"I can't stay long," Murron said softly as William embraced her in a
secure hug. "My father's going to wonder where I am."
"Let him wonder," he murmured teasingly.
Murron laughed in her melodious voice, which rang out in the distance. The stillness of the grove was almost eerie. The insects were silent; the leaves made no noise as the wind was none. Yet, there was a peaceful, romantic feeling in the air.
The two newlyweds made their way to a large, open meadow, which was lit by the moonlight. William sat on the dense ground, looking up at Murron with obvious admiration. A smile spread across his handsome face as he reached up and grabbed her slender hand, pulling her down beside him.
"The stars are beautiful," whispered Murron. She snuggled closer to William, lying her head on his bold shoulder.
"Aye that they are, but not so much as you," came his reply. Murron smiled. He always had a way of making her feel like she was walking on air.
She sighed and laid back on the dampened grass, and William followed in turn. Murron smiled in thought, causing her husband to look at her peculiarly.
"Why so happy?" he inquired, as though holding back a laugh himself.
"No reason," she said without thought, but then corrected herself. "Because I'm here with you."
Her voice trailed off and soon she was lost in deep thought. William looked at her curiously and brushed a dark tress of soft hair from her delicate face.
"Might I ask what ye're thinking about?" he asked curiously.
Murron shifted slightly on the ground and turned her head so that she was facing him. A smile creased the corners of her full red lips. "The future. Wondering what's going to become of us." She paused for a brief moment. "Do you know, William? Do you know what time has in store for us?"
He sighed heavily. "I don't think anyone does. I guess we'll just have to take what comes our way." Though he hid it well, his conscience was troubled. It seemed that his thoughts lately were flooded with worries, of his country, his friends. his family.
She smiled and murmured an agreement. "Let's just hope that things grow better rather than worse," she issued.
William brushed a rough hand across her rosy cheek and sat up, Murron following in suit. "Better start back, it's getting late," he suggested, not wanting to have to face her angry father.
He whistled for his horse, and smiled as it came trotting obediently to his side. He leapt onto its sturdy back and pulled Murron up after him. Before long, the two were riding through the forest, drenched in the moonlight that shone down upon them. Murron's hair blew back behind her as she held on tightly to William's waist,.
When finally the came to a stop in front of her house, the two dismounted and looked reluctantly at each other. After a brief silence, Murron sighed.
"I'd better go in," she said, wishing that she didn't have to but knowing that she did.
"Not yet," he said, a pleading tone to his voice. He glanced quickly at the sound house, and then back to Murron. "Stay here, with me." As he said this he pulled her closer, brushing his lips across her own.
"I must," she said as they parted. She turned to leave, but William seized her hand and pulled her back.
"Just a little longer," he urged, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight. He kissed her once more, despite her giggling that overtook her.
"Tomorrow," she issued dreamily, "I'll see you tomorrow." And with that she released his hand and strode off to her house, silently slipping through the door and out of sight.
"Let him wonder," he murmured teasingly.
Murron laughed in her melodious voice, which rang out in the distance. The stillness of the grove was almost eerie. The insects were silent; the leaves made no noise as the wind was none. Yet, there was a peaceful, romantic feeling in the air.
The two newlyweds made their way to a large, open meadow, which was lit by the moonlight. William sat on the dense ground, looking up at Murron with obvious admiration. A smile spread across his handsome face as he reached up and grabbed her slender hand, pulling her down beside him.
"The stars are beautiful," whispered Murron. She snuggled closer to William, lying her head on his bold shoulder.
"Aye that they are, but not so much as you," came his reply. Murron smiled. He always had a way of making her feel like she was walking on air.
She sighed and laid back on the dampened grass, and William followed in turn. Murron smiled in thought, causing her husband to look at her peculiarly.
"Why so happy?" he inquired, as though holding back a laugh himself.
"No reason," she said without thought, but then corrected herself. "Because I'm here with you."
Her voice trailed off and soon she was lost in deep thought. William looked at her curiously and brushed a dark tress of soft hair from her delicate face.
"Might I ask what ye're thinking about?" he asked curiously.
Murron shifted slightly on the ground and turned her head so that she was facing him. A smile creased the corners of her full red lips. "The future. Wondering what's going to become of us." She paused for a brief moment. "Do you know, William? Do you know what time has in store for us?"
He sighed heavily. "I don't think anyone does. I guess we'll just have to take what comes our way." Though he hid it well, his conscience was troubled. It seemed that his thoughts lately were flooded with worries, of his country, his friends. his family.
She smiled and murmured an agreement. "Let's just hope that things grow better rather than worse," she issued.
William brushed a rough hand across her rosy cheek and sat up, Murron following in suit. "Better start back, it's getting late," he suggested, not wanting to have to face her angry father.
He whistled for his horse, and smiled as it came trotting obediently to his side. He leapt onto its sturdy back and pulled Murron up after him. Before long, the two were riding through the forest, drenched in the moonlight that shone down upon them. Murron's hair blew back behind her as she held on tightly to William's waist,.
When finally the came to a stop in front of her house, the two dismounted and looked reluctantly at each other. After a brief silence, Murron sighed.
"I'd better go in," she said, wishing that she didn't have to but knowing that she did.
"Not yet," he said, a pleading tone to his voice. He glanced quickly at the sound house, and then back to Murron. "Stay here, with me." As he said this he pulled her closer, brushing his lips across her own.
"I must," she said as they parted. She turned to leave, but William seized her hand and pulled her back.
"Just a little longer," he urged, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight. He kissed her once more, despite her giggling that overtook her.
"Tomorrow," she issued dreamily, "I'll see you tomorrow." And with that she released his hand and strode off to her house, silently slipping through the door and out of sight.