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Daine cuddled in her fiancé's arms happily. Numair was reading, but it didn't bother her. She slid out of his arms and indicated for him to follow her. She saw a small smile cross Numair's face.
Daine turned the tap to the tub to heat the water. Numair came to the doorway and smiled. Daine lost her breath as he lifted her off the side of the tub. Daine wrapped her legs around his waist making him hold on to her. Numair gently pulled off the sheet she around her, revealing her body. Numair fingered her back gently and kissed her neck. He sat down in the water with her facing him, still kissing her neck. Daine relaxed against him.
Nether of them had any idea that as they were settling in to take a very long romantic bath that Numair's parents and little sister were about to pay them a visit.
* * * (Numair's Father's point of view) * * * * *
Nitasha and Gabriella seem to be just fine, Dicard Draper thought to himself. It was beginning to snow for the second time since they had left the ship to their son's, and brother's, home. I really do hope that Arram is all right. And that he would be so far into studying something that he wouldn't help me translate this book.
Dicard thought about the book again. Given to him by a Gallan villager he had met a while ago. It was written in Gallan and he could not read it. The villager said the girl who had owned this book was killed by bandits when she was twelve. One of the pages, the thirtieth to be exact, had been ripped out. He wished that he could meet the now long dead girl. She was probably about twenty now.
They had now reached his son's house and Nitasha was ordering the servants around. One to take care of the horses, one to go get lunch started, one to unpack their things, and one to help her down from her horse. That as the type of women Nitasha was. Never did anything for herself. She always had to have a servant or slave do it for her. She was like the rest of the Carthaki women. They relayed on money and servants, nothing else.
I opened the door for my wife and daughter and stood aside while they came in. The hose was empty. If he wasn't here Nitasha was probably going to kill herself, and their son. They heard a noise from upstairs and walked up the steps to see if it was him.
They got the biggest surprise when they saw him. Arram wasn't the only one in the bathtub. Nitasha indicated for us to follow her.
'How old is she 12?' she mouthed unhappily.
'Arram is a smart man. He knows what he's doing.' I mouthed back calmly.
'The slut.' Nitasha said under her breath.
'Arram.' Dicard said walking to the door of the privy.
'Father.' He said almost levitating in the air. 'What are you doing here?' The girl behind him blushed.
'I need your help with something.' He replied.
'One minute.' He said.
When they both emerged he was fully dressed, because of his magic, and she had a towel on. She was older than they had thought. She was maybe about seventeen at the most. She was still blushing. She nodded to them and went upstairs. The rest of them went down stairs.
'So how old is your new hobby?' Nitasha asked.
'Is she your servant?' Gabby asked.
'No Gabby.' He replied annoyed. 'She is my fiancée. She's 19, mother.'
'Half your age.' She wasn't that happy.
'Give her a chance.' Dicard said. 'What part of Carthak was she born in?'
'She wasn't born in Carthak.' He said.
'Oh, that makes her so much more respectable, doesn't it?' Nitasha said. Gabby tried not to giggle. Dicard knew that his son was thinking the same thing he was. What did his mother do to Gabby?
'Where was she born?' he asked. Giving his son the usual don't let them bother you look.
'Galla.'
'Can she speak Gallan?' he asked getting excited.
'Fluently.' He said. 'Why?'
'I have a book I need translated.'
'Daine.' He called.
'Coming.' She called back.
The girl came semi-sipping down the stairs.
'Magelet, can you read in Gallan?' he asked.
'Yeah. Why?' she came up behind them. Nitasha glared at the diamond ring on her finger.
'Can you read this?' Dicard asked. 'It was given to me by a Gallan villager. He said the girl had been killed by bandits.'
He took out the book and gave it to her. Just as Diane reached out for it she stopped dead. She looked up at Dicard. No, she thought, this couldn't be. Hakkon, she knew it instantly. It was Hakkon that was selling her things. Who else would be behind this? He was making money off of her childhood, the one that he made horrible. Diane took the book. She looked at it for a second and, knowing no one was going to like what she was about to do, she threw it in the fire.
'What did you do that for?' Nitasha cried.
'That is my book. I can do whatever I want with it.' Daine said. He voice was barely more than a whisper.
Daine walked calmly up the stairs and looked the door to Numair's and her's room. She wanted to kill Hakkon for what he was doing to her. Daine laid down on the bed and began to cry.
Daine cuddled in her fiancé's arms happily. Numair was reading, but it didn't bother her. She slid out of his arms and indicated for him to follow her. She saw a small smile cross Numair's face.
Daine turned the tap to the tub to heat the water. Numair came to the doorway and smiled. Daine lost her breath as he lifted her off the side of the tub. Daine wrapped her legs around his waist making him hold on to her. Numair gently pulled off the sheet she around her, revealing her body. Numair fingered her back gently and kissed her neck. He sat down in the water with her facing him, still kissing her neck. Daine relaxed against him.
Nether of them had any idea that as they were settling in to take a very long romantic bath that Numair's parents and little sister were about to pay them a visit.
* * * (Numair's Father's point of view) * * * * *
Nitasha and Gabriella seem to be just fine, Dicard Draper thought to himself. It was beginning to snow for the second time since they had left the ship to their son's, and brother's, home. I really do hope that Arram is all right. And that he would be so far into studying something that he wouldn't help me translate this book.
Dicard thought about the book again. Given to him by a Gallan villager he had met a while ago. It was written in Gallan and he could not read it. The villager said the girl who had owned this book was killed by bandits when she was twelve. One of the pages, the thirtieth to be exact, had been ripped out. He wished that he could meet the now long dead girl. She was probably about twenty now.
They had now reached his son's house and Nitasha was ordering the servants around. One to take care of the horses, one to go get lunch started, one to unpack their things, and one to help her down from her horse. That as the type of women Nitasha was. Never did anything for herself. She always had to have a servant or slave do it for her. She was like the rest of the Carthaki women. They relayed on money and servants, nothing else.
I opened the door for my wife and daughter and stood aside while they came in. The hose was empty. If he wasn't here Nitasha was probably going to kill herself, and their son. They heard a noise from upstairs and walked up the steps to see if it was him.
They got the biggest surprise when they saw him. Arram wasn't the only one in the bathtub. Nitasha indicated for us to follow her.
'How old is she 12?' she mouthed unhappily.
'Arram is a smart man. He knows what he's doing.' I mouthed back calmly.
'The slut.' Nitasha said under her breath.
'Arram.' Dicard said walking to the door of the privy.
'Father.' He said almost levitating in the air. 'What are you doing here?' The girl behind him blushed.
'I need your help with something.' He replied.
'One minute.' He said.
When they both emerged he was fully dressed, because of his magic, and she had a towel on. She was older than they had thought. She was maybe about seventeen at the most. She was still blushing. She nodded to them and went upstairs. The rest of them went down stairs.
'So how old is your new hobby?' Nitasha asked.
'Is she your servant?' Gabby asked.
'No Gabby.' He replied annoyed. 'She is my fiancée. She's 19, mother.'
'Half your age.' She wasn't that happy.
'Give her a chance.' Dicard said. 'What part of Carthak was she born in?'
'She wasn't born in Carthak.' He said.
'Oh, that makes her so much more respectable, doesn't it?' Nitasha said. Gabby tried not to giggle. Dicard knew that his son was thinking the same thing he was. What did his mother do to Gabby?
'Where was she born?' he asked. Giving his son the usual don't let them bother you look.
'Galla.'
'Can she speak Gallan?' he asked getting excited.
'Fluently.' He said. 'Why?'
'I have a book I need translated.'
'Daine.' He called.
'Coming.' She called back.
The girl came semi-sipping down the stairs.
'Magelet, can you read in Gallan?' he asked.
'Yeah. Why?' she came up behind them. Nitasha glared at the diamond ring on her finger.
'Can you read this?' Dicard asked. 'It was given to me by a Gallan villager. He said the girl had been killed by bandits.'
He took out the book and gave it to her. Just as Diane reached out for it she stopped dead. She looked up at Dicard. No, she thought, this couldn't be. Hakkon, she knew it instantly. It was Hakkon that was selling her things. Who else would be behind this? He was making money off of her childhood, the one that he made horrible. Diane took the book. She looked at it for a second and, knowing no one was going to like what she was about to do, she threw it in the fire.
'What did you do that for?' Nitasha cried.
'That is my book. I can do whatever I want with it.' Daine said. He voice was barely more than a whisper.
Daine walked calmly up the stairs and looked the door to Numair's and her's room. She wanted to kill Hakkon for what he was doing to her. Daine laid down on the bed and began to cry.