He led her into a large hall and sat down on the chair that was raised
on a dais. He examined her carefully; her figure was perfect and her
eyes held a certain light to them. Even though she was young, she had
an air about her that made her look older. The way she stood made he
think that she had some military training, or at least knew how to weld
a sword. Her skin was tanned a light brown colour, unusual for an
elfin maiden. Most maidens that he has seen were fair skinned and
flaxen haired.
Awena had a feeling that he was inspecting her. This unnerved her, for in her experience, it meant that he was sizing up his prey. Which was her. She coughed gently, bringing him out of his examination. She felt uncomfortable standing there, but she didn't say so, for she was too polite to say such things. He suddenly stood and approached her, keeping her eyes locked with his. The lord held her hands and kissed them, then drew her close. Awena withdrew her hands and turned her back to him.
" Milord, you said that the meal was to be served soon," she said softly.
" My name's Caderyn," he introduced himself.
" I suppose you know mine," she replied coldly.
" Yes, I do, Awena," he whispered into her ear. He was close, very close. Awena reached inside her cloak and felt the cold hilt of her sword. It was reassuring to her, the only backup plan she had available. A servant appeared and told them that the evening meal was ready. Caderyn took her arm and led her towards the dining hall.
Awena had a feeling that he was inspecting her. This unnerved her, for in her experience, it meant that he was sizing up his prey. Which was her. She coughed gently, bringing him out of his examination. She felt uncomfortable standing there, but she didn't say so, for she was too polite to say such things. He suddenly stood and approached her, keeping her eyes locked with his. The lord held her hands and kissed them, then drew her close. Awena withdrew her hands and turned her back to him.
" Milord, you said that the meal was to be served soon," she said softly.
" My name's Caderyn," he introduced himself.
" I suppose you know mine," she replied coldly.
" Yes, I do, Awena," he whispered into her ear. He was close, very close. Awena reached inside her cloak and felt the cold hilt of her sword. It was reassuring to her, the only backup plan she had available. A servant appeared and told them that the evening meal was ready. Caderyn took her arm and led her towards the dining hall.