A/N: I've read both Inheritance novels and have seen the first installment of the film. Brom didn't delve into his past that much before he died, other than what he said of his own dragon, also named Saphira. Though my story may be a bit fantastical as it progresses, who's to say he never fell in love? (The Brom I'm molding in this story is a bit more like Jeremy Irons' portrayal I seem to prefer that version.)

All I can say is: if you please, no flames. I'm perfectly aware of Paolini's work I love it. I like to write, I had an idea furious typing ensued. Please DO enjoy! I own nothing of the Inheritance series, the only one that's mine is Sareh (Sah-ray) and anything that doesn't appear familiar.

Thanks!

The Tale of Sareh

He had been watching her all morning, like a hunter after his prey. Her light-colored eyes swept over the terrain ahead of her, her features delicate. Brom hadn't any idea there was such beauty in the world. Aside of course from his dragon Saphira, This creature before him however had quite caught his eye and he followed what he thought was an appropriate distance away from her.

"Careful Brom. Sometimes they bite." Brom smiled a crooked smile at his dragon's warning. It was amazing that even miles away, tracking a deer, Saphira could still tell when he was doing some tracking of his own.

"Couldn't be any worse than your bite." Saphira chuckled. It was a slightly unpleasant feeling, since it felt as though she were laughing straight into his ear. What was even more unsettling at times was he was the only one who could hear it. He felt her attention wander as he looked for his quarry. The moment of distraction from Saphira had provided the target with an opportune moment to escape. Brom looked around, eyes searching for her once more. It had become quite the task, but for some reason Brom didn't mind. He made his way around the brush that was growing quite inconveniently in his path. He leaned over for a moment as a bramble tore at his boot, effectively pulling one undone. As he stooped to fix the offending strap, a shadow fell across his path and two; bare, elfin feet came into his line of vision. Brom froze, his eyes traveling up, passing a shin-length blue dress, to a worn leather corset, reaching muslin encased arms crossed over chest, up to a face that was showing the signs of an irked person.

"Is there a reason you're following me or are you lost?" Brom was speechless for a moment as the fire in the young woman's eyes caught him; he fairly lost all coherent thought. She brought him back with a slight tilt of her head, Brom knew that his silence made him seem the fool and he struggled to find the words to say.

"I… I saw you at the market earlier—I wanted to…" He wasn't helping himself in the slightest. The young woman tapped her foot impatiently as Brom struggled to find the velvet words of wooing he had been tossing around in his head earlier. At the time he was positive, that every word he spoke would cause immediate eyelash batting and deep blushing. Brom sighed and decided that if the embarrassment he was feeling at this very moment didn't kill him that he would find the nearest pond and do it himself.

"I saw you and I knew I wanted to meet you." The woman looked at him, the earlier aggressiveness became muted and although she was still wary, she appeared less disturbed by his presence.

"You wanted to meet me? Why?" Brom took a deep breath, searching for an acceptable answer. At this point, anything he said would either guide him into the good graces of this woman, or it would earn him a well-aimed slap across the face. Seeing as he was doing such a wonderful job at making first impressions, Brom felt he could do little more harm to his cause.

"Well, milady, because I was intrigued by you. By the way you choose your vegetables at market, by the way you smile at people you pass on your way, by the way you confronted me, a man who's at least a foot taller and carries a sword. I found myself wanting to know who you were, to understand my intrigue." The woman looked away for a second and then met his gaze.

"I've never been told I intrigue someone before." Brom gave her a suddenly shy smile.

"Well, it's long overdue milady." The woman gave him a slightly perplexed look.

"Why do you call me milady, when it's obvious I have no wealth or title?" Brom's eyebrows gathered on his forehead as he gave that thought.

"It's simply a habit, I've been trained to treat any and all that are not my enemies with respect, no matter who they are." At that, the probing look of before had returned, only this was to discover what he was trained as, exactly. After a moment, the young woman put out her hand.

"My name is Sareh." Brom took her hand gently into his own and placed a light kiss upon her knuckles. Call it old fashioned, but Brom got the reaction he had hoped his clever words would. Her cream-colored cheeks became stained with a light shade of pink.

"My name is Brom, I would like to repair any poor impressions you may have of me, after my unfortunate stumble. I'm not one for words." Sareh smiled, never uttering concern that Brom had captured her hand and didn't appear to want to let go.

"I wouldn't worry too much about that. Fancy words are lost on the likes of me." Brom looked at the woman in front of him.

"I don't believe anything could be lost on you."

"I should tell you flattery is lost on me as well." Brom laughed softly and released her hand hesitantly.

"May I walk with you?" He asked as Sareh bent down to retrieve her basket of market finds. She looked to him and then nodded.

"You may." Brom became ever the gentleman and offered to take her heavy basket, walking beside her as she headed for home. Sareh was silent for a moment as they passed through town, Sareh taking the familiar trail home. She looked slyly at Brom and then blurted:

"So the way I pick my vegetables is intriguing." Brom grimaced as his words came back to bite. He smiled sheepishly at Sareh,

"What can I say, it's unmatched in all of Alagaësía." Sareh laughed, the sound washing over Brom, giving him that indescribable feeling he had had before, when he had first seen her. Her very presence made him feel it twofold. As she flew over The Spine, Brom's Saphira gave a dragon smile. Her rider's safety was not her only concern, but his happiness as well. As his joy became her own, Saphira knew that something good had happened.

If you had seen them that day, side by side, laughing as though nothing in the world was souring into a terrible wrath, you would be hard pressed to find a flaw. Brom and Sareh became exactly what the other was searching for. Anyone could tell as they walked the dirt paths of Carvahall, a place that would endure the beginning of the end.