Author's Note: Sorry this took so long! I wrote out 3 pages and then my computer crashed. Stupid technology and our reliance on it! Oh well here it is. I hope this turns out to your liking. I'm still unsure if I'm breaking any Tamora Pierce rules so just tell me if you see any. I also noticed that my Sandry Picture didn't come out so I'm putting in a lot of spaces..

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Once again this is just for those who don't want to use there imaginations and would like to see my version of Sandry. I still don't have a good Shan. If you would like to suggest one that would be great and very interesting. Oh ya! And one last thing and then you can read. I found this really cool poem that I'm going to try to write into a future chapter. So see if you like it:

Not a sound or a motion

Is over the lake,

But the whisper of ripples

As shoreward they break;

My skiff wakes no ruffle

The waters among;

Then listen, dear maid,

To thy true lover's song

~ J.J. Callanan

I believe it's an Irish poem. Isn't it boss! Okay and without further a due here is your Chap 3!

Chapter 3

He looks different. Tris's mind talk said this with a hint of surprise. The other three heads in the room upstairs turned to her with looks of curiosity. No! I just meant that he looks.. Her speech trailed off as she searched for the right word. But by being connected, every one of her foster siblings knew exactly what she thought of his looks.

I never thought you for corn-yellow heads Copper-curls. Briars mind said laughingly. For anyone who had eyes could see that this man, walking to the door, is a very handsome creature. I thought your eye swung to your other copper-curls. His voice was laughing.

No Briar, that's not right, Lathon's hair is a deeper red. How about burgundy-curls? Daja voice pitched into the unexpectedly light banter.

No! I didn't mean that. She glared at them while her cheeks blushed. He's just not what I was expecting. For once Tris couldn't find the right words when trying to explain what her intuition was telling her. Also her siblings, who had learned of her affection towards a fellow classmate up in Lightsbridge, would not stop teasing her every chance they could get.

You're right Tris. Sandry said in a voice that was purposefully devoid of emotion. Although he may look somewhat the same from the Shan we met four years ago, he is definitely different. 'He looks more deadly' she thought silently. Ever since her Uncle Verdis had told her of his arrival, Sandry had been keeping most of her thoughts to herself. This had her foster siblings worried, since she barely ever kept them out. They all knew how big a heart she had and it scared them to know that this little incident would cause such a reaction.

Forgive him!? That was crazy talk. It would take a person much stronger, to forgive a man for kidnapping and trying to force a marriage. Sadly no matter how much she tried to feel revolted by his presence, she still felt her stomach tighten with anticipation. She was about to start biting her lip and pinching her cheeks until she stopped herself.

Are you sure you can do this? Briar thought while sensing her emotions. We can be down there with you if you need us. Sandry realized it took a lot of worrying to make Briar sincere about such subjects, so she decided to not let him sweat it out. But Briar was right to worry.

Ever since the quartet had broken down the Imperial Wall, their magic had been acting strangely. Their powers had become grater and not as easily controlled. Especially for Tris and Sandry, for there emotions could easily get control over them. So far the damage hasn't been too bad. Tris had only made it snow during summer on Lanthon when a very annoying girl was trying to flirt with him. She was unable to face him for a week. Sandry had unraveled her uncle's sleeves when he told her the news and had tried to sow it back when it jumped and raveled itself around her uncle's mouth. She told him it was an accident but he still had his doubts.

"I'll be fine." Sandry said out loud while trying to force a smile on her face. It was times like these she was grateful to her rearing. Nobles were specialized in keeping up a charade, well most of them anyways. But just because Briar was unable to see her worry, didn't mean he believed it's not there and so didn't object when she started to descend the stairs.

Be calm Sandry, tell him what he needs to hear and send him on his way. Just do it. And do it fast. Sandry's pep-talk wasn't doing much to calm her nerves. She was still rehearsing what she was going to say when she finally reached the door.

Just when Pershan fer Roth raised his hand to knock, the door burst open. And there she stood. My gods, he hadn't expected her to be even more attractive. So stunned was he that he'd only just realized that she was talking to him.

"If it's forgiveness that you seek then you'll have it. Now, be on your way." She said all of this to his chest for that what she saw at her eye-level. She would not admit to herself that she couldn't bring her eyes to meet his. And just as she tried to slam the door in his face and end this ludicrous façade he caught the door so he could have a few words with her. Unfortunately he when he did this, Sandry jumped and accidently made his shirt, and those in his party, shred to pieces and fall off.

Oh no, oh no, Oh NO! She couldn't stop her eyes from looking at his chest. Traitorous eyes! It is not entirely my fault, what else can I look at he's just so tall and .. oh my. Sandry's eyes wandered from muscular broad shoulder to his sculpted lean chest were there was a light trail of hair blond hair. When she realized she was following that light trail of hair she snapped out of it and suddenly looked up at his face. Big mistake!

Shan was surprised to see her blushing when she finally turned her eyes up to his face. He grinned to let her know he'd seen where her eyes were lingering. Her face turned an even brighter shade of red. This was curious. It seemed that she didn't mean to undress him. Well, we will have to fix that, but undressing was for a latter date. Right now though, she seemed to want to say something. Sandy's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. It didn't help her that her head was full of laughter.

Shut up! She commanded to her siblings. Looking up at his face had left her speechless. His eyes held the same beautiful brown color, but the boyishness in his face was gone. He still had an easy going approachable look to him, only his eyes told a different story. Pershan fer Roth was still a giant it was hard for her to take her eyes off of him.

Sandry, I think you should close your month now, said Daja. Tris and Briar had yet to collect themselves.

Leave me alone, it's not really my fault you know. Also my mouth has been shut for awhile. Sandry could hear her own protests and knew she wasn't convincing anyone.

"Is there something you want?" Sandry asked while trying to look unaffected by what was happening.

"Yes. May I have a word?" His voice was low and inviting. She had forgotten how sweet it was and how it made her insides melt. "And also, my shirt if you please." His grin was once sided and looked more like a smirk. This, thankfully, helped her snap out of it.

"No you may not," she snapped. Sandry was very serious about not talking to him because she was still worried about how she was reacting to him. She needed herself under control before she makes a fool of herself, more than she already has anyway. However, when Shan raised his eyebrows she noticed her blunder.

"Very well then," he stepped closer to her and she immediately stepped away. "I wish to commit myself to your service until I have fully repented of my sins." He took another step towards her and in her shock at what he had just said she jumped again. However this time she lost her balance and almost fell. Thankfully, though not really, Shan was able to catch her, but instead of setting her back on her feet he hauled her against his side. This, however, was definitely not allowed and Sandry snapped to attention. She regained control over most of her power and wrapped all the pieces of cloth that had been shredded, to wrap itself into a thick rope around Shan's attractive chest and pulled him away from her. When they were a good five feet apart she relaxed a little, but the rope still remained there for a safety measure. His arms were not bound for they had, at the time, been holding her up and she could still feel his warmth on her.

"You are not required to do anything here. If you wish my forgiveness, then be gone and never return." She said this with a clear cold voice meant to frighten him.

"I have been told that you are in need of a swordsman for tutor. Also that the men have made a little sport of it and that there is to be a competition to decided who will train you. You have accepted these conditions and I wish compete to show you that I mean my apology." He said this with a clear determined expression on his face. Sandry couldn't tell if he was joking, but the fool actually looked serious.

"Absolutely not! It is true that I'm in need of fencing lessons, but not from the likes of you. Do you really expect me to trust myself to you after what you've done?" Could he really be serious? She asked her siblings.

Looks like it, said Briar. I don't see the harm in it. Surely he can't be as great as he's putting on. I say let him try.

It would be fun to see the kaq lose. Daja added.

I don't know, I'm still not sure if Sandry can keep her .. er.. emotions in check. Tris said, with a true note of worry in it. And it was this that set Sandry off.

"Try if you want I will not stop you. However, if you don't succeed you must leave and except that in time you will eventually have my forgiveness," Yes, give it a couple of decades or so she silently added " and if you do succeed I wont back down from my promise and you may be my tutor, but my forgiveness will forever be withheld from you." She was hoping her bluff worked, seeing as forgiveness was what he was supposed to want.

"I would like the chance to prove the extent of my repentance to you and so will risk this chance." He had a small smile while saying this and mounted his horse. "I thank you for your understanding Sandry." The way he said her name made her insides give a little kick. "I shall be back tomorrow to see if I maybe and with that he led his group back to the Inn.

As he rode away, Sandry silently cursed him and her cousin Brenna. Since it was her fault she needed to have fencing lessons anyway. Her cousin was coming for a duel, of all the ridiculous things, in order to test Sandry for some family reason with their will. This side of her family prided themselves with the top ranking swordsmen that they seem to breed, so Sandry wanted to give it her best shot. Oh well, too late now, she thought dejectedly.

Shan was pleasantly surprised that Sandry still had her spunky spirit. Although at one point that spirit made him curse her name to Blaze-Ice Bay and back, it now made him appreciate what might have been lost had his plan to kidnap and marry her succeeded. Oh, he appreciated her alright. Her looks did wonders to his imagination. And it came as no surprise that he dreamed of her that night. He offended dreamed about what would have happened when he was trying to take her as a bride.

The fateful horse ride towards the place his mother made for him to keep them safe until she agreed to marry him. That night, one of the soldiers had asked him if he could wait three days to have her. Yes, would he have been able to withhold for three whole days while she laid snug in his arms? He'll never know the answer, but he'd like to think about it and think about it he did a lot.

While she lay in his arms dozing off on there journey, it was time to set up camp. As everyone settled down Sandry was to sleep in his sleeping tent. The soldiers slept father away to give them privacy. If there lord had any need for privacy, it was not there place to judge.

In the tent she started to rouse from her sleep potion. She was drowsy and disoriented and liked the warmth of the body behind her. She instinctively snuggled closer to the heat. Shan became alert when she started to move her body against him. Honestly it wasn't his intention to bed her before the wedding, no matter what his men thought. But then she moved her backside against him again and all thought of keeping her innocent flew from his mind.

He started to move his hands down her hips to keep her still. Yes, to keep her still that's what I'm doing. Yet as his mind said this, his hand started to move to her thighs and gently squeeze there as he moved towards the hem of her thin night gown. Sandry seemed to like this because she once again moved her backside against his nether regions. She must not have known her affect on him nor the sort of state she was in. Shan found the hem of her night gown and started to inch his hand upward while his lips couldn't resister her warm neck and started to press little kisses from the top of her neck to her collar bone. She smelled like so good, there was a hint of flowers, of wool for her stick work, and a wonderfully female sent that was Sandry. She started to moan when he began to press open mouth kisses. His tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, because it some how made it's way back up to his ear and traced the outside. However, it was when he stared to suck on her ear did she at last wake up.

"What are you.. Get off me.. Shan?" although her voice was struggling to sound defiant it shook with lingering passion. She turned over to get a look at his face and although the night was dark, she was able to see the heat in his eyes as he gazed at her. Before she could protest he was kissing her, rather thoroughly. It was then she noticed his hand under her night gown as it made its way up to settle on her hip. She was so distracted she didn't notice him open her mouth and shove his tongue in.

"Hmm.. NO..hm" She tried to use her powers to pull him off, but he had given her a potion earlier today to make sure when she woke she couldn't kill him with her powers. When she figured this out she tried to physically push him away, but that didn't work because he was so solid. She tried again, but harder this time that Shan had finally felt her puny effort this time. And so grabbed her hands in each of his and stretched them above head. While doing this his whole body pressed against hers. Now she felt every inch of him from chest to thigh. She was now every much aware of the hard organ that pressed against her. It was so unexpected she didn't know what to think, and soon thought of absolutely nothing as he got to work on her neck again. She gasped as he started to apply pressure to his sucking.

He trailed his kisses lower until he got to the edge of her night gown then looked to her face and what he saw pleased him greatly: pure passion. He couldn't resist kissing her, but this time when he moved into kiss her, she met him half way. She was wild for his kisses and readily opened her mouth to him. Their tongues dueled and he, not so gently, rubbed his tongue over and over again against hers. Her mouth was so hot and wet, he was starting to loose his mind. His hands it seems still kept there mind for now they lifted up her legs till he could finally press his hardness against her sensitive areas. They at last pulled apart to breath, when Sandry started to gently press herself up against him.

"Ah! Sandry, do you know what you do to me?" He sounded like he was in pain, so she stopped what she was doing, scared she had ruined the fevered moment. Then Shan pulled her night gown completely off and started to kiss her shoulders. She groaned her approval, but when he started to go lower toward her bare breasts she tried to stop him. She put her hands on his shoulders to push him back, but she discovered that she liked how his shoulders felt against her hands. They were so broad and warm; they were making her dizzy again.

"No, you mustn't," her objection was weak and silenced when he started to work his way up to her nipple. "Oh!" Her hands clutched his shoulders as he found her nipple and started to tongue it. Sandry couldn't help her hips as they moved against him again. He groaned at the friction. She was driving him mad. He wouldn't last much if she kept this up. That's when he decided to suckle her and she ached against him till just her shoulders and backside were touching the sheets. He couldn't take it anymore and started to focus on the friction between their legs. Since his head was now beside her neck Sandry wanted to taste him and began sucking his ear. He needed to be in her right now and started to take off her loincloth when..

Knock Knock .. Bang Bang Bang. "Hey Shan are you up yet? We should be heading out soon," called a male's voice

"I'll be ready in a minute." Shan was grateful that he voice didn't shake when he called out to Gimblan. Still suffering a hard-on from his dream, he went to wash his face and take care of his problem (A/N, cold wash cloth people, get your minds out of the gutter). He was use to his wet dreams about Sandry, he'd had them often enough, but never like that. It felt so real, her skin was so soft and warm, her reactions so genuine, and yet just another wet dream. This could have just come from the fact that he actually got to see what she really looks like now, how she blushes from her cheeks to her neck, how she starts to breathe hard when she's angry and her chest does this seductive little heave. He laughed at himself when he started to get hard again. He put those thoughts away, with some difficulty and started to get ready. He couldn't wait to see her again.

Author's Note: Alright, I hope this nice long chapter will make up for my lateness, sort of. Anyways I'm not exactly sure if this is lime or lemon, but review and tell me what you think. Thanks again for reading.

Meomy!