Chapter 2: Dreams
Hi, it's me again. Thanks for reviewing, please continue to do so. OK, in this fic Daine and Numair DO NOT live together. I know they do in my other story and in the books, but they don't in this one. Have a problem with that? Then that's YOUR problem. Thank you and have a nice day.
*Lady of the Wolves
Numair woke up and felt something strange. Opening his eyes, he saw a hand on his chest. Following the arm it was attached to with his eyes, he saw that it belonged to a blonde woman: Varice. He had always hated her. Why was she next to him?
"Hello, lover," she whispered as she woke up, smiling coyly at him, eyes traveling down his body as he sat up. What was she doing?
Numair sat up with a start; he had been dreaming. He and Daine were back at the palace and their wedding was approaching. Desperately he wished that she would be there suddenly to kiss him and tell him it was only a dream and she loved him.
Sighing, the tall mage stood and fumbled around in the dark for his calendar. He grumbled and used his Gift to light up the area, and when he found it he took it back to his bed.
"June 6," he whispered. That was the date they had set. He circled it again (for the twenty-fifth time) in ink and set it on the stand by his bed again.
His thoughts returned to Daine. What if she decided he was an old man? What is she left him? Before, he had said he would let her go if she had truly wanted to leave; now he wasn't sure he could do that.
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Veralidaine Sarrasri dreamed that she was a servant, waiting on all of her noble friends. "Numair, help!" she cried, but he laughed and kissed Varice. Oh, how she hated that woman! She always had. Didn't Numair have better taste? Did he really love her?
The next morning, June 2, Daine awoke feeling strange. It was the custom in Tortallan weddings for the bride and groom not to see each other for three whole days prior to the ceremony. I can't see Numair after today, she thought. And then we'll be married.
A knock on the door brought her fully to her senses. "Daine, dear, we've lots to do!" cried a familiar voice; it was Onua, her made of honor and first Tortallan friend.
"There's the flowers, and-" Queen Thayet started. She was one of the bridesmaids.
"Don't forget the meadow! We still have to-" It was funny to hear Alanna the Lioness ramble excitedly about a wedding!
"It's all been taken care of," Numair cut in. She could hear the amusement in his voice. "Now, may I please have a moment with my wife-to-be?"
The women grumbled, but moved so Numair could slip inside. He grinned at Daine, whose heart fluttered, and sat on her bed. Then he pulled her into a hug and kiss.
"I see that you have not fully awoken," he said with amusement, pushing some curls behind her ears. She smiled and snuggled close to him. He buried his face in her beautiful hair and felt like the luckiest man alive.
"I'm almost up," she muttered, voice slurred with sleep. He laughed and pulled her to her feet, supporting her in case she fell. She reached up to kiss him, then pushed him out the door. "I've got to change," she explained, but didn't resist when he pulled her into another passionate kiss in the doorframe. Skysong, called Kitten, Daine's blue dragon, woke up and chirped at the happy couple and Daine's friends (the three women: Onua, Thayet, and Alanna) whistled until they broke apart with a gasp. A final kiss and Numair left.
Hi, it's me again. Thanks for reviewing, please continue to do so. OK, in this fic Daine and Numair DO NOT live together. I know they do in my other story and in the books, but they don't in this one. Have a problem with that? Then that's YOUR problem. Thank you and have a nice day.
*Lady of the Wolves
Numair woke up and felt something strange. Opening his eyes, he saw a hand on his chest. Following the arm it was attached to with his eyes, he saw that it belonged to a blonde woman: Varice. He had always hated her. Why was she next to him?
"Hello, lover," she whispered as she woke up, smiling coyly at him, eyes traveling down his body as he sat up. What was she doing?
Numair sat up with a start; he had been dreaming. He and Daine were back at the palace and their wedding was approaching. Desperately he wished that she would be there suddenly to kiss him and tell him it was only a dream and she loved him.
Sighing, the tall mage stood and fumbled around in the dark for his calendar. He grumbled and used his Gift to light up the area, and when he found it he took it back to his bed.
"June 6," he whispered. That was the date they had set. He circled it again (for the twenty-fifth time) in ink and set it on the stand by his bed again.
His thoughts returned to Daine. What if she decided he was an old man? What is she left him? Before, he had said he would let her go if she had truly wanted to leave; now he wasn't sure he could do that.
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Veralidaine Sarrasri dreamed that she was a servant, waiting on all of her noble friends. "Numair, help!" she cried, but he laughed and kissed Varice. Oh, how she hated that woman! She always had. Didn't Numair have better taste? Did he really love her?
The next morning, June 2, Daine awoke feeling strange. It was the custom in Tortallan weddings for the bride and groom not to see each other for three whole days prior to the ceremony. I can't see Numair after today, she thought. And then we'll be married.
A knock on the door brought her fully to her senses. "Daine, dear, we've lots to do!" cried a familiar voice; it was Onua, her made of honor and first Tortallan friend.
"There's the flowers, and-" Queen Thayet started. She was one of the bridesmaids.
"Don't forget the meadow! We still have to-" It was funny to hear Alanna the Lioness ramble excitedly about a wedding!
"It's all been taken care of," Numair cut in. She could hear the amusement in his voice. "Now, may I please have a moment with my wife-to-be?"
The women grumbled, but moved so Numair could slip inside. He grinned at Daine, whose heart fluttered, and sat on her bed. Then he pulled her into a hug and kiss.
"I see that you have not fully awoken," he said with amusement, pushing some curls behind her ears. She smiled and snuggled close to him. He buried his face in her beautiful hair and felt like the luckiest man alive.
"I'm almost up," she muttered, voice slurred with sleep. He laughed and pulled her to her feet, supporting her in case she fell. She reached up to kiss him, then pushed him out the door. "I've got to change," she explained, but didn't resist when he pulled her into another passionate kiss in the doorframe. Skysong, called Kitten, Daine's blue dragon, woke up and chirped at the happy couple and Daine's friends (the three women: Onua, Thayet, and Alanna) whistled until they broke apart with a gasp. A final kiss and Numair left.