Chains of Shadow and Gold

Chapter 2: Chapter 2: The Angel's Defiance



Kieran's new chambers were a monument to Seraphina's taste for excess. In the three hours since they'd returned from the reception, she had already begun directing servants to remove his sparse, practical furniture and replace it with her collection of gilded monstrosities. A chair that appeared to be carved from a single enormous ruby sat where his reading desk used to be. Tapestries depicting various torments now covered the walls where his maps and strategic charts had hung.

"Much better," Seraphina declared, clapping her hands as two demons struggled to position a mirror framed with what looked suspiciously like human bones. "Your aesthetic was so... provincial."

Kieran watched a servant carefully wrap his collection of military histories, probably to be stored in some forgotten basement. "I see you've thought of everything."

"Oh, darling, you haven't seen anything yet." Her smile was all teeth and malice. "Guards! Bring in my special wedding gift."

The double doors opened, and Kieran's breath caught. Four guards flanked the angel as they escorted him into the chamber, his silver chains replaced with new ones of black iron that seemed to absorb the light around them. Up close, Kieran could see details that had been hidden in the cathedral's shadows—the sharp angles of his face, the way his golden hair fell across his forehead, the careful way he moved as if every step was calculated.

But it was his eyes that held Kieran transfixed. Even with his head bowed in apparent submission, there was nothing docile about the intelligence burning behind those blue depths.

"Isn't he lovely?" Seraphina purred, circling the angel like a predator. "Gabriel, dear, say hello to your new master."

The angel—Gabriel—lifted his head slowly, and Kieran felt something electric pass between them when their eyes met. For a heartbeat, the carefully neutral expression slipped, and Kieran saw surprise flicker across Gabriel's features before the mask slammed back into place.

"My lord," Gabriel said, his voice carefully modulated but carrying an accent that spoke of celestial courts and holy hymns. Even those two words somehow managed to sound more like a challenge than a greeting.

"How refreshingly polite," Seraphina laughed. "It only took six months of training to get him to manage that much. Though he still has such a stubborn streak." She reached out to trace a finger along Gabriel's jaw, and Kieran saw the angel's hands clench almost imperceptibly at his sides. "Don't you, pet?"

Gabriel said nothing, but his eyes found Kieran's again, and this time there was something almost like a plea in them—not for rescue, but for understanding.

"I thought he could attend to your needs," Seraphina continued, oblivious to the silent communication happening between her husband and her prisoner. "Personal service, entertainment, whatever strikes your fancy. Consider him my wedding gift to you."

The casual way she spoke about Gabriel made something dark and possessive unfurl in Kieran's chest. "How generous of you."

"I do try to be thoughtful." Seraphina moved to a decanter of wine that had appeared on what used to be Kieran's strategy table. "Of course, he's still mine to punish if he displeases you. I've become quite creative in that regard."

As if summoned by her words, Gabriel's composure cracked just slightly. His breathing quickened almost imperceptibly, and Kieran caught the way his bound hands trembled before he could still them.

"I'm sure you have," Kieran said carefully. "Perhaps I should interview my new... attendant privately. To discuss expectations."

Seraphina waved a dismissive hand. "How wonderfully practical of you. I have some correspondence to attend to anyway—apparently three of the minor houses are already trying to curry favor through expensive gifts. So predictable." She paused at the door, turning back with a smile that made Kieran's skin crawl. "Do try not to break him too quickly, darling. Quality entertainment is so hard to find."

The door closed behind her with a soft click, leaving Kieran alone with Gabriel for the first time. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken questions and dangerous possibilities.

Gabriel remained perfectly still, eyes fixed on a point somewhere past Kieran's left shoulder. But Kieran could see the tension in every line of his body, the way he held himself ready for violence or flight despite the chains that made both impossible.

"Your Highness," Kieran said quietly.

Gabriel's head snapped up, shock and something that might have been fear flickering across his features. "I don't know what you mean."

"The way you carry yourself. The accent you try to hide. The fact that Seraphina mentioned ransom demands." Kieran moved closer, noting how Gabriel didn't step back despite every instinct probably screaming at him to flee. "You're not just any angel, are you?"

For a long moment, Gabriel said nothing. Then, with a bitter laugh that sounded like breaking music, he met Kieran's eyes directly. "Does it matter? I'm her pet now. Her toy. Whatever I was before..." He lifted his chained hands. "This is what I am."

"That's not an answer."

"It's the only answer that keeps me alive."

Kieran studied him, taking in the proud set of his shoulders, the way he held his head high despite everything. "Gabriel isn't your real name."

It wasn't a question, and Gabriel didn't treat it like one. "Names have power. She took mine along with everything else."

"But not your defiance."

Gabriel's laugh was sharper this time. "Defiance is all I have left. Though I suspect even that will be beaten out of me eventually."

Something in his tone made Kieran's hands clenched into fists. "Has she—"

"What do you think?" Gabriel's eyes blazed suddenly, all pretense of submission falling away. "I'm a trophy, Prince Kieran. A prize to be displayed and enjoyed. Your wife has very particular ideas about entertainment."

The casual way he said it, as if discussing the weather, made Kieran's blood run cold. "She won't touch you again."

Gabriel stared at him for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in his expression. "Why?"

It was a simple question that Kieran couldn't answer. Why did the thought of Seraphina hurting this angel make him feel murderous? Why had he been unable to stop thinking about blue eyes and silver chains since the moment he'd seen them? Why was he making promises he had no right to make to someone he'd known for less than a day?

"Because," Kieran said finally, "You don't belong to her. Not really."

"The chains would suggest otherwise."

"Chains can be broken."

Gabriel went very still. "You're talking about treason."

"I'm talking about what's right."

"You're a demon prince. Since when do your kind care about what's right?"

It was a fair question, and one Kieran had been asking himself since he'd first laid eyes on this impossible angel. "Since about three hours ago."

For the first time since entering the room, Gabriel's carefully maintained composure cracked completely. Something vulnerable and hopeful flickered across his features before he could hide it. "You don't know what you're saying. What you're risking."

"Then tell me."

Gabriel was quiet for so long that Kieran thought he wouldn't answer. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. "My name is Auriel. I am—was—the Crown Prince of the Celestial Realm. Seraphina captured me during a diplomatic mission that was supposed to establish a ceasefire." His hands trembled against his chains. "If she finds out you know..."

"She won't." Kieran stepped closer, close enough to see the flecks of silver in Auriel's blue eyes. "I give you my word."

"The word of a demon?"

"The word of a prince who's tired of watching angels burn."

They stood there in the growing twilight, two princes bound by circumstances neither had chosen, each seeing something in the other that defied everything they'd been taught about their kinds. Outside, the sounds of the continuing wedding celebration drifted through the windows—laughter and music and the careless joy of people who had no idea that the foundations of their world were shifting in a single, gilded room.

"What happens now?" Auriel asked, and for the first time since Kieran had met him, he sounded young and uncertain and afraid.

Kieran reached out slowly, giving Auriel time to pull away, and touched the iron chains at his wrists. They were warm from his skin and hummed with binding magic that made Kieran's fingertips tingle.

"Now," Kieran said quietly, "we figure out how to set you free."


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