Dark Goddess

{Reincarnation Chapter 4}

A/N: I know I've said how much I love the reincarnation chapters but I really do. I've even thought about writing historical romance.

Definitely one of my best genres.

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Ressa Drade sat in a covert position watching Lorian heave hay stacks that looked quite freaking heavy from a wagon to the barn.

The task appeared so laborious that she got tired from the sight itself.

He was without his shirt and the sight quite nice to behold. His slacks were comfortably tight her eyes alternating between his torso and his behind.

It was a nice behind.

She had spotted a number of maidservants venture out under pretenses to catch a glimpse of his male hard physique.

His concentration did not break from the distraction however, neither did his stride. He moved as if the weight weighed nothing, as if he carried feathers. The man’s strength left her excited.

Each day confused her more. She knew nothing was expected of her by her father but she had no idea what Eli wanted. They had not broached the subject yet.

Each passing day ignited her more and more. By then there were no thoughts of Eli, her mind rather consumed by his cousin.

His rugged, gentleman cousin.

A mighty fine combination for a girl roughened like her. He offered a bit of the familiar and a bit of the unknown.

She sighed and longed for the wild. The true wild; no civilization for miles on end, sounds or critters and animals in the shrubbery, the music of birds in her ears.

A place where her biggest worry required brain power and mental finesse not matters of the heart. She was completely naïve in said matters which resulted in her feeling overwhelmed.

Ressa could not shake an antsy feeling that nagged her preventing her from sitting still.

She needed to leave her secret spot and stop obsessing like a star struck maiden.

Oh, but she was struck.

Lorian struck.

With that very insightful but definitely not required thought, she crouched low and backed up slowly. In the process her foot caught on something so she tripped and fell back.

Fucking fuck, laying there she took a much needed breath before rising and heading to the stables. She got there in time to realize she no longer felt like riding anymore, the urge to go into the orchard got a hold but disappeared when she got there.

She kept up the back and forth for awhile with different destinations and activities giving up at some point choosing instead to sit under a tree looking upon the hills.

Her mind wandered but jolted back at a presence close. Martin. He did not say anything instead just peered strangely at her.

It was becoming a habit that made her uncomfortable. She preferred he speak but he barely said two words on most encounters. This gave her an uneasy feeling.

“How goes the day, Martin?” She queried.
“The day has been fine. What has your pretty head so indulged?” he questioned too.
“Not much just lady issues.”
“Far be it for me to intrude on a lady, I will be seeing you.” he concluded and left

After watching him saunter off, she went back into her mind. How she longed for her mother.

The first memory she ever remembered of her was thinking she looked too beautiful to be true. She had been a tall lean woman who moved like a feline.