• March 1, 2012 /  1 Comment
    The moment our eyes collided, it felt like the whole world would be pulled apart if for just a second I looked away. And so I didn’t, and neither did you. Your mouth moved and you asked me to dance, but I truly I didn’t hear the words as we came together in to dance in a way that the Tubori are known for down at the Taverns on the docks.

    My wrist upon your shoulder, and fingers curled about your nape. Your arm wrapped around my waist in a firm hold. Less than an inch between us, we danced as one. It wasn’t a slow romantic dance, but one of the hips, and small quick steps. It was hot, and sweaty, with skirts flared around my knees with each quick twist and turn. There were sweeping dips, and pressing hips. It was perfect. I didn’t have to think. You anticipated my moves and I yours. And that is how it always was. You were my life. And then you were gone. I am lost without you.

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    We walked back to the hall my milk hand in his coffee one. Him, a good two feet taller than me. Tattooed, solid and so sure of himself, he walked with a strut. Me. I kind of knew this wasn’t going to go down well. I almost cowered behind him as thrust open the doors to the Council Chambers, tugging me along with him.

    My Father sat at the head of the table. The fact that my hand was held tightly in his said it all. Staring with eyes a blazing. Livid. And in a gesture I inherited from him, his fist slammed down atop the table. Paper work sent flying along with a mug of ale. “No!”


    No one ever argued with him. Or more to the point, no one did and lived. But now, his Adumbral did, for me. The man who had been with him as a kid, and grown into the role as his Second. He was there when I had been found, and hauled out of the barrel. He trained along side of me. And now they faced each other down, both with hands on dagger hilts.

    Both demanded I leave the room. I, of course, like the spoiled ‘princess’ I was, refused. So I was made to. Hauled out by the scruff of my cloak like the insolent kitten I was and dumped without ceremony, in the corridor. The door slammed behind me and I was quick to place my ear to it (some things never change). Too thick. I heard little of what was said.

    Two hours later Adumbral exited the Chambers, he walked straight past me. Not even a glance. It was like I no longer existed to him.

    And so it was like that for nearly a year.

    Me, trying desperately to gain Adumbral’s attention. And him, looking through me, past me, brushing by. Everything but staring me in the eyes. I never knew what hold my Father had over him, but it was a strong one. And it took a lot of persistence on my part to break through it.

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