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Chapter One.
It was a hot summer night and Nevah Cartier lay in her soft bed. She sighed inwardly and rolled over. Her long curly mass of blond hair fell in her face. She thought of him. Never once since he vowed to protect her and all of hers has she stoped thinking of him. Sure he wasn't exactly what anyone wouldn't have called handsome... Come to think of it, he wasn't exactly human, or alive for that matter. She rarely saw anything of him sides his withering hands. None the less, she couldn't ever get him off her mind. it didn't help to know that at this moment he was sitting outside her door with his weapon of choice, a giant scythe. The weapon was almost as tall as the 7 foot man himself. Clad in a hooded cloak that covered him from head to toe he looked like a menacing foe, and he was. On several occasion she found herself in a corner and had no choice but to ask him for his help. most of the time it was with large wild animals she found herself too small a woman to properly defend herself. Again she sighed, this time it wasn't inwardly. And she found herself wndering if he heard everytime she sighed. Shrugging it off she rolled back over to lay on her back and look up at the ceiling. Outside the door he listened to the small delicate woman that lay in her bed. He felt once again the smell of her frustration seeping under the door. This had become a normal occurance, hapening every night as she lay awake for hours just rolling over and sighing. Never once had she whispered a word to him as to why she felt that way, and never had he asked. It was none of his buisness anyway. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair wondering when the damnable woman would fall asleep tonight. This time it was himself he heard sighing. 'Why had he ever offered his services to her anyway?' The wrds were in his head and instead o silence he heard himself answering the question, ' Oh, you silly man. You know why you offered. You see her as a way out.' He shut the voice out before it continued on with that thought. It was a stupid thing to think of.
Finally, she stilled and slipped of into a normal fitfull sleep. Silently he stood and cacked the door open to check on her. Sure enough she was finally asleep. he looked around the room. It was small, but much more comfortable then a grave of cold dirt. He picked up his scythe and slipped through the crack and closed the door behind. Slowly he made his way to the far wall where his bed was set up so that he could watch her. Not that she really needed him to watch her. She was more then capable of takeing care of herself. The times she did call for him was so that he felt needed and he knew that. She was very strong. Much stronger the any other woman he had ever met. Stoping his train of thought for a moment to place his weapon at the head of the bed, with in a hands reach of course, and climbing into bed himself. He lays his head on the soft pillow and look over at th woman. She looked so young, but to his dismay at first, he found out that she was much older then most of the servants in this house combined.
When was the last time he had dwelled on something for so long, he thought to himself. He honestly couldn't remember, possibly when he was alive. She rolled over. He watched as her thick down comforter slid down to her waist and revealed the soft skin of her back. His eyes roamed over the scars that were left there, those scars where most likely left from countless battles... or a flogging. The thought was there for only a second, but it still entered him mind. He was almost shocked at that, there was no way this small, perfect woman could ever do anything to deserve that. He shook his head as if to free it from the thought, then continued to search her body with his eyes. She had beautiful, long, blond, curly hair that he wasnted so much to grab and pul her to him.
He nearly gasped out loud. Damn himself back to hell and may The devil bring all the demons upon him for thinking such thoughts. He wasn't even alive, mearly a reanimated body that his soul was forced into. He cursed his bad luck at the shape his body was in when he was returned to him. It was damn near falling apart and bug ridden. It was a good thing he kept himself well covered for surely every person that looked upon his true form would turn on heel and flee. He let his eyes drift closed and let his body take on a semi sleep.
~The next day~
The sun rose and shone through the blinds in her room. she knew he was already awake. He never let her rise before him. One day that would have to end. She looked up at the ceiling and yawned. Slowly deciding it was in her best intrest to get out of bed, she slowly began to slide to the side untill her feet touched the ground. She pushed herself up to the sitting position and looked over to his bed, she knew he had slept there, but like always there was no sign. she pushed the blankets out of her way so sh could stand up. She stood on unsteady feet for a brief second before making her way to the washing basin choosing to take a full bath later she washed her face and arms. Wondering what t wear she made her way over to her wordrobe, she peeked inside and pulled out a red dress cut abover the knee. She pulled it on over her head and slipped her feet into her boots. Choosing to put her hair up instead of brushing it, she pulled it back and wrapped a ribbon around it and looked at herself in the mirror. She frowned at the reflection. How could she look so old, she ran a finger over imaginary wrinkles on her face. She was so small compared too the other women, and a mear dwarf ext to him. She stood 5"3' and weighted 130 and wore it well and in all the right places, if she said so herself.
He sat at the table in his normal spot waiting for her to emerge and have her normal cup of tea and eggs that the housekeeper was preparing at this very moment. She was always her most beautiful at the table in the morning. then he would take her out for their hunting trip then to the springs for her bath and then they would think of other things to take up the rest o the daylight hours. There she was, as he thought most beatiful he stood and pulled out her chair for her, never saying a word. He waited for her to take her seat the gently pushed the chair into the table and sat back down.
She almost smiled as she took her seat. He was so beautifully mysterious.
Seashawna · Wed Jun 13, 2007 @ 05:02am · 0 Comments |
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