A loud banging jolted him awake, and he sprung up on the bed, immediately shifting into a defensive position. The barest hint of light seeped through the window facing the garden. Behind him, Zasha sat up in the bed, awoken by the loud knocking on the door. The voice shouting was his Second.
"First! Our scouts reported movement! The enemy is advancing even as we speak!"
Already his time was up. He turned to look into Zasha's eyes, knowing the promised time had reached its end. Gowron pulled him close, "It's time."
He disengaged from his most precious one, quickly stepping to open the door.
Baine was already in full battle dress. He stepped inside the chamber, holding out Gowron's armor and weapons. He dressed in mere seconds as Baine waited. Prepared and in his battle dress, he looked up to see Baine staring over his shoulder. He turned, following Baine's eyes to see Zasha standing on the floor with nothing but a deep blue sheet wrapped loosely around him.
Even in this situation, he was filled with a quick anger that Baine was seeing such an intimate image.
Completely ignoring the other man in the room, Zasha moved to stand before him. The arm that wasn't holding the sheet reached out. Gowron leaned down without a thought, crushing his tiny husband in his arms for a passionate kiss. He felt Baine leave the room.
The kiss ended and he pulled away. The delicate arm released him and he was left looking into somber purple eyes.
"I love you." That was all Zasha said.
"I love you, my Tsar'sen." A small hand squeezed his own.
Gowron turned and left the room, having something he truly wished to fight to protect for the first time in his life.
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Zasha watched as Gowron left the room. He waited for only moments before dressing himself in a rush, putting his hair up in a quick braid.
If the war was coming to its head, then he would be there doing what he could. Knowing that he had to move quickly, he slipped from the castle quietly, carefully avoiding anyone he knew would try to stop him.
If there was going to be battle, then he would be needed. Somehow, he sensed that he was absolutely necessary to turn the tide of this war. Today would be the last battle for Faer, he knew this with every fiber of his being.
Praying to Areala, he made his way to where the army was gathering.
It was time to put his healing skills to use once more.
The words that the Priestess had spoken only to him ran in his mind.
"Take your happiness this night, for tomorrow a new war begins."
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Zasha's Capture (manxman)
Science Fiction" A fated meeting is blessed by the goddess " This is not my work. I own nothing. This is a fictional piece by RomancebyFaye that I have come to love very much. Its one of my most favorites, so I wanted to make it available for other people. All t...
