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No Wealth, No ruin,

No silver, No gold,

Nothing satisfies me but your soul

Jen Titus

Denial

He gritted his teeth, his hands clenched in his lap. He should not feel this maddening lust for a priestess.

Midnight

He never kissed her mouth; it was a sign of the unspoken truth, the sign of non-existent love.

Snakes

"You disgust me" she says, voice and eyes sharp like razor. His mouth twitches into a smile.

Sacred

The dagger, her room, Dastan's destiny, her destiny; hell, even the damned ostriches! But not the Hassansins and certainly not their leader.

Sarcasm

" He is my husband" she pleads. He looks at her with bored eyes – "Are you giving me more reasons to kill him?"

Soft

He doesn't remember anything that would be soft in his life; everything that stands around him is stone, and pain and blood and scream and murder and death, death, death… The girl before him seems soft, delicate and innocent. But most importantly, she has a sword in her hand and she thinks she is ready to kill.

Rule

The king was their uttermost ruler, the hashish the second one and there was a forbidden name, idea, form and person –the women- who they could never ever touch nor spare.

Surprise

She enters her room, and suddenly an arm is around her neck and her mouth and she hears the low, husky voice of the most feared man in Alamut. ("Should have killed me the second time")

Run

He catches her arm and draws her back a little bit too violently. She spats and struggles (but does not scream, and that's admirable for a woman who is about to be killed) and he keeps her within a vice grip waiting her to cry or beg. But instead, Tamina, priestess of Alamut and future princess of Persia, stops and stares at him with a defiantly raised chin and accepts.

Pain

He was fourteen when he got his scar. As a boy (created to kill) he tried to tame snakes, and eventually succeeded. But the prize for it was half of his face and the poison that lingered itself into his heart forever. He wonders why he lets her touch his scar; but he remembers the weeping boy in the desert blind from the agony; and leans to kiss her.