Yes, I'm back. And I haven't given up on these stories… yet. So now I'm expanding it to include Tammy's stuff, and hope that I'm still alive after rabid fans attack me with meat tenderizers. ^. ^ Read on!
She sighed, the slight breeze sending her curtains billowing out toward her bed. The soft snores of her knight-master echoed from the next room, an unknowing lullaby. The first things to fall to the floor were her boots, followed swiftly by her tunic and leggings until she was dressed only in underclothes and shirt—her normal nightwear. The bed was strangely bare. No soft feathers or tufts of fur could be seen amongst the blankets and she mentally cocked an eyebrow. Too tired to give it the proper pondering, she fell back against her pillow, trying to ignore the ache in her lower back.
The charm at her throat seemed to burn as she touched it, rolling it between two fingers as she usually did when she was either worried or thoughtful. The woman's advice had been less than cheerful, although not needed. If she was to become a knight, the last thing she needed was a baby on the way. She was too close to stop now, even if every day from here to her Ordeal she had to battle the impossible ass that made the younger pages' lives a living hell.
The pendant suddenly went cold, and the temperature in the room dropped. Rolling her eyes, she moved toward the window, slamming it shut with a mental growl. Her hair was in her eyes again. I need to get this cut, she thought, shaking her head as she tugged on the longer strands. All it does is get in my way.
When she turned back, a figure was standing near her bed, taller than she and powerful looking, even in silhouette. He stepped closer, more into the light and she could barely make out his chiseled features. "You…" She was speechless as the noble grinned and held a hand out to her. "But you're…"
"I'm here now," he answered in a tone that begged no arguments. She bit her lower lip, clutching at her necklace once more. "Come to me, Keldary." She stepped hesitantly into his embrace, feeling his fingers pull through the tangles of her hair, his lips pressed to the top of her head. "I've missed you."
"Roger, how?"
He silenced her with a kiss, moving them both to stand by the headboard. Kel suddenly understood the reason for why her bed was empty.
All right, all right, I KNOW Roger is dead. If you're that picky, then say it's a dream, or he's a ghost or something. And I am the author. I can screw with the timeline any way I want. So all bow down before me and accept that this is just a couple that shouldn't be, ignoring the fact that it CAN'T be.