Tara was five when her mistress was born. She was born into her father's tribe, the Meeshas, and was picked to be the queen's, Harta's, daughter's sorcerer. Nimueh, the daughter, was only five when her mother died and Tara was ten. Nimeuh's father...
I glanced down at the little chair that was given to Tara. She was absolutely part of my family, seeing as she has spent fifteen years as a protector to me, but she wasn't completely a member just because of her birth right. We soon left to go eat dinner in the grand dining room Tara sat at our table once again, and I knew she would be going to discuss things with both my brothers tonight. She had practically gotten herself a new job within the Royal Court.
"Tara, I am pleased to see that you are still around,"Fencha spoke to her. She smiled in response and continued to eat. Tara was always very close to Fencha, though he was younger than her. There was a law against a female ever marrying a man that was younger than she was, and I believe that is why Fencha was so eager to find a woman he would be allowed to marry. I liked Esma, so I had nothing against her.
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Esma then walked into the hall in one of her magnificent dresses. She always dressed as a royal, no matter what the occasion was. A bright small plastered itself on Fencha's feature. He loved her, but not as much as he loved Tara. She just had a way of capturing a man's feelings, and I felt it had something to do with her witch.
"Tara, will you go to my chambers with me?" I asked her graciously. She meekly nodded and stood. I led the way to my rooms, and she followed close behind. Just knowing that Fencha would be married to his love made me begin to cry. When we entered my room, a large blade flew at me. My eyes widened as I screamed, but the blade stopped midair right in front of my chest. Tara grabbed the knife and made it vanish into thin air. I just stood their awestruck that she had once again saved me from death. My tears flooded my eyes, so she helped me over to the couch and just soothed me.
"Nimeuh, were you upset because of Danshel?" She wanted to know. Of course I was upset about Dan! I wanted to scream for him. I just wanted to be wrapped up in his arms again. I wanted to hear him whisper that he loved me and that I was the love of his life!
"Ye-ye-yes!" I scream out. I bawled and bawled. Danshel had been my lover, but not in a sexual way. He had been the love of my life, and I had lost him to a dragon. My pilgrimage that I took with my step-mother and protectors was because of him. He had been taken by a dragon while he was fighting in the military, so I was upset that everyone else in my family had so much luck in their own love lives.
I ended up falling asleep crying in Tara's arms. I trusted her to take care of me.
***Tara's point of view
After Nimeuh fell asleep, I carried her to her bed and tucked her in. She would sleep well tonight, but I was worried what she would do when she found out that Danshel wasn't dead. I only knew this because I saw it in a vision. He was living among the dragon people, and they were tending to his many wounds. I knew that he planned to come home to Nimeuh. I also knew that Bensha was the one who sent the dragon after Danshel. It was so hard keeping all this from my mistress, but I couldn't get her hopes up just yet.
I returned to my rooms, and I dressed into something that I knew would make Beeja mad. Last time he was mad about my outfit, so I would show him that I could wear what I pleased wherever.
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I then exited my room and walked across the courtyard, then down two halls. It was dark by the time I approached Beeja's door. I knocked loudly, and he opened the door soon after. His eyes widened as he looked me up and down. He then stepped back while still staring at my outfit, so I stepped inside his room while swaying my hips a little bit. I sat down in a chair next to a table near his bed. He followed and sat next to me.
"As I had said last time, I can wear what I please," I said to him proudly. I didn't see Fencha in the room, but that was okay because he wasn't who I was dressed for.
"You are really testing my self control," he responded hoarsely. I licked my bottom lip, and I stared at him greedily. He was just so handsome. He stood and stepped toward me. I just stared into his mesmerizing eyes as he knelt down to be at eye level with me. He gripped my hips and leaned in. I met him halfway. A sharp spark sent from my lips to his right before they touched. It was a slow, passionate kiss at first, but it quickly sped up, as did our heart rates. They were so loud, and I had no control. I heard the light on his wall burst, so I slowly pulled away. It was dark. I could still see his face, and I planted one final, chaste kiss on his lips. I then muttered a command and the light fixed itself on the wall.
"Oh...my..." I was completely lost in the situation. I had never gone through this before, but I knew something that I hoped the prince didn't know... We were mates. A sorcerer is given a single mate in their lifetime, and they just know when it happens. A lot of people never find their mate and have to settle for the next best thing, someone that they "love."
"Maybe we should get to work," Beeja suggested. I agreed, and we began.
***Beeja's point of view
I felt that spark that Tara let out right before our kiss, so I did realize that I was her mate. The problem was that I didn't know how to react. She didn't say anything. I just assume she wasn't taught the signs of a mate. I never though that I, being a crowned prince that is human, would end up being the mate of a sorcerer.
Tara and I got into a deep conversation as we went, and she ended up falling asleep in her chair. I picked her up as gently as I could. She stirred a little bit, but fell back into her slumber after I set her down and tucked her into my bed. I guess I would be crashing on the couch tonight.
