The Warlord's Wife Apr 28, 2020 19:58:23 GMT -5
Post by Guinevère on Apr 28, 2020 19:58:23 GMT -5
"Goodnight, Guinevère." Her breath caught, and her face turned to where he sat against the wall, with a pillow behind his head. Since he was near the fire she could see him half shadowed there against it. Her name on his lips. She wasn't sure how she felt about it. There was the surface of the emotions, mimicking storming waters, that his man--who served a war lord so well that just three weeks into his service was one of Helios' favorites--evoked more from her y using her name then Helios had from three years of calling her every pet name he could think of. Then there was the deeper emotions, the ones that were like dark calm waters under the stormy choppy ones, that took a small pleasure from it, and didn't ask why.
Wrapping the blanket tighter around her body, she kept watching him. Her bed was in the shadows of the room, so she knew he could not see her gaze--and she really hoped that she was right about that. She wondered who he was before this. Before Helios made them something they were not. He had taken to killing so well, that her husband had favored him quickly. She hated that he was good at it.
The next thing Guinevère knew, she was blinking awake with the morning light. NO! She turned to look at the window. She had missed her chance! In her efforts to wait until he was sleeping and disappear she had fallen asleep too! Burring her face into the pillow she blinked away the tears, and brought up the detachment she used to survive each day. She'd failed in her plan. There would be another chance. She only need to take the herbs--THE HERBS!
Pushing to sit up, she blinked around the room, trying to adjust her eyes to the light, while pulling the blanket tighter around her to cover her nakedness. She needed to take them within so many hours of the coupling to stop the seed from taking. Blinking she looked for him.