They were a gorgeous couple. After three days of walking with the dark skinned men, they arrived at a massive white mansion, adorned with gold wherever gold could go. The man was tall and broad, with dark curls falling over his light brown eyes. Hair smattered his jaw and around his mouth. His wife was equally beautiful, with long glossy black hair fastened in a thick braid that hung over her shoulder, golden bands and beads intertwined. A thin gold circlet sat atop both heads, hers bejeweled, his intricate designs. Saracen's hands were cuffed in front of him, the gag and blindfold gone. The men had their hands on their swords, two on either side of him. Saracen had a moment to feel embarrassed for his pajamas, looking at the thick, brightly coloured robes made of silk the couple were wearing.
Saracen raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Nasri Sun. How are you, friend?" Saracen asked kindly. Nasri smiled back, a wide grin that lit up his face. He laughed, taking the key from the guard and unlocking the cuffs. He embraced Saracen, still laughing.
"Saracen Rue, as he lives and breaths." He said as he pulled away.
"I believe you've met Rania Amari, my beautiful wife?" He said, gesturing. Rania smiled and held her out, and Saracen gently kissed it.
"Yes, we've met. Back when she had common sense and didn't marry you." Saracen said chuckling. Rania laughed.
"It's those eyes." She said shyly, side eyeing Nasri, her eyebrow raised.
"Tonight we shall dine, catch up. There must be a story as to how a Dead Man winds up halfway across the world in nothing more than his sleep clothes." Nasri said, "Run him a hot bath, give him fresh clothes. Show him to his room."
A short while later Saracen was in a steaming hot bath with rose petals in it, and oils of various scents. He tried to relax, leaning his head on the edge. But he was tense. Why was he here? How did he get here? Where were the others? Were they alive? Were the okay? He didn't know, a d if there was one thing Saracen Rue hated, it was not knowing. He sat in the bath for a very long time, his mind rolling. He finally stood up when the water went lukewarm, and grabbed the towel to dry himself off. He padded to his room, very large and very gold and very decorated, and slipped into the robe that was on the bed. He felt strange, but didn't want to insult his hostesses.
There was a knock on the door, and Saracen called them in. It was a guard.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, the meal is ready." he said, his accent thick. Saracen nodded and checked near the bed for something to put on his feet. There wasn't anything. He smiled and followed the guard back the way they come, and into a vast hall, filled with people. It was like another time all together, like a medieval feast, something that didn't belong to the twenty first century. Saracen was seated at the head table, a round table filled with rich, exotic foods. He sat down next to Nasri. It was just the three of them at this table.
"Tell me, old friend, what brought you here in the state that you were in?" Nasri asked, taking a long drink from his golden goblet.
Saracen considered for a moment.
"You saved our lives, Rue. You are safe from whatever trouble you are in out there. Please, tell us. Maybe we can help in any way we can." Nasri said.
Saracen considered then began, telling the story from the beginning, the only detail he missed out was dying. After he told his story Nasri let out a low whistle.
"You've been busy, friend." He said, a smile dancing on his mouth.
"We owe you our lives-" Rania started, but Saracen interrupted.
"You owe me nothing-"
"We owe you our lives because if it weren't for you we would be dead. Our people would be dead. This city, this home, and all the people in it, would be nothing more than ashes if it weren't for you and your brothers. We will get you safely back to Ireland. We will spare no resources in helping you find your brothers. And we come with you. To fight alongside you in this mess you've gotten yourself into." Rania finished. Saracen stared at them both for a long moment. Then nodded. Saracen was prideful, but not too prideful to turn down help he desperately needed.
"Thank you." he said quietly. Nasri then smirked, picking up a metal jug and filling Saracen's cup.
"But tonight, we eat and we drink and we dance." He said, holding his cup up to toast Saracen. Rania joined in.
"To long lost friends." Nasri said.
"To long lost friends." Saracen and Rania echoed.
Hello! I'm back, its been over a year I know but i've been busy, sorry! Anyways, hope you enjoy!
