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I'm starting to sulk.
The small tent flattened and pinned down to the ground by the horses' weight came to life as the humans hiding beneath came out after the sand storm passed. Recently, the number of storms had increased from the average.
It had already been a tiring day, all the travelling had taken its toll on her. The peace talk with the neighboring villages, the wolf clan and the spider clan had been a pain in the ass already. The two had been at it since time immemorial. And their village gets ripped apart over and over by the feud by being at the center of it. Literally.
And she being the Şahzadə, had to go and talk with the mule-headed leaders and tell them, well shout at them as she had done so, to take it someplace else.
She picked up her shoes and removed the sands that filled them. She's glad she lived in this era. This era where the storm was at its mildest. Her thought started to drift away again as she witnessed the sands fell from the insides of her shoes, returning to the gazillions more beneath her feet.
Ages back, the sand storms were thousand times stronger. But that particular day, saying it was a thousand times stronger would be the understatement of the century.
It was humongous and destructive in every sense of the word. The storm continued to grow stronger and bigger, devouring everything in its path. But despite the rage and unforgiving whip of the winds and the sands with it, at the center was the calm.
In the midst of it all, the silhouette of a woman and a man locked in a kiss. He held her lovingly. And she protectively.
"You sure took your time coming." He said earlier as he sat leaning on the tree.
She did intentionally arrive late. He too made mad her wait for nothing the last time. She's only getting back at him.
"I'm still mad at you you know." she gave him a pout.
"You still came though." he wittingly retorted. She'd never win against him. She held her arms across her chest.
He chuckled. "Then how can I be forgiven?"
She walked to him and sat at his lap. "Maybe a kiss would make me feel better." She smiled sweetly at him. Tracing her fingers at his chest, seductively.
He held her face and did as she requested. He broke the kiss, to breathe in air. "Am i forgiven now?" he asked lovingly.
"Maybe." she teased.
"I am." He said rather confidently. "You can never be truly mad at me."
She slapped him in the chest. He's taking advantage of her love for him. "Idiot!"
He flinched in pain. And she noticed that. This time he wasn't faking it, like the ones before when he'd trick her to steal a kiss or two. "What is it? Are you feeling ill today?"
Then she felt it. Warmth beneath her hands. His white haori moistened and then the stain came. Red.
"YOU'RE HURT." panick written on her lovely face.
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