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The Moon Bond
Prologue
She did not understand the dull ache that was her constant companion. All she knew was that when he was near, the moment she could sense his body heat, the warmth of it seemed to touch a soothing chord within her, lulling the pain to blissful dormancy, only to be reawakened in an instant the moment he withdrew from her personal space.
It was this. This unexplainable, almost insane observation that drove her nearer and nearer still towards him, seeking every opportunity, every abated breath to be within his orbit. If he was aware of her frightening predicament, he gave no indication. To him, it appeared that she was just what she was in the eyes of the rest of his Court – the reluctantly dubbed Captain of the Royal Guard, someone to be tolerated for her skill and quick wit in combat -- favorable qualities that were second to none but his, and as such, had earned her the right to be constantly at his side.
No, he could not have been aware of more than half the sleepless nights she spent, keeping watch in his balcony, gazing at his oblivious countenance bathed in silver light, trying no matter how virtually futile the effort, to ease the incessant ache that threatened to tear at her insides, and wondering despairingly at this tight, unconscious hold that he had over her entire being. No, he could not have been aware of the nights when she was at her troughs, when she would give in to the gnawing hunger and trespass into his bedroom, to stealthily draw near his bed, and let her aching fingers float tremblingly, as close as they dared, above his still form. They would hover above him, over his midnight-kissed hair, his smooth brows, his perfect nose, his mouth… and linger there, trying to absorb the heat of his breath into the tips of her sensitized digits… until the ache would be appeased a little, enough to give her some nocturnal respite from painful consciousness.
No, he could not have been aware of the burning reason that drove her to endlessly prove herself a cut above his other personal guards, to train for hours on end to continually merit her position to keep him safe… to keep her sanity.
Nor would he understand this obsession. Obsession it was, indeed, as normal people did not go around practically stalking, however unobtrusively, the object of their emotions with such fervor and intensity. Yes, he was securely unaware, as she had gone through such painstaking efforts to subdue the turbulence within her, behind a mask of calm indifference.
She did not know whether to call this a curse. All she was certain of was that no blessing should leave her in such mind-shattering pain in his absence. But then, surely no curse should almost send her afloat with such mindless ecstasy whenever he was near.
It was a form of madness with the unyielding hopelessness of an unreciprocated bond of sorts. It was a wonder no one ever noticed the wreck she was within. For 60 moons now, since she had turned 16.
Lately, the pain has seemed to have increased a hundredfold.