Chapter 8
Five days of riding brought Inga to D's old home. The house itself was a little outside of town, more in the woods and old, yet it was beautiful. It had three stories above ground and one below.
"It's beautiful," Inga declared as she stared at its size, remembering the design well from her old world. "Did you live here?"
D nodded and brought them to the stables. They were in excellent condition considering their age. D dismounted first then assisted Inga. Once Inga was on the ground, he took of the saddlebags and walked towards the house in silence. Inga followed in the same manner.
D opened the front doors and dropped the bags on to the floor along the side wall. He walked up the stairs and down a long, red-carpeted hallway. The carpet was a dull red now, and the floors and walls were dusty, dirty, and worn from years of neglect. The chandeliers that had once lighted the hall were covered with cobwebs and layered with dust.
The two walked in silence through the hall, and Inga did not understand D's silence. In fact, it scared her. Was returning to this place causing a hidden pain in his heart to resurface? She did not want him to go through any pain for her. He did not deserve that.
D stopped suddenly, almost causing Inga to bump into him. Inga looked up at the large, red doors with gold designs on them. Like the house, they were slightly worn and dusty, but they were still beautiful in their own right. D took a noticeable, deep breath, and pushed the doors open.
Inga gasped and shied away from the light that came roaring through the opened doors. When she recovered, she could not help but gape at the grandest room she had ever seen before her. The floors were made of white marble and the walls and ceiling shined in their beautiful pearl-white color. In the center of this vast room was a large, yet soft, red oriental carpet. On this carpet, alongside the wall, was a large, comfortable looking bed, with entwined gold and silver bedposts and beautiful white, silk sheets. The comforter was trimmed with gold tassels and the pillows on the top were a mix of gold and silver designs. On the right side of the room there was a large walk-in closet with red and gold doors, much like those of the main doors. On the farthest side of the door was a large, gold mirror. There was a dresser made of silver and gold on the left side of the wall, but it was a miniscule detail compared to the beautiful pictures of angels and mortals braving in the face of danger all around. As Inga looked up at the ceiling, she gasped at the painting of a utopia where even the creatures of the night lived in happiness. The final piece was the dressing stall, which was beautifully designed with gold and white birds and trees upon its dark background.
Inga had to lean against the doorframe for support. She was completely overwhelmed by the sight. In fact, she did not even remember that D was in the same room as her, standing beside her.
"Do you like it?" he asked softly and put his arm around her waist, not wanting to break the spell.
"I.I have nothing to say," Inga replied, her eyes still taking in all of the room.
D moved closer and put his face by her cheek and gave her a soft nudge. "It's yours."
"No," Inga said and shook her head.
D pulled away, shocked and confused by the answer. However, Inga turned to him and looked him with her violet eyes, yet the look in them made his bones shake. They were so sad, but as he looked closer, there was something else. What there love hidden in those violet eyes?
"I will not have anything unless it is ours," she explained and soothed D's fears.
She was his. He grabbed her and crushed her to him as he kissed her beautiful mouth passionately. She was his, in heart, and soon in body. No one could have been happier at that moment.
Inga did not resist, nor did she want to. Her happiness knew no bounds, and in her heart, she knew that if he ever were to leave, she could never hate him, but wish him the best of luck in his quest for happiness, and pray that he may find it. The pain she had endured to receive this was all worth it. All the nights she cried alone had been crushed, because she had what she wanted most-the feeling of being loved, and safe.
Suddenly, D swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed. He took off her sword and set it aside before gently tossing her onto those soft, silk sheets. He took off his own and leaned it against the wall before he leaned over to kiss her again.
Inga took off his hat and cape, letting them drop off the side of the bed. She was not afraid of what would happen. She was ready for this moment.
D continued to kiss her, but more passionately as his lust and desire rose. His hands ran up and down her sides along her soft, smooth, bare skin. He rolled them both over to the side and slid a finger up her spine, making Inga gasp and arch her back slightly as she clutched him.
D moved and kissed her neck and shoulders, lingering where Inga gasped. Her shirt was slowly rising, inch by inch, with D's gentle help. Inga's hands roamed and searched for the mechanism, which would get off his armor, and she found it, a black zipper in the back. As she unzipped it, D pulled her closer to him.
D sat up slowly and took Inga with him, slipping Inga's shirt off and dropping it off to the side as he did so. Inga pulled off the upper part of D's armor, revealing the soft skin and tight muscles of his chest and stomach, which her hands roamed over freely.
D crushed her to him once more and covered her mouth with his. He slipped off her boots with one hand as the other held her close. Once those were off, he kissed her neck again and went lower. He brushed her collarbone with his lips, and moved on. He would discover every part of her body, no matter how long it took.
The moon rose in the sky and the stars glittered. The air was warm with a cool, gentile breeze. It was the perfect night for love.
Five days of riding brought Inga to D's old home. The house itself was a little outside of town, more in the woods and old, yet it was beautiful. It had three stories above ground and one below.
"It's beautiful," Inga declared as she stared at its size, remembering the design well from her old world. "Did you live here?"
D nodded and brought them to the stables. They were in excellent condition considering their age. D dismounted first then assisted Inga. Once Inga was on the ground, he took of the saddlebags and walked towards the house in silence. Inga followed in the same manner.
D opened the front doors and dropped the bags on to the floor along the side wall. He walked up the stairs and down a long, red-carpeted hallway. The carpet was a dull red now, and the floors and walls were dusty, dirty, and worn from years of neglect. The chandeliers that had once lighted the hall were covered with cobwebs and layered with dust.
The two walked in silence through the hall, and Inga did not understand D's silence. In fact, it scared her. Was returning to this place causing a hidden pain in his heart to resurface? She did not want him to go through any pain for her. He did not deserve that.
D stopped suddenly, almost causing Inga to bump into him. Inga looked up at the large, red doors with gold designs on them. Like the house, they were slightly worn and dusty, but they were still beautiful in their own right. D took a noticeable, deep breath, and pushed the doors open.
Inga gasped and shied away from the light that came roaring through the opened doors. When she recovered, she could not help but gape at the grandest room she had ever seen before her. The floors were made of white marble and the walls and ceiling shined in their beautiful pearl-white color. In the center of this vast room was a large, yet soft, red oriental carpet. On this carpet, alongside the wall, was a large, comfortable looking bed, with entwined gold and silver bedposts and beautiful white, silk sheets. The comforter was trimmed with gold tassels and the pillows on the top were a mix of gold and silver designs. On the right side of the room there was a large walk-in closet with red and gold doors, much like those of the main doors. On the farthest side of the door was a large, gold mirror. There was a dresser made of silver and gold on the left side of the wall, but it was a miniscule detail compared to the beautiful pictures of angels and mortals braving in the face of danger all around. As Inga looked up at the ceiling, she gasped at the painting of a utopia where even the creatures of the night lived in happiness. The final piece was the dressing stall, which was beautifully designed with gold and white birds and trees upon its dark background.
Inga had to lean against the doorframe for support. She was completely overwhelmed by the sight. In fact, she did not even remember that D was in the same room as her, standing beside her.
"Do you like it?" he asked softly and put his arm around her waist, not wanting to break the spell.
"I.I have nothing to say," Inga replied, her eyes still taking in all of the room.
D moved closer and put his face by her cheek and gave her a soft nudge. "It's yours."
"No," Inga said and shook her head.
D pulled away, shocked and confused by the answer. However, Inga turned to him and looked him with her violet eyes, yet the look in them made his bones shake. They were so sad, but as he looked closer, there was something else. What there love hidden in those violet eyes?
"I will not have anything unless it is ours," she explained and soothed D's fears.
She was his. He grabbed her and crushed her to him as he kissed her beautiful mouth passionately. She was his, in heart, and soon in body. No one could have been happier at that moment.
Inga did not resist, nor did she want to. Her happiness knew no bounds, and in her heart, she knew that if he ever were to leave, she could never hate him, but wish him the best of luck in his quest for happiness, and pray that he may find it. The pain she had endured to receive this was all worth it. All the nights she cried alone had been crushed, because she had what she wanted most-the feeling of being loved, and safe.
Suddenly, D swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed. He took off her sword and set it aside before gently tossing her onto those soft, silk sheets. He took off his own and leaned it against the wall before he leaned over to kiss her again.
Inga took off his hat and cape, letting them drop off the side of the bed. She was not afraid of what would happen. She was ready for this moment.
D continued to kiss her, but more passionately as his lust and desire rose. His hands ran up and down her sides along her soft, smooth, bare skin. He rolled them both over to the side and slid a finger up her spine, making Inga gasp and arch her back slightly as she clutched him.
D moved and kissed her neck and shoulders, lingering where Inga gasped. Her shirt was slowly rising, inch by inch, with D's gentle help. Inga's hands roamed and searched for the mechanism, which would get off his armor, and she found it, a black zipper in the back. As she unzipped it, D pulled her closer to him.
D sat up slowly and took Inga with him, slipping Inga's shirt off and dropping it off to the side as he did so. Inga pulled off the upper part of D's armor, revealing the soft skin and tight muscles of his chest and stomach, which her hands roamed over freely.
D crushed her to him once more and covered her mouth with his. He slipped off her boots with one hand as the other held her close. Once those were off, he kissed her neck again and went lower. He brushed her collarbone with his lips, and moved on. He would discover every part of her body, no matter how long it took.
The moon rose in the sky and the stars glittered. The air was warm with a cool, gentile breeze. It was the perfect night for love.
