Loving the Dead

Chapter 6

I hoisted myself up the balcony, still with a huge smile plastered all over my face.

"Zahara, I'm going to go find someone to start me a bath. I'll be right back. "

I walked to the door and opened it, only to be met with someone.

"Oh!" I said, startled.

The man backed off, surprise washing over his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Jacob. I was sent by the King to show you around." He said. His eyes washed over my sweaty body, making me nervous. Did ladies here even wear pants?

"Oh yes, one of the servants told me you were going to be here. I'm terribly sorry for you to see me in such a state, but I was, um, training." I said stuttering.

He just stood there, saying nothing.

"Look mister, I'm not from around here. Where I come from, the women are fighters, not walking around in frilly dresses everywhere." I said in a frustrated tone. He still just stood there.

"Well are you going to bloody say something?" I said angrily.

He stood and did something I didn't expect.

He laughed.

I let out a sigh of frustration. What was wrong with this man?

"I'm sorry for laughing, it's just, you're so different from any other girl I have met before. I never thought I would met a girl who would rather fight then powder there faces for hours." He said, a light twinkling in his eye.

Phew. This man was actually ok. He was actually sort of cute.

"Oh that's fine. I just wasn't sure why you were laughing." I said, blushing.

"Yes I'm deeply sorry. I'll send some servants to get some water for a bath, and I'll come back in a little bit for the tour." He said with a smile. My heart started fluttering in my chest.

"Ok thank you." I said.

I closed door, sinking to the ground. Why had that man, Jacob was his name, making me feel this way.

I loved Breccan,