure.

A new beginning, not only for him but for everyone involved as well. He only hoped that he could live up to their expectations.

Koen shook himself out of his reverie. He had been so preoccupied that he had missed most of the conference. He looked up to find Aron and Alec talking candidly now, while William conversed with other military personnel. Koen felt eyes on him and turned to his right, more out of habit than anything else, and found himself under deep scrutiny from the brown-eyed angel before him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She hadn't meant to do it. It just happened. One minute she was making a concerted effort to ignore the Prince and concentrate solely on the conference.

And the next his thoughts echoed in her mind unhidden and unwelcome.

Liz didn't even know how the connection sprang to life in the first place. She wasn't looking at him, she wasn't touching him.

But even more disturbing was not how, but why.

Why did the Prince affect her so much, when she wanted nothing more than to wash her hands of him?

She stopped her internal sermon short, suddenly thinking that that wasn't entirely true.

Liz had to admit, he wasn't all bad. He did have some redeeming qualities, but for her liking and sanity, she preferred not to list them or acknowledge them in any way.

It was easier to bar him from her life and leave it at that. [i]But is it fair? her conscience kept asking her.

Ever since that confessional she had witnessed in the commons, she had questioned her feelings toward Koen.

She hadn't meant to spy or overhear. Mabyn's voice had called to her over the dim of the midday crowd. Her sobs had echoed in Liz's heart.

She had seen Koen hugging the little girl close, comforting her, encouraging a small smile to form on Mabyn's lips. Liz hadn't realized that a similar smile echoed on her own lips at that moment.

All of her preconceived notions of the man before her had seemed irrelevant. Yes, he was handsome and charming. Liz had heard of the Prince and his tendencies of fraternization and debauchery, and she had assumed that it had been true, and punished him for actions that he had not yet committed.

But seeing him with Mabyn, she seriously questioned the gossip. He hadn't been a ladies' man or playboy. He had been a brother and father figure. Koen had been a ray of sunshine in Mabyn's gloomy mood.

Liz wondered if she was wrong, and had gone so far as to ask for Cora's council.

She hadn't been sure if doing so made her look utterly desperate or completely stupid, but Cora had seemed to take her inquiries in stride and offered her typical offbeat responses that made Liz both laugh and think.

[i]"Look Liz, the main thing you have to ask yourself is, do you really want to not be with him?"

Her eyebrows scrunched in thought, and responded self-consciously, "I'm not sure. I'm definitely … attracted to him, but … there are just so many other things to consider. I mean, this is hardly the time to get involved with someone."

"True," Cora responded.

She played with the sand in her hands, as her legs hung over the edge of a giant rock cliff. The view was incredible, brilliant stars, shimmering sand, dark blue sky, the moon casting more than enough light. Liz sat to her left with her legs crossed, leaning her elbows on her knees.

"But all he's asked so far is friendship. Right? He hasn't implied anything more, has he?"

"No." Liz sighed heavily, and turned her eyes up to the star-laden sky. "He's been the perfect gentleman."

Cora looked at her in total confusion, "And you're complaining because…?"

Liz was silent for a moment, seriously considering Cora's question. Why was she complaining? Was it so wrong to want something that seemed so right? That could make her really, truly happy? After seeing Koen and Mabyn together, she seriously doubted her assumption that he was using his position as an influence. If that had been the case, he wouldn't have willingly comforted Mabyn. He would have handed her off to Isabel or Nic or someone else. It just didn't seem to fit anymore.

"I'm scared Cora. I … I've never been in a relationship before. Even if I said yes … I wouldn't know what to do or what to say. I hate that feeling," she said in a tiny voice. "The doubt and anxiety and…"

"Fear?"

Liz hung her head, and nodded slightly. She rubbed her forehead as a headache suddenly overcame her. Why was this so hard? Why was everything so hard?

"Its okay to be scared, Liz. Hell, I bet Koen is pissing himself, he's so scared."

When Liz gave her an incredulous look, she continued. "Come on Liz. You're not exactly the easiest person to approach. You're just a little intimidating," she said, illustrating her point by bringing her thumb and forefinger close together. "With the sword, and the ‘I'll Kick Your Ass' looks you give everyone, I'm surprised he even had the balls to approach you once."

Liz gave a small laugh. It was true, she had to admit. Now, what the hell was she going to do about it?

"What would you do, Cora?"

"What would I do? I'd play hard to get, but if you played any harder, Koen wouldn't know which end was up. I guess, if I were you … I'd just take baby steps. You know? A little bit at a time."

"Like what?" Liz asked.

"Well, for starters, you could be nice to him."

"Aw, where's the fun in that?"

The conversation had dissolved into laughter after that, and later Liz had mulled over Cora's Words of Wisdom.

Maybe Cora was right. Maybe she should give Koen a chance. Even having him as a friend would be better than nothing at all.

And now as she allowed her eyes to really drink Koen in for the first time, she found herself wanting more. For the second time in her life, she wanted something for herself. The first had been a friendship with Cora all those years ago in the small shop that Aimee owned, and it had had devastating results. She couldn't help but be a little hesitant.

But his eyes were so kind, his thoughts were pleasant, his aura was alluring, his mouth and lips so sensual and inviting, so unlike that of the hunter.

And then his eyes met hers, and she nearly fainted.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"I think that's all for today," Aron announced as that council came to an end, quickly ending Elizabeth and Koen's staring contest.

"We'll meet same time tomorrow. Alec," he said turning to the young man at his left. "I think I speak for everyone when I say, keep up the good work."

Everyone nodded in agreement, offering their wishes of luck and began to exit.

Surprisingly the stuffy room seemed pleasant; no one had a hidden agenda. Everyone had a smile on his face, a ray of hope in their eyes. They were content in the knowledge that someone was going to help them, and soon.

Koen eventually returned his breathing to normal. [i]Her eyes, he thought. For once, her eyes hadn't been hostile. He stumbling as he gathered his things, suddenly unsure of himself.

What had he done, or had he done anything, to turn her around? He wasn't sure, but was quite sure he would find out and continue doing it. Whatever it was, it had had a tremendous impact.

Instead of accusing and condescending, her eyes had been inquisitive and inviting and oh so tempting. It was as if she had been calling to him. He looked up at her as he stood from his chair, and heard the same call all over again. It never seemed to stop. When it came to Elizabeth, he was a goner. One taste of her soul and he was literally starving for more.

He neared the door to leave, with Will ahead of him. Koen noticed she lagged behind the crowd, meeting his gaze and then averting her eyes quickly. He watched as she looked to Aron and then back to her feet, and he realized her concern. She wasn't sure of how Aron would respond.

He would keep it friendly, amicable, Koen decided. He had a feeling something was different, and if anything happened, he would make sure that an overprotective guardian didn't ruin it. Hopefully it wouldn't scare Liz away. He mentally crossed his fingers.

Koen reached the exit first, and with a deep, discrete breath, opened and held the door for Liz. She seemed uncertain at first, seemingly considering the friendly gesture.

And then she looked at him with her deep brown, penetrating eyes. Just a few seconds passed, and a shy but beautiful grin spread across her face, along with a look of decision.

She looked to him as a friend, not a foe, as she said softly, "Thank you … Koen."

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