Two Hundred Years in Slavery is all the people of Xathania have known. Toiling and dying for a kingdom that has only snarled at them. Not until hope surfaces as a story in the wind and the flames of a spirit long forgotten resurfaces to face the g...
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A storm forced them into an inn shortly after they got off the ship. Samael found a way to create dye which he used on both of them. He carried extra ingredients for their journey in case the dye began to fade. In case Callahan had sent men after them.
Samael assured her that they would be protected in Xir. She hoped it was true. Hoped she would be able to sleep properly in Xir. She had dreams of her death over and over again. Always different, always very real. She always believed them until she had woken up in their room on the ship.
Samael had requested a room for them. Luckily, there was vacancy. The room was large enough for them but she couldn't say the same for the bed. She had been in awe of the land since they docked. She had seen little of Milkarea but what she had seen was nothing compared to the trees of Havern or the village they had riden into.
The trees were almost enchanted. Full of fruit and berries. She could live in the forest and never go hungry. The leaves on the trees varied between green and red. Pink and brown which looked very much alive.
The village was a neat arrangement of cottages. Different colors that made Cora's eyes spin at first but they adjusted.
Welkamia was ugly in comparison.
Samael had carried all their things without breaking a sweat. Had barely shown any sign of strain while he did so. He set their bags down and immediately moved to the armchair by the window. She watched as he settled into it and as his shoulders relaxed.
'I can take my clothes off if you want,' he offered as he shut his eyes and leaned his head against the chair.
'Just when I thought you were an honorable man,' she clicked her tongue as she walked to the bed.
'Don't start,' he groaned as began to find a comfortable position.
'You can sleep on the bed,' she offered.
'No,' the stubborn man responded.
One Month and two weeks with this man breathing down her neck. Yet, she didn't understand him one bit. He slept after her and woke up before her. If she was plagued with insanity, she would have sworn that he didn't sleep.
'What was it like growing up in Xir?' She asked, knowing it would vex him.
'I do not remember my childhood,' he grumbled.
'Do you want to hear about mine?'
'No.'
'Why are you so up tight?'
'Let me be Cora,' he hissed but kept still.
She moved to their things and went through them for the one and only book that she had. A woman on the ship had given it to her and after Cora read the first page she was very well informed that she didn't want Samael to look at it.
