No one remembered him yet she was actually lost in the swift memory of it all. The lights, the smell of that burning wood seemed to be a swift and strong reminder of her past life, how she used to be a slave, the lowest life in the entire world. Even the bugs that crawled on the floor were better than who she used to be, even they had that one thing that was so sweet and rich: freedom.
Yes she, Lady Athena Mint Lattice, was once a slave, but her present life told no sign of that. Now she was powerful, or her husband was powerful. Being a wife to the highest treasurer of all the land, basically her husband being the second man of importance, right under the Great Rashon King, made her quite a high-ranking character in the kingdom.
But the boy in front of her, almost a man, brought that quite long forgotten past back, made it a frightening reality she could no longer deny. He was no older than she; a youth of sixteen years, with a well-carved face, and with skin the color of a mid-summer days tan. He stood taller than all the men in the room, with an awkward looking stance she remembered well. How could she? She had seen it almost everyday of her childhood, as he was lectured on the right behavior expected of an obedient slave.
His appearance brought the days of great oppression back to her, but he also brought with him something warm that she hadn't felt for the three years she had lived in the great land of the beautiful, in the huge, although majestic, lonely palace. He had brought back a piece of knowledge, he himself a tool with which she could wipe her gaudy ignorance from her mind and remember the people she had left behind in her flight to leave the place that brought her both comfort and torment.
"Isaac?" she stuttered hesitantly, not truly believing it was the same little boy she had known three years ago. He looked up, astonishment taking up the weariness in his eyes.
"Athey?" he said, his ocean blue eyes searching my emerald green eyes. A smile traced his lips, and she was left breathless by it, he was dazzling, not the same gangly little boy she had known. She felt her feet moving towards him in a run before she could stop her self. It was the first time she had ran in three years, because running, in the eyes of her snotty, well mannered lady friends, was seen as a unbecoming act of a woman of higher position in society. But her mind and heart rushed her on, and she ran into him, on the verge of tears, for this was like a reunitement with a brother.
"We thought you dead, and no one would allow me to search for you" he staggered ", they said it was just a slave, but you were more than that… so much more than that." He paused and blushed lightly and continued on in a hushed tone, for he was never the emotional type, "You were the entire world to me, and I was left all alone, and I couldn't bear to think of what happened to you."