Fate Decides

Chapter 26

Fiore was a beautiful kingdom, with so many different climates and landscapes most who grew up and lived there felt they were well adapted to travel. Laki had always believed she was, and that no where in Earthland could take her breathe away like Fiore could, until the train they had boarded near the border between the two countries ambled its way down through the mountains along the edge of the sea.

Cristoff had gotten them a sleeper cabin since it would be a full four days by train from the border before they reached White Sea, which she learned was more than just a Guild name.

Laying on top of the Dragon Slayer, looking out over the countryside through the window beside their bed as it went by she had asked him what town White Sea was in.

"White sea has been in existence for more than 500 years, love. The guild hall was built along the train line overlooking the sea. Back then, there was no organized law, the roaming clans reined and as White Sea became more and more powerful, grew greater and became known for taking on and defeating dark clans, dark magic users and guilds people moved to live close to the guild to enjoy the protection it offered." He told her, smiling, brushing her hair from her face and pausing to pull her to him for a languid kiss.

"Over time the area grew and first it became a village, then a town, then finally the City of White Sea, named after the guild it was built around. So the guild is in the city of White Sea." He smirked. Enjoying her look of surprise. "But I thought the guild was around 100 years old." She was sure someone had said that.

"The charter was renewed about 100 years ago, but the Guild is closer to 500." He said, pulling her mouth back to his. She had to admit, it wasn't a bad way to travel, on a soft bed in Cristoffs arms, his naked body feeling so incredibly good against hers, a window even with the top of the mattress allowing her to see out through the tinted glass without needing to even lift her head from his chest.

The countryside was gorgeous, lush and beautiful and not what she had expected. Stories she had read, pictures she had seen were all of what was called "The Grass Sea" and large plain of water only a few feet deep with floated grass that created a sort of spongy bizarre surface over the water that was home to the most active and famous of Boscos nomadic clans as well as its most deadly and unique wildlife.

What she was looking at now was picturesque mountains and it remained that way for most of the first day, allowing her attention to wander back to the affections of her Dragon Slayer. If he had his way, she didn't doubt they would remain naked in bed the entire trip.

It was everything she'd ever wanted, more. In love with and loved by this man. She'd never seen herself as particularly passionate, she'd imagined she would marry one day, some nice bookish man and they would run experiments, travel and research and explore together.

Becoming the mate of a lusty Boscan Dragon Slayer certainly hadn't been in even her wildest dreams. So while travel like this had certainly been something she had always hoped for, seeing the gorgeous landscapes of a foreign country through the large window of a train while her midnight eyed Dragon Slayer made love to her wasn't, clearly she had not dreamed big enough.

As night crept over the landscape they ate what they had ordered from the dining car and Cristoff leaned across her, pushing the window open. "We will reach the southern edge of the grass sea tonight, you will want to smell the change in the air, it is like nothing else on Earthland." He told her.

Tucked up against him while he helped her study his native language a few hours later she caught it and froze, halting mid-sentence.

A refreshing sweetness, she really had nothing to compare it to, perhaps a combination of fresh fruits rain and subtle flowers of some kind came into proximity of what it smelled like, but she had never breathed in anything like it and she smiled suddenly, realizing, it was on Cristoff, in him, this was the exotic intoxicating edge to the way the man smelled.