I exited the captain's cabin of the Sea Prince feeling refreshed. The sweet smell of the air was invigorating to mine lungs. Hemru's magic leaves plastered mine breast under shirt. I was on my way back to full health.
I marched across the main deck to the bow. The sun was in no force today, and though cloudless as the sky was, only expressed rays of joy and warmth.
I tapped mine left hand to the hilt of Katavasil sheathed at waist. As my crew worked in masterful manner, I moved between them. I approached my love at bow. She had not seen me. She was looking out into the vast blue sea.
I stood relaxed behind her. Her posture was erect, but her shoulders the most calm. Her hair fell magnificently down to waist. I embraced her from behind with love, burying mine face in neck. I felt and heard the amorous giggle escape her throat. In her hands she held a golden helmet.
We did not say a word to one another. All was shared in a look and a kiss.
She took mine hand at side and we watched the heavens disappear into the blue horizon.
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Portrait of a Knight
Historical FictionHe used to be a Greek slave. He used to live in a rotting orphanage. He used to have one friend to call family... he used to be nameless. Now, he has found himself in a whole new world. A world of war, corruption, and knights. In this world, trust...
