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Chapter 17
BPOV
“So in order to pursue her as his bride, Jacob must give her up for nearly a year? I cannot see him doing that. Better he keep her near him and have her always,” I said as I snuggled into bed with my husband.
“I do not know if that is best. I must admit, I am almost as torn on the subject as Jacob seemed,” Edward mused. “I mean, if he does not free her he cannot have her in the place of honor he wishes her. She could not bear him children, or at least not legitimate children. He would never know the joy we are now sharing,” he said caressing my belly and then kissing the bump housing our growing offspring.
“I want that joy for him, Edward, but I cannot say I am willing to give Ness up for it. And, neither should Jacob. Don't you remember how unhappy he was when he sent her from him? He could still see her then, can you imagine the devastation he would feel were he deprived of her for nine moons?”
“I can tell you that were I deprived of you for such a time, my heart would break. But then again, I have you to wife, and you are carrying my child.” Edward sighed and sat up looking into my eyes. “Bella, no matter his choice we must support him. I am afraid that this decision will be a difficult one. There is so much for him to consider.”
I too was considering. I hated the thought of Jacob having to endure such a separation. I also considered Ness. She adored Jacob; I had watched her wither when he had returned her to my feet. She never complained; she simply faded. Her sunny disposition was marred by a deep abiding sadness.
Aro could not understand how this edict could affect the people concerned. There were no two people who deserved a happy life together more than these, and Aro's plan would deprive not only them, but those around them.
“How can Aro's plan be good for Nessie? Do you understand?”
“Honestly, I cannot fathom what his thought process is. He has, in the past, always seemed so reasonable in his decisions. He must have some reason we cannot see,” Edward mused. “We must try to support them no matter the choice Jacob makes. If he decides to keep her on his chain, we must let him govern her place within our home.
“That holds dangers in itself. He cannot change the way she is treated too much or the other servants will see, and they may treat her unkindly. Or worse, visitors could mark his preferential treatment and make a formal complaint.” That thought terrified me. I wanted them to be happy, but I also wanted them safe.
“There is no hurry to Jacob's decision. We must be patient. He will tell us when he has made it.”

JPOV
It took every bit of strength I possessed to pull myself from Renesmee's arms. We had lain kissing and canoodling until the sun was firm in the sky. I knew, however, that I had to speak with Carlisle, and then with my king. I knew that Nessie deserved a far better life than I could grant her at my feet.
I found Carlisle along with the others in the dining hall. They were speaking softly about Bella's health and how her pregnancy progressed. “I have some moments of nausea when I awaken, but it is tolerable. The tea Nessie made with chamomile flowers helped immensely,” I heard Bella say.
Leave it to my angel to know how to ease Bella's discomfort. I smiled, and then trained my face in passivity. I needed to speak with Carlisle. I knew his counsel was without comparison, and he would know how to make a formal petition to the king.
“How are you this morning Jacob?” Bella asked.
“I am well, thank you. I am in need of sustenance and counsel, but I believe that I shall come out of this no worse for wear.”
“And Renesmee? How will she come out?” Esme asked kindly.
“If I have any say in the matter she shall come out completely unscathed, and in far better a position than she now holds,” I assured her.
Bella tensed. “You sound as if you have made a decision.”
“All but. I have some assurances I want in place in the petition to ensure that she wants for nothing, but otherwise I believe I have.”
“And?”
“May we take this discussion to Carlisle's study?”
“But of course,” Esme agreed leading the way.
Once behind the closed door, I sat Bella in a chair and addressed the assembled company. “Ness must be freed. There is no other option.”
Bella gasped. Edward placed his hand over hers and begged her to hear me out.
“Aro asked me to consider whether my desire to free her was for her, or for me.”
“But he does not know what a good man you are. We can tell him. We could vouch for your character...” Bella said in a rush.
“My character is of no importance in this, Bella. All that should matter is Nessie. I love her. I more than love her. She is my whole existence, and to deny her that which she deserves because I am too selfish to let her go would be a crime. She deserves a life. She deserves opportunities and possibilities. She deserves what you have, Bella. She deserves to have a child. Not just bear it, but have it to hold close and love for the duration of her life. If I keep her, I deny her that. I won't do that to her. I cannot.”
Bella was crying, and Edward rubbed circles on her back.
“Why are you so against this, Bella? I thought of all people you would understand how I felt,” I said dejectedly sinking to my knees before her.
“I am not against it. I think you are the best man, other than Edward, of course. I am just fearful of what this will mean to you both. Most especially our girl.”
“It will mean that she is free. That no one again may take her as less than themselves. Focus on that.”
“It will mean the loss of all she knows and loves without benefit of an explanation,” Bella pointed out.
“Wait... what?” I had not thought of that.
“Aro's edict says she may not return to Cullen Estates. No contact. We will all lose her, and she us.”
“No, he ordained that I may not contact her. He never said you were not free to contact her or vise versa. Carlisle can you write that as a condition of the petition?”
“I can. He may reject it, but it is worth a try. Perhaps if we specify that you may not tell her of Jacob's reasons for freeing her, nor of his desire to wed her, I believe that would satisfy him.”
“What explanation will she be given for Jacob's absence from her life?” Bella asked.
“I do not know, all I know is he was adamant that Jacob's wishes were not to be spoken of for a full nine moons,” Carlisle explained. “He seemed to think that if she knew she would feel pressure to accept him. His aim appears to be her well being, his intentions are good, that is certain.”
“I also wish to set up an account for her maintenance. I do not wish her to want for a thing. I will provide funds, and she need never know,” I declared.
“We can assist,” Edward offered.
“No, thank you, I wish to provide for her. It is perhaps the only connection I can have to her and I need to know I am with her in the only way I can be,” I explained.
“I understand,” he nodded.
“I believe we may be able to do better, children. Let us see if we cannot do a bit better.

EPOV

After several hours buried in the study, we had composed a rather detailed petition to Aro. It outlined a compromise wherein Bella could contact Ness through letter and thereby keep Jacob informed of her progress, health, and situation. We promised to divulge nothing not authorized by Aro himself.
It also allowed visits, should Nessie desire them, and the account from Jacob for her financial needs. Both I and Bella would vouch for her, and Carlisle and Esme were going to offer to be her sponsor family. We thought we had it sewn up rather neatly...until we were ushered into Aro's private drawing room and met with Alistair. I heard Jacob's sudden intake of breath and sensed his unease. I knew he thought that Alistair was a threat to his girl; he was unaware of Alistair's affliction. The man had been injured while riding. My father had performed a surgery that kept him whole, but left him...with impaired function. I did not wish to expose him by telling Jake, but I did lean in and tell him, “Relax, Alistair is no threat to any man here.”
“Welcome back, children,” Aro said genially. “I believe you have all been introduced to my old friend, Alistair...”
“Not quite all,” Alistair's smooth voice intoned, “I would certainly remember so fair a face as this,” he said taking Bella's hand and bringing it to his lips.
“This is my wife, Bella,” I said by way of introduction. “Be careful of this old reprobate, my love. He is a wicked rake and pursues every woman he meets. Too bad he never actually catches them, eh, Alistair?”
“It is an unfortunate side effect of being so slow, my dear. Perhaps you would consent to running at only half pace so as to give me a fighting chance.”
Bella laughed, and Jacob cocked a brow at me. I believe he had gotten false impression of the older gentleman at the inn. I winked at him to indicate that I was not at all ill at ease, although I was not sure why he was present.
“Are we interrupting something, Your Majesty?” Carlisle asked.
“Not at all. When you contacted Alistair, he contacted me. I suggested that we might all be able to hammer this thing out to my satisfaction,” Aro stated waving us to seats.
“We have a formal petition for you, Sire.”
“I thought you might. Though I must confess it has come more quickly than I anticipated,” he said looking at Jacob.
“I was certain that my conditions would cause you more need for contemplation, my young friend. I am pleased that they did not. That speaks well for you.”
“Herein find a petition for the freeing of the slave Renesmee of Cullen Estates. We under...” Carlisle began, but Aro raised a hand to stop him.
“The petition is this young man's, is it not? Let him make it.”
“I am not as eloquent as Carlisle, Your Majesty, but I can speak honestly of my girl. She is bright and sweet. She watches and sees so very much, yet as insightful as she is she is not wont to judge. Her heart is pure, and she holds affection for many. She treats people better than most deserve, high born or low. She learns at an alarming rate, and is voracious when it comes to knowledge. These are the things that recommend her for citizenship on her own merit.” I enumerated. “I have other reasons to hope for her elevation, as I believe you know. I love her, Sire. She is the sum of my entire existence, but I will willingly abide by your strictures to see her freed. All I ask is that you allow me to provide for her upkeep and maintenance. I do not wish her to be in want of anything. She does not need to know from whence the funds derive, I simply want to ensure she is solvent and in no need of assistance from others in that regard.”
“That is most generous of you. It is unnecessary, however, I can see to it that the girl is provided for, should I grant your petition,” the king offered.
“If you will allow me this I would be most grateful, Sire. It is the smallest thing I can offer, but it makes me feel as if I have some connection to her still, no matter how insignificant,” Jacob explained.
Aro nodded and waved his hand for Jacob to continue.
“The other two things are not for me, in fact, I ask them for not only the parties involved, but for Ness' sake as well. I cannot say I understand your dictate that I have no contact with her for…” he swallowed hard “…such an extended period, but I beg you not to deprive her of all those she holds dear. She cares for Bella and Edward, and I fear the loss of all that which is familiar might frighten her. Please allow Bella to at least write. I do not want her to think she has done anything wrong. I want her to know that those who have cared for her are not abandoning her. Well, except me, I suppose.” I knew he was voicing one of his greatest fears. He knew his girl and she would find a way to contrive the separation from Jacob as her fault. Jacob feared her resentment for walking away sans explanation. I too worried that she might misconstrue his motivation as indifference.
Aro narrowed his eyes contemplating. He then turned to Alistair and raised a brow. “What say you, Alistair?”
“On the condition that you do not discuss Mr. Black in your letters, nor his motivation for this course of action, I can see no harm. I would, however, insist that all correspondence be screened.”
“You wish to screen letters from my wife?” I bellowed. “Alistair, what is your connection to this petition, and why are you being consulted so closely?”
“I have a connection to the last case that Aro heard on this type of matter. The young woman involved was freed on the say-so of her master. He was not unclear in his intent, he made it known he wished to marry her. What was not made clear was that the girl in question had no concept of freedom. She remained in his house, in his control, and when he saw fit to wed her she had no idea that she possessed the right to refuse him. He treated her exactly as he always had, and that was not well. He did not hold any real affection for her; he was looking for a brood mare. He may have gotten away with it too, had I not happened upon the waif. I was touring the out lands and my horse slipped a shoe. I was traveling with Jasper Whitlock, one of Aro's captains. He was struck by the child's beauty and gentility the moment he saw her. He wished to get to know her, but she confessed that she was to be shortly wed. When Jasper met the man, he was convinced that it was not something she desired. He asked her, and she said she had no choice. He came to me with her plight, and we spirited her away.
When we presented her to Aro, he was astounded that a citizen of his realm had so little sense of her own worth or rights. We determined that she must be re-educated and taught how to be free. Then and only then could she enter society as a free woman, otherwise no matter her station she would be a slave to her own mindset.”
I was stunned silent. I had no idea that such unscrupulous people existed. Moreover, that there would be so much to adjust to for a freed slave. I was apparently rater insensitive to the situation.
“I understand. I...of course, you obviously know far more of this than we.”
“The girl became my ward until such time as she wed,” Alistair explained.
“Did she marry the Captain?” Bella asked.
Alistair smiled and nodded. “She did indeed, and a happier union I have never known.”
“That is why I am determined that any freed slave be given the chance to truly be free. I made an error once, I shall not repeat it,” Aro announced.
“I understand,” Jacob nodded. “I want her free. She deserves it, my aims are secondary to what she desires and deserves. I am firm on that. That is why I request that Carlisle and Esme be her sponsor family. She already has some familiarity with them, and they are some of the best people I know.”
“No,” Aro said shortly. “On that point I am firm, I am afraid.”
“Why?” Bella asked.
“If I decide to free her, she shall be placed in the house of Jasper and Alice Whitlock. No one else has the ability to ensure that the young woman learns all that she will need to cope with the world she is about to enter. Alice has fallen into many of the pitfalls the child will face. I believe they give her the best option for success.”
“I concur,” said Alistair.
“But she does not know them,” Bella objected. “You are unfamiliar with her, Sire. Nessie will find fault in herself where none exists. She has been separated from Jacob before, and it distressed her greatly. If she has no one about her with whom she is familiar to counter balance her assumptions of fault, she will berate herself and make herself miserable.”
Again the king considered. “Alistair, send word to Captain Whitlock to return to the palace. Tell him to bring his wife. Perhaps we can find a way to accommodate all interests.”
Jacob breathed a sigh of relief, as did Bella.
“So you will free her, Sire?”
“I will need to speak with her first. I shall arrange a small gathering, inviting all of you to dine. She is a pleasure slave, yes?”
“Yes, your Majesty.”
“She performs?”
“She sings and dances, Sire.”
“Perfect, we will have her sing and that will open her to conversation.”
“Your Majesty,” Jacob articulated, “if you grant our petition will I be permitted a farewell?”
“We shall see, young Jacob. We shall see.”

JPOV
After leaving the king's presence, we returned to Carlisle's rooms. Each of us was somewhat deep in thought. I could not say what they were focused on, all I knew is that my heart had begun to ache as it seemed the moment of separation grew ever nearer.
I was resolved. I knew this was what I needed to do for Ness. I also knew that I had never undertaken a more difficult task. Leaving her behind just might kill me. Not being able to confess my love, worrying that she would think this a punishment, plagued me.
Bella hugged me upon our return and whispered “You have done your best, now it is in the hands of others.”
“I know. The clock ticks on and the moment comes ever nearer. Bella, how will I survive?”
“By remembering that should you not take care of yourself as she herself would, you will be betraying her. She would never wish you unhappy or unwell, therefore, you must do as good a job of looking after yourself as she would.”
I nodded, though I did not feel her resolve in the matter. I returned to my chamber and found Ness playing a tune on a lyre. She looked up when I entered and put the instrument aside. Then she walked over to me and beamed.
“Was your business with the king a success?” I had lied and told her that the king was in negotiations for a new herd.
“There are still aspects of the contract to be ironed out I am afraid. Perhaps I will call upon you to work your wiles and charm him with a song. Would you do that for me?”
“Perform for the king?” she gasped.
“I believe he would give away his kingdom for the beauty of your song,” I teased.
“I will, of course do anything you ask of me, but I think I will expire from fright.”
“Why?”
“He is the king.”
“A king is a man like any other, my love; he simply wears a shiny hat.” I realized that the endearment had fled my mouth before I could stop it, but the truth was it felt right, and I could not regret its use.
Nessie swallowed hard, as if she were swallowing her fear. “I shall attempt to please his majesty as best I can. I wish to make you proud.”
“You always do. Now, what tune were you playing when I came in? Was it another of your compositions?”
She blushed and turned her face away from me. “Yes.”
“May I hear it?”
“No,” she answered quickly.
“I beg your pardon?”
Her eyes flashed back to mine. “It is not complete. I wish it to be a gift for you. Please, may I wait to share it with you?”
Her face was hopeful and pretty. It was a completely innocent look, almost like that of a child. She wished to give me a gift and wanted it to be right before it was given. I smiled at her, honored that she would even consider giving a gift to me. She gave me everything, always, but a gift was not expected nor required of her. It touched me more than I could imagine. It showed that there was affection beyond duty there, and it fostered hope.
“As you wish.”
“Thank you, Jacob. I hope it will not disappoint.”
“Nothing from you ever has.”
“Oh, Jacob,” she said flinging herself into my arms. I held her close and breathed in that sweet aroma that is solely hers. “You make me so happy.”
“You do the same for me,” I said as I began twirling her about to hear her pealing laughter. After several rounds we fell to the bed in each other's arms, laughing and touching. It felt so terribly domestic.
“I wish...” she sighed.
“What do you wish, my Angel?”
“I wish we could be like this always,” her voice was tinged with sadness, and I thought for a moment she knew what was to come.
“It is my fondest wish as well,” I confessed honestly, “but we must simply treasure the moments we are granted and make memories that will warm us during the times it is not possible.”
NPOV
I heard the edge of melancholy in his voice, and it frightened me. Why would he seem forlorn if not because he knew that our time was drawing to a close. I longed to know the time line of my demise, but I hadn't the courage to inquire. The truth of the matter was that I did not truly wish to know. Were I privy to the impending end, I would be tempted to count each and every moment until it arrived.
I found myself wanting to utilize the smallest increment of time and not waste it. I looked into Jacob's face and reached out my hand to touch the chiseled features, his strong jaw, his pillow lips, his aquiline nose. I ran my finger across each wonderful section of his face attempting to commit it to memory. I traced his slashing black brow above his jet black eyes. Then I succumbed to the desire that was burning in my chest. I leaned forward, of my own accord and kissed him, full on the mouth.
His breath caught, but he did not move, either to stop me, nor to direct the kiss. He sat rather passively, allowing me to set the pace and depth of our connection. At first I gently slip my lips across his own. His were soft and slightly puckered, as if he wished to encourage me without frightening me away.
I slipped my tongue out to taste the seam of his lips and he parted them slightly on a sigh. I had kissed him innumerable times in the past year, but this was the first time that it was solely within my control. It was a heady feeling, and overwhelmed my senses with desire.
After a few moments of soft and gentle exploration, I began to feel bolder and pulled him closer to me. I opened my lips to him and teased his tongue with soft strokes to follow into my mouth. I breathed in his woodsy scent and found myself drawn even closer to him. I wanted him to surround me, possess me. I want him in and around me. I slid his shirt from his body, only parting from his lips long enough to slide it over his head. I crawled on top of him and straddled his hips as I kissed and caressed him. Our breaths were coming in gasping pants, and I still wanted more.
I slid myself down his frame and removed his trousers as I went. I had him before me laid bare and waiting. I smiled devilishly into his eyes and licked my lips. “I am at your mercy. What would you do with me?” he said placing his clasped hands behind his head.
“So many possibilities spring to mind,” I said as my hands stroked the skin of his chest and stomach. As they snaked closer to his manhood, I felt the muscles contract in anticipation. His shaft bobbed against his stomach as if it were pleading for direct attention. My eyes were glued to its beauty and majesty. It was tall and proud, and I found it fascinating and enticing in ways I knew were wanton. Finally, I took his shaft into my hands. They were pale where he was dark. I stroked him and heard the amazing utterance of passion from his lips. It was not a word; it was more of a strangled moan, as if he was trying to hold it in.
“Don't,” I uttered without thinking.
“Don't what?”
“Don't hold in your sounds. I wish to hear you. I want them to guide me and show me what pleases you,” I whispered as I took him into my warm, wet mouth.
My tongue traced the ridge at the bottom of his head and then dipped into the slit at the top. I was graced with a drop of his salty elixir as well as a low guttural grunt that spoke to my core. I pressed my lips lower and lower until he was seated in the very back of my throat. Again, he made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan and he pushed into my mouth as if he could not get deep enough.
I urged myself even deeper, and when my lips graced his dark curls I opened my throat around him and moaned in response to his sounds.
“Holy Hell!” he grunted. “What you do to me.”
Emboldened by his words, I began to hum against the head of his shaft. He lifted his hips off the bed in response. “Oh my God!” he groaned.
I found myself smiling and trying out his response to different pitches against his shaft. Each change in pitch brought forth a new and more intense response. I loved the power I felt, and I continued experimenting.
JPOV
Her initiation always made things between us even more powerful than they usually were. When she began humming against me deep within her throat, I almost exploded in pleasure. It vibrated her throat around me in ways that made me tingle and burn. It was so enjoyable that I was determined to make it last as long as possible.
After several minutes of this sweet torture, she began to slide her mouth up and down my turgid shaft. She would plunge down to the base and then slowly slither back to the tip, all the while stroking me with her tongue in feather light kisses. She brought me almost to the brink and then she would ease off, allowing me to calm my breathing and the urgent need to explode down her throat. It was exquisite torture.
Again and again she brought me to a fine point, teetering on the brink of oblivion, and reeled me back. I was frantic for release after a while and was desperately trying to think of a way to express my need without scolding.
“Ness...” I hissed between clenched teeth.
“Hmm?” she hummed in question against my aching sack.
“You are...” I swallowed hard “…driving me to distraction.”
She lifted her dark eyes to my own and smugly smiled as she snaked her tongue out to lave the slit at the head. “Is there something you require, Jacob?” she asked seductively.
I detected a challenge in her tone. Was she turning the tables? I was forever asking her to vocalize her desires. Did she want the same from me?
“I am burning for release,” I told her.
“We cannot have you left wanting, now can we?” she said and then in the blink of an eye plunged me to the hilt and slid a fingertip down my sack and to the skin behind.
Instantly, my seed flooded out of me in hot torrents. She took it all, greedily swallowing my essence and milking yet more. I had never before poured so much release from my body. Every nerve was vibrating; I was like a taut string newly plucked.
Finally, I collapsed into the furs, more spent than I think I have ever been, even after battle. Ness licked her lips and smiled at me as she crawled up my frame. I was still trying to catch my breath, my chest heaving as if I had run a mile.
“Thank you,” she said settling herself against my side.
“Thank me? What are you thanking me for?”
“For allowing me the freedom to try new things. For always sharing yourself with me. For letting me...”
“You may feel free to do anything of a similar nature whenever the desire strikes you.”
“Mmm. Again, I thank you.”
I held her to my side. I felt a bit badly that I could not return the favor, but I found I could not will myself to move. I was utterly sate, and completely spent. I drifted to sleep with a broad smile upon my face and logged another memory I could hold onto during our forced separation.
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