Warning: this chapter may be disturbing for some.

Quick point, I couldn't quite remember how hold Jasmine was when she was taken, so I've made her 13. Niamh at this point is physically about 18, but has been around for 300 years.

I'm thinking of making this a bit of a drabble series. What do you guys think?


It was over tea two days later that Jasmine revealed to me why she was running.

She told me that in human years, she was just 13 years old.

"Is that not when your people marry?" I asked. Although I had never crossed the boundaries myself I had heard stories from others. They always said that humans married young and bred quickly. Was this not what she wanted with Aeson.

"Not since way way back when, when indoor plumbing wasn't even an idea." Jasmine returned quickly. "Now, being 13 is still the same as being a child." She looked down, shame masking her pretty features. "I thought I was ready. Aeson was so understanding and treated me like an adult. And his kisses Niamh! I'd never been kissed before and was so lovely! I thought I could do it, come here and live a happy life."

She shifted uncomfortably and I refilled her tea cup silently, letting her decide whether to continue.

"He went beyond kisses." She whispered eventually. "In front of the whole court and he just kept on doing it."

I reached across and held her hand, giving her comfort without words. She squeezed my fingers tight as dark memories plagued her, but I said nothing.

"He had to sleep eventually though. I managed to sneak away, but a guard saw me. They began to chase me and I don't know how I got away but I did." She met my calm eyes in a panic. "Oh Niamh I'm so sorry. I've put you in danger, they'll find me and what if they hurt you for helping me?"

I smiled back at her.

"Then it is my choice." I took her other hand and made her stand from the table, pulling her towards me so I could hold her.

"It will be alright." I promised. "One day a great warrior will save us."

"Us?" she murmured against my shoulder.

"Us. I won't leave you."

I pressed a kiss against her hair, praying for my new friend's protection. I felt the fabric of my dress dampen from Jasmine's tears.

I comforted her the best I could, hushing her and stroking her hair. I sat on the floor with her in my lap, her small form easily fitting against mine as her breathing evened and slowed signalling her descent into sleep.

And that was how the guards found us.