AN: Sorry I've dropped off the face of exam. Anyone who has ever had college exams can sympathize. Here's a chapter or two that I had to get out of my brain. I also posted a one-shot about Dom that I wrote during math class.
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Maura of Dunlath
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Maura looked up into the pale green eyes of her guardian. He smiled gently, prompting Maura to blush and look down, feeling slightly ashamed of the fluttering wings in her heart.
Sir Douglass was Maura's guardian after her sister, Yolane's plot to overthrow King Jonathan failed. She supposed that he was there to watch her and make sure that she would not try to take the throne, but over time he'd become less and less of a protector, and more of a friend.
"Douglass, is eighteen years a long time?" she asked as she petted the wolf cub that wriggled in her lap. She was thinking of the gap in their ages.
Douglass winced sharply as the pup he held bit down on his finger. He gave the teething wolf a bone to chew on, then wiped the slime off of his finger, answering Maura's question.
"I guess eighteen years are a lot to most people."
"But you are not most people," Maura said with a smile. She drew her knees up to her chest, hugging them lightly. Douglass chuckled.
"No, I'm not. Eighteen years ago I was a squire. It seems like only yesterday." His eyes grew distant.
Maura softly put her hand on his.
"I'm glad you came to Dunlath Valley," she said quietly. Douglass leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"I am too."