He watched as Kel paced in front of her young audience. She was going where
no noble had gone before. She was teaching peasant and commoner children to
read and write and count. He was so proud of his lady knight. She was
graceful and caring, yet she was also a fighter, when she needed to be. A
very good fighter, his fighter, his creation. His.
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"Lord Wyldon, welcome back!" Kel said walking towards him as he entered the room.
"I see your managing to keep this place running smoothly, no problems," he said looking around at the office. He nodded to the clerk who nodded back. "I wish to speak to the lady alone," he told the clerk in a firm voice.
"Yes sir," and he left.
"Whatever it is, I didn't do it," Kel said, raising her hands.
"I do not bring accusations, or even good news," Wyldon said, sitting on the desk. "Your father has passed away," he told her softly.
Kel blinked at him for a moment, then her mouth formed an o. "He . . . he died?" she asked.
"Yes. I'm so sorry for your loss, Lady Knight,"
Kel sank into the chair, a blank look on her face. Then she squeezed her eyes shut tight to keep in the tears threatening to pour out in.
"Oh, Gods, mother," she whispered.
Wyldon stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders then bent down to kiss the top of her head. "If you need time, just give me the word," he said quietly.
"I should attend the - wait, has the funeral been?" she asked.
"It happened last week. With this snow, letters have been taking their time getting through," he told her.
Kel didn't even try holding her tears in this time. She let them flow freely down her cheeks. A sob escaped and she started crying. Her father had died. She hadn't even been able to say good-bye, or tell him she loved him, though her rational mind said he would have known. But still.
Wyldon knelt down and hugged her. 'What are you doing?' his mind asked. 'You don't even hug your own daughters when they cry like this.'
'But Kel isn't my daughter' he thought as he breathed in her scent. She smelt wonderful to him. His lips were on her cheek before he knew what was happening. Startled Kel turned and his lips brushed against hers. She pulled her head back.
"I should get back to my class," she said, giving him a confused look.
"Yes. Keep your mind occupied," Wyldon said as much to himself as to her. What had just happened?
"Are you staying over night?" she asked, back to her normal self.
"I may stay a few days. Watch how you run things,"
"Ok. Then I will see you at dinner," she said and got up. As she was walking away Wyldon grabbed her arm and spun her around and kissed her hard and passionately. He stopped only when he felt something hit the side of his face.
"How dare you?" Kel asked pulling away from him. She spun around and ran out the door, not looking back.
What had he just done?
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"Lord Wyldon, welcome back!" Kel said walking towards him as he entered the room.
"I see your managing to keep this place running smoothly, no problems," he said looking around at the office. He nodded to the clerk who nodded back. "I wish to speak to the lady alone," he told the clerk in a firm voice.
"Yes sir," and he left.
"Whatever it is, I didn't do it," Kel said, raising her hands.
"I do not bring accusations, or even good news," Wyldon said, sitting on the desk. "Your father has passed away," he told her softly.
Kel blinked at him for a moment, then her mouth formed an o. "He . . . he died?" she asked.
"Yes. I'm so sorry for your loss, Lady Knight,"
Kel sank into the chair, a blank look on her face. Then she squeezed her eyes shut tight to keep in the tears threatening to pour out in.
"Oh, Gods, mother," she whispered.
Wyldon stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders then bent down to kiss the top of her head. "If you need time, just give me the word," he said quietly.
"I should attend the - wait, has the funeral been?" she asked.
"It happened last week. With this snow, letters have been taking their time getting through," he told her.
Kel didn't even try holding her tears in this time. She let them flow freely down her cheeks. A sob escaped and she started crying. Her father had died. She hadn't even been able to say good-bye, or tell him she loved him, though her rational mind said he would have known. But still.
Wyldon knelt down and hugged her. 'What are you doing?' his mind asked. 'You don't even hug your own daughters when they cry like this.'
'But Kel isn't my daughter' he thought as he breathed in her scent. She smelt wonderful to him. His lips were on her cheek before he knew what was happening. Startled Kel turned and his lips brushed against hers. She pulled her head back.
"I should get back to my class," she said, giving him a confused look.
"Yes. Keep your mind occupied," Wyldon said as much to himself as to her. What had just happened?
"Are you staying over night?" she asked, back to her normal self.
"I may stay a few days. Watch how you run things,"
"Ok. Then I will see you at dinner," she said and got up. As she was walking away Wyldon grabbed her arm and spun her around and kissed her hard and passionately. He stopped only when he felt something hit the side of his face.
"How dare you?" Kel asked pulling away from him. She spun around and ran out the door, not looking back.
What had he just done?
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