I Do . . . Or I Don't?
Dedicated to Chance, my dog
by Lady of the Wolves
Chapter 3: The Reunion
Numair shifted impatiently in the saddle of his gelding, Spots. They were arriving at the palace today! He couldn't wait to see Daine again and to get away from the annoying ladies from Tusaine who smiled at him charmingly and tried to flirt with him. (It was all because he was rich and powerful, and even when they were informed that he was betrothed, they wouldn't stop. "They just want to be rich and powerful; if any of their future husbands are,they will be too," Raoul had explained.) He fervently hoped that she hadn't forgotten him, or left forever, or--
"Numair, you're talking again," Raoul of Goldenlake and Malorie's Peak interrupted (Numair's thoughts) with an amused look on his ruddy face. The black robe blushed and turned away with a sigh. Why had he had to come? There hadn't been any danger--
A loud cry broke his train of thoughts as a group of bandits suddenly attacked from behind the trees of the forest. Numair lashed out with his magic as the sudden battle continued.
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The Wildmage wiped her hands across her sweaty forehead. She had just helped deliver twin colts to Widowmaker, one of Queen Thayet's horses. Both were fine after a labor that lasted (to Daine) for centuries. A clatter outside the stall awakened her from her daydream about Numair.
What is it? she asked a spotted dog sprawled across the floor, as he had a better view than she did.
A bunch of two-leggers on horses just rode in, he answered, panting in the heat.
Numair! she thought, struggling to her feet. The first few attempts she failed because she had been sitting for quite a long time. The Wildmage then glanced down at her clothes. She was wearing a pair of brown breeches are a white shirt with a blue tunic. Both were soaked with blood, dirt, grime, and sweat. She sighed. She would have to change quickly before greeting her love.
"Kit, let's go! Numair's back!" she called to the dragon, who was rolling in the straw. She squeaked and leapt out of her bed-nest, following Daine as she left the stall (after making sure the horse and her new-born sons were all right).
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Numair dismounted and searched the crowds for Daine. He had hoped she would be waiting for him. She had wanted to come, but King Jonathan had wanted her to stay behind. It was a fine sight; hundreds of people, nobles, servants, and everyone was standing in front of the palace at sunset. The Tortallan flags were flying, and King Jonathan was making a welcome speech. But Numair didn't care.
Suddenly, he saw her in the corner of his eye as she ran towards the palace in the distance. Not caring about anyone else, he took off after her. When she was trudging toward an entrance, he caught up with her. Noticing him, she threw her arms around his neck while he twirled her around and they exchanged long, passionate kisses while Kitten ran circles around the couple. Numair didn't care that she was dirty, and he didn't care that he was becoming dirty too. They just enjoyed the heat of love and the fire of passion that raced through their bodies as they touched. When they had stopped and let each other go, Daine spoke. "I missed you," she whispered, causing him to grin. He kissed her slowly and lovingly.
"So did I," he whispered back. With that, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her all the way to their rooms, Kitten following happily, while she giggled. Once inside, he carried her to a loveseat where he plopped them both down upon.
It was about an hour later when they had finished their hellos, kisses, and hugs. Numair stood up and bowed before her. "Lady Veralidaine, may I have the pleasure of taking you to the banquet and ball this evening?" he asked in a deep voice, causing her to laugh.
"That'd be fair nice," she replied, standing and taking his offered arm as he swept her away into a waltz.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except that Grakin guy in Chapter 2 and Widowmaker. And her colts.
Author's Note: Yes? No? Should I continue? Wow, I've written a lot so far (at least I think so). Anyway, I still haven't decided whether or not to make it happy or sad. Please review and tell me what you think! Please give me your honest opinion, and yes, I know that it's sappy! I'll work on that. Please, I don't know if it should be a nice D/N story or a destroying D/N story.
~Lady of the Wolves