"Oh fuck, oh FUCK"
“Dorian” Dorian turns to his First Hand and the map in front of him. Terrasen’s and Ardarlan’s armies as well as three Ironteeth and four Crochan covens were camped on the border and with news recently come in about the rescue of Aelin, they were to meet and then storm Morath in the morning. Chaol and Nesryn were helping prep him.
“Yes Chaol?” Dorian answers, suspecting what he was gonna say.
“When did you plan to tell me that you have a relationship with a witch?” Chaol hissed, so as not to be heard by said witch who Dorian had been staring at as she tended to her wyvern.
‘When were you planning on taking the judgement out of your voice?” Dorian counters, raising an eyebrow at him. Chaol storms out of the tent, knowing that he won’t win this argument.
Dorian decides that he wants to see his girlfriend and so he walks out of the tent and over to the field of flowers Abraxos had found home in and to where Manon was trying to get him to stand so she could place his armour over his underbelly. He walks up and hugs her from behind, gently kissing her neck. Manon turns in his arms and places her arms around his neck.
“How was your meeting with Chaol?” She asks softly.
“He stormed off” Dorian sighed, nuzzling her neck.
“He doesn’t like me and my witches, does he?”
Dorian shook his head.
“It’s alright, I’m a big girl. I can handle his protective instincts.” Gently pulling away, Manon turned to Abraxos and rolled her eyes.
“Come on, you brute. Let’s get you to the aerie. I’ll see you in the mess hall later tonight Princeling” and with that, Manon kissed his cheek and swung herself into the saddle, her white braid whipping the air. She smiled down at him, her molten gold eyes catching the sunlight. She patted Abraxos’ side and he trotted away to the aerie. Dorian smiled after her until she disappeared into the crowd.
And then he heard the yelling and a horn sounded, a warning. Something was coming. Chaol comes into Dorian’s sight, screaming at him to move inside. Dorian darted back to his tent, seeing as Manon flew right overhead, flanked by the Thirteen and another coven, screaming orders as a wave of darkness flies toward them. The sight of the Queen, his strong queen bought a smile to his face despite the situation.
The Ironteeth tore through the enemies ranks in a sharp formation and Dorian was actually feeling sorry for them.
The skirmish ended and the Blackbeak clans landed gently on the ground. Dorian sighed in relief, catching Manon’s eyes and smiling in relief. Manon began to climb off Abraxos when she stopped and fell off him, revealing and arrow in her back. Abraxos roared as she hit the ground. Dorian ran to her, ignoring the shouts from behind him. Falling to his knees he pulled her up.
“Oh fuck, Oh FUCK. Manon, witchling, darling. Come on, open your eyes. Please.” Dorian could feel Manon’s broken arm from when she fell and the hand that cradle around to between her shoulder blades was sticky with her blood.
“Come on Manon, open your eyes” he pleaded, grabbing her behind the knee’s and waist and lifted her, running carefully to the healers tent where Yrene ordered he place her on one of the cots and leave.
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Three hours later, Dorian was still outside the tent, pacing, with his hands shaking furiously. He was worried. He needed this women, this beautiful, strong witch to wake up, to heal, to come back to him or he might just collapse himself. He wiped away the tears still falling as Chaol approached him.
“Dorian-“
“No, Chaol, not now. I can’t deal with anything now.” He collapsed to the ground, holding his head in his hands. “I love her” he whispered, but Chaol heard anyway “I don’t want- I can’t lose her” He said louder, just as the tent opened and Yrene stepped out. Dorian sprung up and grabbed the healers shoulders.
“Is she gonna be okay? Can I see her? Please tell me she’s alive.” At this point, Dorian was pretty freaking desperate.
Yrene nods.
“She’ll be fine and yes, you can see her now” Dorian didn’t need any confirmation. He darts inside the tent to find Manon sitting in bed. He bounds to her, wrapping his arm around her waist and rubbing his nose in her neck, letting her scent wash over his senses.
“Oh fuck, witchling. I thought you were gone. Please never do that again. I love you” He sobs as she runs her fingers through his hair.
“Hey, Princeling” Manon says gently, pulling his head to look into her eyes “I wasn’t trying to get shot” He laughs as she gently rubs his tears away “and I love you too” She assures him, placing their foreheads together.
“I’m fine. Kinda want revenge on whoever shot me, but I’m okay” Dorian nods gently before pulling her into a kiss.
He didn’t leave her bedside until she was allowed to go.