"Stop crying," he growled, gripping my chin in his hand.
When I did not stop crying, he took his teeth and bit my neck hard, making a mark on me. I whimpered as I wiped my tears, keeping my mouth sealed. I wanted to scream but once again, I did not...
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Lorena Eliakim
Sahem informed me after a couple of days that he had called off the fight he had planned with my father. I felt elated when I heard such news and I started to meet up with Sahem every day after my meetings with the Rabbi.
Soon, time went by speedily. Weeks turned into a month. A month had passed and the season of spring made itself known to mother nature.
Today, I ran through the flower field, anxious to see my Sahem. I giggled as the grass tickled my feet and the wind played in my hair. It had been such a long time since I had truly felt this happy- this carefree. Even when my mother chastised me and my father yelled at me, I was still happy. If anything, my mother started to think that I was going through a "foolishness phase" as she liked to call it because I was so full of joy.
I slowed down and I stopped running as I walked around. I took in my surroundings- the sun glaring down on me, the bright yellow sunflowers and the smell of the fragrances dancing in the air. I loved this place and I would never forget it. This was the very place I met Sahem and that is exactly why we chose to meet here. I would never forget that day- the day that Sahem wanted to burn my village to the ground. I remember it very well but it seemed like that event had occurred ages ago when in reality it was only a month ago.
I felt footsteps approach me from behind me and I turned around as fast as I could, encountering Sahem.
"Hello, Princess," he said politely, trying to act formal.
"Stop being so formal with me. Come on! I want to show you something," I said excitedly, as I grabbed his arm and dragged him through the flower field.
When I saw the sunset become more prominent, I stopped and pointed upward, toward the sky.
"It is beautiful," I breathed out, "One day, I hope my future husband takes me here after our wedding. Hopefully, he will be a good man. Maybe he would even allow you to come along so that you could say your last goodbyes to me before I enter my married life."
"He will be a good man," he replies.
"How do you know?" I asked wearily.
"Because. I know who he is already," he says, a small smile on his face.
"What? How? That is impossible," I gasped. What was he talking about? Knowing Sahem, he was probably just jesting with me. Deciding to play along, I asked, "If you know so much about him, how about you tell me about him?"
