Caged me in

Apparently, a Wicken was not allowed to be armed or carry any type of weapon, including the wand of a Wicken's magic, as long as they were in the arena. Also, they were only allowed to see their partner, and my partner was the only one to bring clothes, food, or any nessesities that I may need. They, as in the Elders, force the Wicken in the time of their Reckoning to temporarily exterminate all relations with all social communications, yet the only exception is to be the Wicken's partner.

As of now, Elder Madea has caged me in one of the finer Reckoning vicinities. It's cream walls are boring to stare at and hard to take my eyes from. The plush pillows are gorgeous, but I'm too afraid I might dent the sight if I dare to touch it. I sat on the bed with my legs crisscross, flipping through this device from the Planet Realm. It was wide, but flat and hung against the wall opposing the bed. This small wand I held in my hand had embedded buttons to push, controlling the bigger device on the wall.

As I pressed each button, the image on the flat device would change. It was abnormal at first until I learned the functions of the "remote," as the guard had said before ignoring me again. I sighed, not liking any choices on the device. I threw the remote towards the pillows and jump from the dent in the bed.

I grew curious, so I walk to a different door. Not many items crowded the closet, but there was a battle suit and talium boots. Grabbing a shoe, I inspect it from top to bottom. They were fresh out of the shop! The metal on the outside was made of cast iron, bewitched white. The boot seemed to have many layers at it's sole.

My hand turns the boot upside down and my fingers feel the magic sprinkled about. The texture was smooth, but light as I stroked the inside of the shoe. Soft padding for the inside contrasts against the sold steel exterior. I was content with the inside, loving the soft and cloudy feeling. This talium shoe must have went for the most valuable of potions. My heart warms at the length Trance went to prepare me with these boots.

Suddenly, the door is moves open and in comes Trance. My attention is removed from the fascinating boot delicately placed in my hands as Trance's eyes find mine right away. He looks handsome as ever, tossing his mauve hair to the side. He's dressed in jeans and a polo, the black matching his dark appearance. He doesn't immediately walk to me, but he watches me with the boot. Trance smiles gently before moving towards the closet. He picks up the other boot, barely glancing at the item before turning to me with bright eyes.

Trance continues to smile, holding the left boot out to me. Curious, I hesitate to take it. "Do you like them?"

My eyes trace over the iron exterior of the glorious footwear. They were beautiful and brilliant in design, matching with my wand. I couldn't ask for any more comfort.

A smile alights my mouth. "Yes, they're perfect."

When I turn back to him, he only laughs lowly. He wraps an arm around my shoulders, turning me to look at the shoes. "You haven't seen anything yet," Trance smirks. Without any time to react, he snatches the white leather bag that conceals an item within it.

He removes the cloth and dramatically reveales the snow white suit. The fabric Trance holds the clothing in a silk wrapping. The beautiful white outfit is tapered to my body from behind, waiting for the clothes to mold against my skin. The shorts and shirt I wore from before softly drop to the floor as the smooth texture glides onto my skin. As refreshing as dew grass, the suit absorbs to my body and is smooth as a rose petal. The outfit is a second skin as I begin to flex and stretch in the garment, testing my limitations in the suit.

Twisting my body, Trance watching me preform in the outfit. His eyes inspect each section of the suit, causing me to blush from embarrassment. He whispers simple clothing spells as he touches my limbs, either loosening or tightening the fabric. Trance's hands traced the outline of my body, and with his hands on me, I shiver at overwhelming thoughts.

Thoughts of him and I together, in bed with passionate touches. Where he traces my bare skin and kisses me sweetly. Thoughts of passionate love and magic fusing together before a sudden burst of energy ignites. The years of how much he's grown to care for me flashes as his hands touch my waist, fixing the fabric. My emotions begin to dulge into reality when I realize how blind I was.

But as I think these thoughts, Trance is solely focusing on my outfit and not my body.

Not like I am.

And this must of been how he felt throughout all these years. He must have been miserable, wishing for us to pair and love each other when I could careless who I ended up with. Trance was in love with me and I couldn't see it. His arm would flex anytime he would hold or hug me. Trance was there when my parents were killed in the Stygian War, and he has been there for me every step of the way since he announced me as his partner.

He wanted me when I wished for anyone, but I had someone; Only, I never saw it until it was too late.

Instead of drowning in these temporary feelings rushing to the surface, I force the tears back. Now wasn't the time to sob about what I passed up. Now was the time to fight for my right to the two powerful and tempting wolves that chose me, and defend my accountability with the Wickens.

I took a deep breath, inhaling positive vibes and exhales the erotic thoughts, before I saw Trance's soft mauve eyes again. He tends to the front around the waist before fitting the suit to my curves. Once his hand had cupped my breast, I had placed mine to cup his cheek. His eyes immediately flicker from the garment and melt into mine. We're frozen for a moment, staring into each other's eyes.

It was nothing romantic; I said almost everything I wanted to say, and he did the same.

I spoke quietly at first, "Trance," I paused.

"Trance, I'm truly appreciative of your kindness. Especially after what's happened." My eyes switch from left to right, hoping I wasn't coming across too harsh. My thumb stroked his cheek as the dark orbs waver for a moment.

My left hand grabs his waist, pulling him in for a small hug. "I bless you with good faith and love in your heart for the female who will be the one to calm your mind." His eyes widen before they soften, and his touch turns tender. Tears swell in my eyes as I smile, sniffing the waterworks away.

"You have always been," I hiccupped. My eyes flicker to his chest for a moment. I turn my full attention to Trance once more; I blush, but continue with my sentence, knowing he has to hear this from me.

"And always—always will be—" Trance's facial features begin to fall as worry begins to set in. My smile relaxes his racing heart.

"—My partner. Nothing, and no one, can take that away from us." My eyes wander back and forth to his slowly, reassuring him that I have and always will stand by his side as his partner, even after my Reckoning.

He didn't need to say anything, he only wrapped his arms around me as I did the same with him. We stood there, and hugged one another for a while, savoring the last moments of our partnership before I was to be put in the arena. Trance embraced me tightly, almost as if he wished to never let go. I almost wished the same until I heard a familiar voice.

"Oi! She ers, ya witch," a gruff voice declares possessively.