Soldier

CHAPTER SIX.

 
.........The promise given was a necessity of the past; the word broken is the necessity of the present_ Niccolo Machiavelli........

   'Catch me if you can.', she taunted as she ran playfully around the garden under the pale crescent moon.

She held her dress up with both hands, her long blonde hair moved with rhythm with every step, the bright moonlight shone on them as though it was the huge bright grin that caused the moon to be that bright, her feet were bare and gentle against the ground.

  Out here, she was like child; innocent at first sight, the joy in her heart formed an impenetrable aura around her which gradually envelope everything around her, the love in her eyes was inevitable and wholehearted.

But a child is bound to grow. The innocence will surely fade into knowledge.

'Are you afraid of a little challenge, Son of Tarre?', she challenged, still running round the bushes. She ran alone for a while longer before looking at him, wanting to challenge him again, instead she stop running and moved closer to where he stood.

'What's wrong, my prince?', she questioned, breathing deeply from running, when she saw the frown that had just formed on his face. 'Don't you want to play?', her grin reduced as she started to steady her breathes.

'I'm afraid...', he started.

    'Of what, my prince?', she looked up to his green eyes. She's of angelic features, her blonde hair that always seemed to be perfectly in place, her clear forehead, her brown eyes that always shined even in darkness, her long pointed nose, her small child like lips, her flawless skin, her gently hands, her small body. Everything about her was overwhelming.

'I'm afraid if I start chasing after you, I won't be able to stop until I grip you in my arms and hold you tightly as though you were my life source.', he told her.

'Then, don't stop. I might not want you to.', she said softly, 'I want you to hold me tight and never let me go.', she took his hand in hers lightly.

'What if I lose you?', he gripped her hand tightly.
'You just have to hold me closer, my prince.',she moved closer to him, close enough for the fabric of the clothes and breathes to mingle. She led his other hand around her tiny waist, then smiled.

He did just as she had told him, he held her closer to him, chest in chest with one another. She could feel his breath on her face, he could see the rising and lowering of her breasts as she breathed. She could smell his fragrance; the morning dew and mint, he could smell her perfume; berries.

'I want to hold you close to me every day of my wandering life. I want you to be my home.', he whispered.

The smile on her face challenged him before she even spoke, 'You will have to catch me first.'. She pulled away from his embrace but still held his hand, started pulling him towards the maze in the garden.

'Come run with me, my prince.', she urged him.
'What if you slip away?', the fear in his voice was undeniable.
And then she smiled reassuringly to him, 'I promise I won't.'

When they took the first step into the maze, he knew he would lose her but every time he looked at her childish face, he denied himself the fact. Then she said, almost pleading, 'My prince, don't let me go, please. Hold me close.', he saw the sincerity in those joyful eyes.

'I promise, My lady. '

But the moment they started running through the maze, their hands no longer held each other, landing each of them in their own part of the maze. He was separated from her and her from him, forever as it seems.