Locating Mel was no problem, seeing her swinging the practiced sword with
suppressed fiery was. 'Yeah, she's probably a little upset at the tight
surveillance and security. But burn it! She isn't supposed to be running
around carelessly.' Vidanric pursed his lips just the slightest. The nasty
bruise on her head was still evident from the events earlier that week.
Taking a deep breath Vidanric cleared his thoughts of uncertainties and
worries, it wasn't like him to be like this but he was just a little
scared. He had finally won over Meliara, the fear of losing someone so dear
could cause anyone to act out of character. Walking up to his soldiers he
sent them all away save for the one Mel was currently practicing with.
Standing a good distance away but only in sight of her opponent he picked
up a practice sword and gave a curt nod to the remaining soldier. Said
soldier nodded back, dropped the practice sword, gave a small bow to Mel
and then stepped back.
Mel stood in confusion until a padded tap to her left shoulder caused her to turn around. There stood the object of all her problems. Her fury at having to be constantly watched and protected by his orders, her fury at him always gone doing this diplomatic duty or the next, and then the fury that even amongst all that he still gave her that rakish smile with his handsome face. They saluted each other and squared off. Yeah, she was going to let him have it.
Going on the offensive she struck out and swiped at him many times. With each thrust or swipe of hers he parried each one. Except for one blow that he blocked and was surprised just the slightest at the amount of resistance he had to exert to block that last blow.
Mel felt the small sting of tears in her eyes. She hadn't really been that upset with him. Ever since falling for the handsome man she found herself less angry with him if ever. But with each thought of loneliness and frustration with the weeks events, each thrust and strike grew harder and wilder; and it wasn't just sweat that dripped off her face. Tears had begun to stream down.
Vidanric upon seeing this sidestepped one of the wild strikes and then quickly knocked the sword out of her hand. They were alone for which he was grateful as he scooped up her small frame and sat down at the nearest bench. Her arms went around his neck and she buried her head in his shoulder as she sobbed in frustration and embarrassment.
"I'm sorry Mel. I'm sorry." He whispered in her ear as he stroked her head. He too was filled with conflicting emotions. Guilt for Mel's dreary week, worry for he safety, and sincere love and understanding that she trusted him enough to cry like this in front of him.
After a while she stopped crying, they sat there for a few seconds in silence.
"Vidanric?" She whispered.
"Yes my dear?" He smiled looking into her eyes.
"Don't tell anyone about this ok?" Vidanric burst out laughing.
"Of course not my love. Of course not." Her nature and personality overwhelmed him so much at times that it ached in his chest. Her childish nature that she let out on occasion, usually when upset was adorable and somewhat befitting for her small frame. "I won't tell anyone that I won either."
Mel snorted. "Like you'd need to tell that, I don't think anyone would every take you seriously if you declared me the winner in a fair fight." A smile started to creep on her face.
"Maybe so, but you are getting better, I'll admit I was a little fearful when you fought me with such passion and fury, even if your strikes were wild and way off the mark." Mel's smile grew wider and she felt herself completely slipping away from her earlier saddened state.
A bit of reprimanding was in order though. "Had you not spent all your times with diplomacies but with me this wouldn't have happened." Mel admonished him.
"Mel, you know what responsibilities I have." Vidanric replied.
"Yes, but why are you not sharing them with me? You haven't told me all that's been going on and all that I know is what I overhear from gossip amongst the other nobles. How can you expect me to share the throne with you when you do not share the news and responsibilities with me?" Mel stared at him intensely.
Vidanric masked his features. He should have been more careful about his words earlier. He didn't want to deal with this subject while the Mages were still in the city. Fearful that if she heard word about that Mages wanting to seek her out, she might take interest as her mother had, Vidanric refrained from speaking about it. Prolonging the matter for a little longer he eased Mel up and stood up too. "You're right I have been neglectful about that. Tonight I should catch you up in the things that have been going on." Taking her hand in his he bent down and kissed it. "For now though, let us enjoy each other's company before the sun sets and the time flies." Thinking to himself that he should have come up with a safe way to inform her of the weeks events by then.
heh heh, I'm back. Sorry, I had lent my copy of the book to a friend a year ago and she never returned it. I finally just read it again and have ordered my own copy to refer back to. So hopefully I should be continuing this fic again, and hopefully, my writing had approved.
Also hopefully my chapters will get longer. Thanks to all who replied, even when you thought I wouldn't do anymore.
Mel stood in confusion until a padded tap to her left shoulder caused her to turn around. There stood the object of all her problems. Her fury at having to be constantly watched and protected by his orders, her fury at him always gone doing this diplomatic duty or the next, and then the fury that even amongst all that he still gave her that rakish smile with his handsome face. They saluted each other and squared off. Yeah, she was going to let him have it.
Going on the offensive she struck out and swiped at him many times. With each thrust or swipe of hers he parried each one. Except for one blow that he blocked and was surprised just the slightest at the amount of resistance he had to exert to block that last blow.
Mel felt the small sting of tears in her eyes. She hadn't really been that upset with him. Ever since falling for the handsome man she found herself less angry with him if ever. But with each thought of loneliness and frustration with the weeks events, each thrust and strike grew harder and wilder; and it wasn't just sweat that dripped off her face. Tears had begun to stream down.
Vidanric upon seeing this sidestepped one of the wild strikes and then quickly knocked the sword out of her hand. They were alone for which he was grateful as he scooped up her small frame and sat down at the nearest bench. Her arms went around his neck and she buried her head in his shoulder as she sobbed in frustration and embarrassment.
"I'm sorry Mel. I'm sorry." He whispered in her ear as he stroked her head. He too was filled with conflicting emotions. Guilt for Mel's dreary week, worry for he safety, and sincere love and understanding that she trusted him enough to cry like this in front of him.
After a while she stopped crying, they sat there for a few seconds in silence.
"Vidanric?" She whispered.
"Yes my dear?" He smiled looking into her eyes.
"Don't tell anyone about this ok?" Vidanric burst out laughing.
"Of course not my love. Of course not." Her nature and personality overwhelmed him so much at times that it ached in his chest. Her childish nature that she let out on occasion, usually when upset was adorable and somewhat befitting for her small frame. "I won't tell anyone that I won either."
Mel snorted. "Like you'd need to tell that, I don't think anyone would every take you seriously if you declared me the winner in a fair fight." A smile started to creep on her face.
"Maybe so, but you are getting better, I'll admit I was a little fearful when you fought me with such passion and fury, even if your strikes were wild and way off the mark." Mel's smile grew wider and she felt herself completely slipping away from her earlier saddened state.
A bit of reprimanding was in order though. "Had you not spent all your times with diplomacies but with me this wouldn't have happened." Mel admonished him.
"Mel, you know what responsibilities I have." Vidanric replied.
"Yes, but why are you not sharing them with me? You haven't told me all that's been going on and all that I know is what I overhear from gossip amongst the other nobles. How can you expect me to share the throne with you when you do not share the news and responsibilities with me?" Mel stared at him intensely.
Vidanric masked his features. He should have been more careful about his words earlier. He didn't want to deal with this subject while the Mages were still in the city. Fearful that if she heard word about that Mages wanting to seek her out, she might take interest as her mother had, Vidanric refrained from speaking about it. Prolonging the matter for a little longer he eased Mel up and stood up too. "You're right I have been neglectful about that. Tonight I should catch you up in the things that have been going on." Taking her hand in his he bent down and kissed it. "For now though, let us enjoy each other's company before the sun sets and the time flies." Thinking to himself that he should have come up with a safe way to inform her of the weeks events by then.
heh heh, I'm back. Sorry, I had lent my copy of the book to a friend a year ago and she never returned it. I finally just read it again and have ordered my own copy to refer back to. So hopefully I should be continuing this fic again, and hopefully, my writing had approved.
Also hopefully my chapters will get longer. Thanks to all who replied, even when you thought I wouldn't do anymore.