Between Escape
Disclaimer: Sherwood Smith owns this, not me; she is the greatest thing since sliced bread.
Was it a dream?
It was the middle of the night the bell for first white had just rung I heard the door open but I was too sick to care. I could feel some one standing there right above me then I felt a soft calloused hand brush my face. It made me shiver and the person gathered me into his arms and sat on the floor and gently rocked me I couldn't sleep despite his efforts and started to cry. I feel a little ashamed that I cried but he wiped away my tears. "Mel," He said gently "Don't worry, I wont let them hurt you." He was whispering so I couldn't tell who it was but his words gave me hope, that perhaps it was Bran. That's why I think it was a dream, because Bran is miles away from here and if it were he wouldn't bother leaving me here and that's exactly what the man did. He put me in the "bed" and left.
Danric's POV
I closed the door behind me careful not to wake the sleeping guard, I'm glad I know how to get some one drunk. My mind went back to Mel. Oh it was so nice to hold her and not have her insulting me but of course all good things must end and so I headed up to my rooms and when I entered there was my dear cousin. "Hello Danric," he said, an evil grin on his face, "where have you been? And why are you so dirty?"
A/N. Well what do you think of my first fic? Please tell me I love revivers and sorry for any oocness.